I got that this whole situation was a mess, I understood. But why couldn’t they at least try? I was such a fool. I believed I kept myself from falling for their words, that I might be indispensable to them. But all I was is the butt of a terrible cosmic joke. Had I kept them at bay, and let their words just roll off of me, I wouldn’t be so hurt by this… betrayal. Yes. That was why I was so devastated. I felt betrayed. Not just by Kyler, but by every werewolf I met. And by this pack they dragged me into without my knowledge or agreement. They said my kind doesn’t do well alone. Well, I guess I’ll show them how wrong they are, won’t I?
Run, Runaway
“Angel, please,” Char begged, but I continued to back away. Slowly standing, I released a quiet hiss of pain, and Char whined. He copied me, his expression wounded when I took a step back. Char hesitantly moved towards me, crying in his throat when I retreated again. Eyeing my sketchbook on the counter, I glanced back at Char, who looked that way as well and clenched his jaw when our gazes met.
Springing into action, I grabbed it, dodging Char’s grasp, although his fingers brushed my hoodie. Running as fast as I could, I made it to my room, slamming the door into Char’s shoulder. He grunted, struggling to keep me from closing it. I suppose he cared a little, at least, or he could shove it into me with ease. As odd as it was, I sensed his strength through the door and how he strained to keep from using it. Here, his loss was my gain. Although it pained my heart and soul, knowing what I intended to do, I blinked away the tears in my eyes and yelped.
Char gasped, straightening while his resistance fled, and I forced the door closed. Tears escaped my eyes when a heartbreakingly sad whine vibrated the door. “I’m sorry,” I whispered with a choked sob. “But I can’t stay here, not after realizing what Kyler did. Nor can I forgive you for siding with him through your inaction. You could have lied, told me there was a leak and something got in the water, or even that the town was cursed. Anything to get me to confess if I suffered this cruel punishment for the victim of a cheating mate. Thus, you could have had proof you needed to stop him. Or, you could have kept it from occurring. I don’t understand why it happened since he rejected me. But that matters not, I can’t stay here, regardless. I feel violated, abandoned, and betrayed.”
Pushing on the door, I turned away, barely hearing a soft, pained, “I’m sorry, Angel.” At first, I thought he hoped his apology would encourage me to open the door. However, in the next moment, a loud, mournful howl pierced the air. Marcus. He warned and summoned Marcus. Recalling the alpha’s ability to calm me, I burst into motion.
Reaching into my closet, I pulled out my emergency bag, before racing to the bathroom to get my first aid kit. Stuffing that into my pack, I put my sketchbook in as well, hesitating over the headphones and iPod, which I decided not to take. Setting my bag on the table beside them, I grabbed the small stash of food and cash I’d shoved into the same drawer with my emergency phone. After a while, you learned to always be prepared. Swallowing, I left the cellphone Char gave me in its place.
Sniffling, I turned away from the drawer while running through a mental list to ensure I had everything I needed. I could replace the clothes in my closet later. I had enough in my go bag to last a few days, and I could rinse them in a stream or sink if I must. Adapt or die. Once I turned away after packing my phone and such, I bit my lip because there was no longer a reason to linger.
“Alphas know when a member of their pack crosses the borders of their territory. As soon as they realize you’ve run, bunny, the enforcers, and trackers of this pack will race towards the edges which you don’t know. Since you are on foot, they will watch the bus stop before you can reach it. Thus, leaving this territory is beyond you. Four feet run much faster than two.” His words wrapped around me from behind, and I swallowed audibly. “No, bunny, I’m not upset with you. Now go before Marcus gets here.”
My lower lip trembled while I glanced around the room where I once thought I belonged. After blinking away my tears, I shouldered my small emergency bag. With a determined nod, I moved to the window, sliding it open to slip out of it after glancing around for any signs of movement. Keeping low, I scurried to the edge of the forest, pausing whenever any sounds broke the tense silence.
I had only slipped into the forest when a loud howl sounded behind me, and I gulped. In the next moment, thunder cracked above my head, and suddenly it was pouring rain. Well, this sucks. Although, the rain might dampen their ability to sniff me out. Still, the longer I stand here, the easier I will be to find. Between the dark of the storm and the rain, I moved slower than I liked to ensure I didn’t trip over anything I couldn’t see.
“There is somewhere they won’t think to look, not at first,” Jaxy stated, and I blinked before turning my head in the treehouse’s direction. “Go.” With a destination in mind, I picked up my pace, albeit I still moved slow enough to navigate the dark forest floor. A bright flash of
