CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The woods are dark. Branches snag at us as we run.
We run together, nimble and fleet-footed.
We have no supplies. We have no map.
I am scared. But I am happy. I am with my mate. We are running away together.
I am tired, but I do not slow down.
We run all day.
But I do not care. I am with my Alpha. I feel safe, warm, loved.
A wolf howls behind us. He sounds close.
"Are they following?" I ask as I run.
"They have already scented us," my Alpha says.
"Then we must hide," I say.
"We will hide in the mountain," he says. "I know a cave where they can't scent us. We will be safe there until daybreak."
He leads me through the woods. I trust his guidance. I know he will keep me safe.
"I love being with you," I tell him.
He smiles. "I love being with you, too."
Suddenly, a noise comes from the undergrowth.
We both freeze.
A wolf leaps at us. Teeth bared. He attacks my mate.
He goes for the neck.
My Alpha jumps.
The attacker's teeth sink into his shoulder.