Chapter 3
Aurora
The moment Jade left my room, I locked the door, my heart pounding like a war drum. This was it. No more waiting. No more second-guessing. I was leaving tonight.
I could not risk telling anything to jade. As much as I wanted to but I couldn't . I would simply putting her in danger and I do not want that for her. She has her whole life ahead of her with her own destined mate I cannot ruin that for her. I loved her so much, it hurts me that i need to leave her here.
I sat on the ground sobbing like a little girl.
After sometime I straightened myself and yanked a small duffel bag from my closet, my hands shaking as I threw in a few essential clothes—just enough to last me a couple of days. The lighter I packed, the faster I could run.
Cash. Passport. No phone. They could track me if I took my phone.
I swallowed hard, forcing the lump in my throat down as I zipped up the bag. This was real.
A glance at the clock—8 PM. Time was slipping through my fingers like sand.
Then—a knock.
"Aurora? Are you there?"
Shit.
My mother’s voice. My breath hitched. The duffel bag!
I shoved it under my bed in record time, my mind screaming at me to stay calm. Relax, Aurora. Act normal.
"Yes, Mother," I said, steadying my voice before opening the door.
What I didn’t expect was to see her beaming.
Something was wrong.
"I’m so happy, Aurora! You’re getting married to Jacob!"
What?
"You’ll be the Luna of the pack! Oh, I’m so excited! He’s so in love with you, he told me everything! He’ll confess his feelings tomorrow!"
I froze.
My mind refused to process her words.
Marry Jacob? That filthy, disgusting manwhore?!
My skin crawled at the mere thought. He was a liar, a cheat—his entire life revolved around sleeping with every available female in the pack. How dare he claim to love me?
I wanted to laugh. To scream. To throw up.
But instead, I forced a small, strained smile. The hardest thing I’d ever done. I couldn't blow my cover now.
"From now on, you don’t have to do any housework. Just focus on preparing for the wedding!" My mother chattered on, oblivious to the storm raging inside me. "Get some rest for now. You’ll need your energy."
"I… I’m tired. I think I’ll just sleep early," I mumbled, hoping she wouldn’t catch the tremor in my voice.
She smiled warmly. "Of course, dear. Sleep well."
If only she knew.
Dressed in jeans and a loose t-shirt, my shoes laced tight, my duffel bag slung over my shoulder—I was ready.
The house was silent. My parents were asleep. This was my only chance.
I pushed open my balcony door, taking a deep breath before jumping. One floor wasn’t a big deal for a werewolf.
I landed smoothly, barely making a sound, then quickly scanned my surroundings.
Clear.
The night was on my side. Time to move.
I crept past the patrols, heart hammering in my chest, each step careful and calculated. And then—I ran.
Faster. Faster.
The cold air burned my lungs, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Running in human form would mask my scent better—no wolf patrol would pick it up instantly.
For five hours, I pushed myself to my limits, my legs screaming in protest. But I couldn’t afford to stop. Not yet.
Then, finally—a break.
I spotted a large tree, its thick branches shielding me from sight. Perfect.
Collapsing against the bark, I let out a long, shaky breath.
"Just a little more," I whispered to myself. Once I reach the city, I’ll blend in. Find a job. Start over.
I had to make it.
But then—a sound.
Leaves rustling. Footsteps.
I wasn’t alone.
Panic shot through me like lightning. My fingers curled around my bag, muscles coiling, ready to run.
Then—a voice.
"Well, well, well… what do we have here?"
Shit.
I turned, my body going rigid.
A man stepped out of the shadows, his presence thick with malice. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a scar running from his eye to his chin—a terrifying reminder of whatever horrors he had survived.
And he was smiling.
"Hello, beautiful," he drawled, his eyes devouring me. "What’s a little thing like you doing all alone in the woods? Don’t you know it’s dangerous?"
His voice was silky. Cruel.
I should’ve kept running.
"Who are you? Am I in your pack’s land?" I asked, my voice sharp.
He chuckled darkly. "Oh, baby… I’m not from any pack."
Rogue.
My stomach dropped.
"Then I’ll just be going—"
I turned to run—but he grabbed me.
Rough. Merciless.
"Not so fast, sweetheart," he murmured, his fingers tightening around my wrist like a vice. "You’re far too delicious to just let go."
No. No. NO.
"P-Please, let me go," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
He laughed.
"Oh, sweetheart…" he leaned in, licking his lips. "You’re mine now."
Something snapped.
A voice in my head—Isabelle, my wolf.
"Fight back, Aurora! Or let me take over!" she growled.
Not yet.
I grit my teeth, ripping my wrist free.
Then, without hesitation—I drove my knee straight into his groin.
Hard.
"That’s for touching me, you bastard!" I hissed.
He collapsed with a strangled howl, clutching himself, his face contorted in agony.
I barely had a moment to breathe before four more men emerged from the trees.
No.
They snarled, stalking toward me, their predatory gazes locked onto my trembling form.
The scarred man roared through gritted teeth. "Don’t just stand there! CATCH HER!"
Run. NOW.
I took off.
My legs moved faster than ever, adrenaline surging through my veins. I had to get away.
I didn’t stop. Didn’t look back.
Then—I skidded to a halt.
My heart stopped.
A cliff.
The earth ended right in front of me. A drop so steep, so deadly, it made my head spin.
No. No. NO!
I turned—the rogues were closing in.
I was trapped.
My breath came in frantic, ragged gasps. My mind raced. If they caught me…
I saw it in their eyes. Their lust. Their hunger.
I’d rather die.
Tears burned my eyes as I stepped closer to the edge.
"Mom. Dad. Jade… I love you. I’m sorry."
A deep inhale. A silent prayer.
Then—I jumped.
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Aurora
The moment Jade left my room, I locked the door, pressing my forehead against the wood as I took deep, shuddering breaths. This is it. This is my only chance.
I turned swiftly, my pulse thundering as I moved toward my closet. Reaching inside, I pulled out a small duffel bag, my fingers trembling slightly. There was no room for hesitation. I needed to be fast. Precise. Invisible.
I tossed in a few clothes—just enough for a few days. Nothing too heavy. The more I packed, the more weight I carried, and the slower I’d be. I stuffed in the essentials: some toiletries, my savings—the cash I’d been hoarding for months—and my passport.
But not my phone.
They could track my phone.
My hands clenched around the device for a second before I forced myself to place it back on the nightstand. Leaving it behind felt like cutting off a limb, but it had to be done. If I wanted to disappear, I couldn’t afford to be reckless.
After zipping up the bag, I crouched down and shoved it under my bed, my heart still hammering like a war drum.
I checked the clock. 8 PM.
Shit. Time was moving too fast.
Just as I straightened, there was a knock on my door.
"Aurora? Are you there?"
I nearly choked on my own heartbeat.
Mom.
For a second, panic paralyzed me. My eyes darted toward the duffel bag beneath my bed. Was it hidden enough? Had I been too loud?
Swallowing my fear, I forced my voice to stay steady. Calm. Normal.
"Yes, Mother."
I turned the handle and opened the door, bracing myself for whatever awaited me.
I didn’t expect to see her beaming.
Her entire face glowed with excitement, her eyes crinkling at the corners. I frowned. This isn’t normal.
"I have the most wonderful news!" she practically squealed, clasping my hands in hers. I stiffened.
"You’re getting married to Jacob!"
Everything inside me froze.
I blinked. My ears must have misheard her.
"What?" My voice came out strangled.
"You’ll be the Luna of the pack! Jacob is so in love with you! He told me everything—how he’s been waiting for the right moment to confess his feelings, and that moment is tomorrow! He can’t wait to make you his!"
No. No. NO.
My stomach twisted violently, bile rising in my throat. My hands turned ice cold.
Jacob? That lying, cheating, disgusting excuse of a man?
He loved me?
I wanted to laugh. Scream. Break something.
Instead, I forced myself to nod, to smile—though it felt like my face was cracking apart just by doing so.
"That’s… wonderful news, Mother," I murmured, feeling like I might vomit.
If she noticed my discomfort, she ignored it. She was too wrapped up in her fantasy, too lost in the idea of me becoming Luna to a man who made my skin crawl.
"From now on, you won’t have to do any chores. You’ll only focus on wedding preparations!" she gushed. "For now, just get some rest, sweetheart. You have a big day tomorrow!"
I swallowed back the rage. The disgust. The sheer horror.
"I… I think I’ll sleep now," I whispered. "I’m really tired."
"Of course, dear." She cupped my cheek, smiling warmly. "Sleep well."
I watched her go, my throat tight.
If only she knew.
If only she knew that by sunrise, I’d be gone.
Midnight
Dressed in black jeans, a loose t-shirt, and sturdy running shoes, I slung my duffel bag over my shoulder and took a deep breath.
The house was silent.
I moved like a shadow, creeping toward the balcony door. My fingers curled around the handle as I pushed it open, letting the cool night air wash over my skin.
This was my last chance.
No turning back.
I jumped.
Landing with a soft thud, I crouched low, my ears straining for any signs of movement. The patrols would be sparse at this hour, but I couldn’t be careless.
Slowly, carefully, I crept past the borders, my pulse hammering. Once I was far enough, I broke into a sprint.
Run. Run. Run.
The wind whipped against my face as I pushed myself harder, my legs burning, my lungs straining. The farther I got from the pack, the lighter my heart became.
I ran for hours, my body aching, exhaustion threatening to pull me down. But I refused to stop.
Not until I was safe.
Somewhere deep in the woods…
I finally allowed myself to pause, collapsing against a large tree. My entire body throbbed, sweat trickling down my spine.
"Just a little more," I whispered.
Just a few more hours, and I’d reach the city. Once there, I could disappear. Blend in. Find a job.
A new life. A fresh start.
But then—a sound.
My entire body went rigid.
Leaves rustling.
Footsteps.
Someone was here.
Panic flared in my chest. My fingers tightened around my bag as I slowly rose to my feet.
Then—a voice.
"Well, well, well… look what we have here."
My blood turned to ice.
I spun around, coming face-to-face with a man.
Tall. Broad. Predatory.
A long, jagged scar ran down his face, stretching from his eye to his chin. His grin was twisted, full of malice.
"Hello, beautiful," he drawled, his eyes raking over me. "What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone?"
I fought back a shiver.
"Who are you? Am I in your pack’s land?"
He chuckled darkly. "Oh, baby… I’m not from any pack."
Rogue.
My stomach plummeted.
"Then I’ll just be going—"
I turned to run—but he caught my wrist.
Hard. Unforgiving.
"Not so fast, sweetheart," he murmured, his grip like iron. "You’re too pretty to let go."
No.
Panic clawed at my throat as I struggled.
"P-Please, let me go," I stammered.
He licked his lips.
"Not yet."
Something inside me snapped.
With a growl, I ripped free—and slammed my knee into his groin.
Hard.
He let out a strangled scream, collapsing to the ground.
"That’s for touching me, you bastard!" I spat.
But then—more men emerged from the trees.
Four. Five. Six.
They surrounded me, their eyes gleaming with hunger.
I stumbled back.
"Catch her!" the scarred man bellowed.
I ran.
Branches whipped against my face as I tore through the woods, my breath ragged, my legs burning.
Then—I skidded to a halt.
A cliff.
My heart stopped.
Behind me—the rogues.
Ahead—death.
Tears blurred my vision.
"Mom. Dad I wish I could be a better daughter.
Jade… I love you. I’m sorry. I am such a horrible friend" Tears threatening to spill, my body starting to shiver.
I took a deep breath—
—and jumped.