The Rejected Werewolf Princess novel Chapter 4

I ran as far and as fast as my legs could carry me. I could feel blisters begin to form on the soles of my feet but I didn’t stop; not even when I tripped over some roots and scratched up my entire arm and face. The pain I felt was only a dull thump at the back of my mind. All that mattered to me was getting as far away from the pack as I could get.

I can only imagine what Tyson would do to me if he found me. His ego would be bruised that someone ran from him- his favorite punching bad no less. If I’m found, he will make my life a living hell. And it’s not just him; the rest of the pack will think I ran because I have something to hide. I will never get another second of peace again.

The thought was enough motivation for me to push my legs harder. My chest burned, my feet hurt and my muscles were sore but I pushed on until I was forced to come to a stop.

I stopped in front of a tree that had the markings of the pack crest and I knew where I was- at the pack border. I looked around to make sure there were no members of the border patrol around. They wouldn’t hesitate before handing me over to Tyson.

I exhaled deeply and took a step over the pack line. It felt like both a knife to my heart and a breath of fresh air. What if life outside the pack is worse than life inside? I have never been anywhere but this pack and I can’t imagine what my life will be like outside of it.

I knew that Tyson would feel the bond breaking and would come searching for me so I kept running. The bottom of my soles tore as I pushed them past their limits but I didnt dare stop. I needed to put as much distance between myself and Tyson as I could and that meant running as much as I could.

It was nightfall when I finally brought myself to stop. My feet were bleeding and the smell of blood permeated the air. I leaned against a tree to catch my breath and I was so  concerned with resting that I did not notice the insignia of a pack crest on the tree until I came face to face with two border patrol wolves.

My first instinct was to flee and I had begun gearing up to do so when one of them let out a growl that had me freezing in my tracks.

“Stop,” I froze on instinct and turned slowly until I was staring right in their emotionless eyes.

I raised my hands to show them I meant no harm but my sudden movement had them pointing their spears at me. They had a different pack insignia on their armor so I knew they weren’t Tyson’s men but I still can’t trust them. They’ll send me back to Tyson the moment they know who I am.

“Who are you?” one of them asked but I stayed silent. I did not want to risk putting myself in harm's way by giving up my true identity.

"Is she deaf?" the other one asked. “Maybe she’s a rogue or a spy.”

“Let’s just take her back to the Alpha.”

“I don’t want any trouble,” I raised my hands higher as a pleading note crept into my voice, “Just let me pack my bags and I’ll leave.”