The Run

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight *so; as a prenote, I’ve decided to write her main thoughts in italics! Also, I know I haven’t really done a description of the main character sooo here*

Cerys: Looks like a 17 year old. She had golden brown skin, and black curly hair. Her eyes are a dark brown, almost black colour and she is 5’5 and a half, with a skinny build...

Urgh. What is this? My head pounds as I open my eyes to a dimly lit room. At least there’s no insanely bright light like the ones they show on TV when this stuff happens. OH SHIT. MY BABY. I start to freak out, my head whipping around the room, nothing in my vision to lock onto. It soon came to my attention that I was tied to a chair. Oh wow, it really is like those crappy TV shows. “Cerys! Cerys stop, it’s okay!” Wait, what? That was my brother’s voice. I look up suddenly to see my oldest brother looking down at me in concern. “Where’s Zeno? Where’s my baby?” I groan out, my throat drier then I had realized it to be. “He’s in the other room. Look, you need to tell me now before the others come. Did you mate with that-that werewolf thing?” I scrutinized him, knowing that he was angry, angrier then he would ever show me. “No, I didn’t. I just wanted his protection from the rouges while Zeno was still unable to fully shift. I was going to leave after.” “So, who did you mate with?” He questioned me curiously, at which I couldn’t help but blush at. “NO-ONE, OKAY?! And even if I did it would be none of your business!” I couldn’t help but notice the whine in my voice, and him chuckling at me. “Oh little sister... The self-births don’t survive until you’re at least 25... Zeno can’t be a self-birth” But he is...  I couldn’t find it in myself to voice my reply, before I fell back into a deep sleep.

~Her brother’s POV~

Even as I watched she fell back asleep, the little kitten couldn’t have been from a self-birth, I’ve never seen one survive past the first day and he was close to fully shifting back into his normal form. Then again, who was I kidding? Normal babies don’t shift into anything resembling a feline until they’re at least 10 years old. I shook my head, it didn’t matter. We just have to get her away from the stinking dogs. Looking down I watched as my baby sister Cerys slept, she had always been the one to get into trouble, even when we were little. I smiled weakly, remembering the way that our lives had been before we had to run, as I slung her sleeping figure over my shoulder and carried her away from the room.

~Oratio’s POV~ Gosh, I haven’t done this one in a while!

I watched as she left the diner, smiling at her receding figure. Of course, I didn’t want her to leave but I knew that we could always make up for our lost breakfast time... “Dude, stop looking at her ass and look at me” I whipped my head around, growling quietly at David for distracting me away from my perfect mate.

“What exactly was so important as for you to want my mate to leave my protection?” I snapped at him, sounding angrier then I meant too. He flinched backwards, as though my harsh words were an angry woman slapping him with a fish.

“Well, I was out running a perimeter run with my small group, when we heard some noises just out of the range of the territory. A group of  rouge wolfs have set up camp and were asking to join the pack.” He said, uncertainly. “And why exactly are you telling me this?” I massaged the bridge of my noise between my hands “It’s not any of my business, you should be telling the Alpha, not me.” “But that’s the thing. I wasn’t sure if it was even worth telling the Alpha, with the possible joining of the neighbouring pack to ours.” He shuffled his feet nervously under the table. “Of course it is, they could attack us, and why are you so nervous?” I finished my sentence by raising my voice slightly.

“You know he makes me feel uncomfortable” David looked sideways, refusing to meet my eyes. I couldn’t help but laugh loudly at him, startling some of the scooter riders sitting around us “Does he make your vagina clench, then?” I teased him mercilessly. My father could be scary, but he was also kind and understanding. David had been a troublemaker when he was younger, and apparently hadn’t been able to get over my father’s repeated scolding.