Hurt (Book One of the Fabled series)

Chapter 4: Sweatpants Are A Girl's Best Friend

Hey guys! Upload is officially up! PLEASE read the Note at the end of the chapter. It is EXTREMELY important.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Chapter 4: Sweatpants Are A Girl’s Best Friend

　

Mila gasped for air as she ran through the woods, her sides burning. Both from the physical excursion of running for about five minutes straight, and the bruises that surrounded her ribcage.

She had most likely gained about a mile and a half, thanks to the only sport she could actually do because of her genetics. Cross country.

She practically groaned when she thought about having to run, for miles, and miles, and miles, and miles, and miles, and miles, without a single break.

Her mind wandered as she sprinted around trees, her dress catching on every branch, and her having to rip it even more to get away. She thought about this one story she had heard about this one chick, who was so in depth with her ‘running soul’ that when she ran Cross Country marathons, she actually peed down a tube into a homemade bag that attached the back of her heel for such… liquids.

Talk about a trooper.

She shuddered to herself, both from disgust and the freezing night air. Ever since her Wolf had become the Omega, it was becoming harder and harder to rely on her werewolf senses. It seemed she had lost her natural body heat.

Great. Just great.

She huffed out a groan as she ran through the woody muck that clunked to her bare feet.

She’d die before she even made it to the thought that she would escape. They would send people after her, as soon as they were done picking up her mess.

Mila wasn’t sad she had tripped that rude bastard.

I hope he dies.

She thought angrily, but then thought back through the event.

He had kind of saved her from a life of brutality with his rudeness. She rethought through her last conversation with herself.

Scratch that. I just hope that his toes get cut off slowly one by one.

A little brutal. But then again, Mila didn’t like rude people. Especially people who were annoying as well.

She knew that “Henry” had been a wolf, but why didn’t her wolf back down to him like she did everyone else’s. She shivered violently again, the sweat pooling on her brow freezing.

That was strange.

There wasn’t supposed to be anybody below her status in the Pack. But she had been at a place of honor, as a guest. So maybe that was it.

Yeah, that was it.

She convinced herself, before snapping out of her daydreaming when she suddenly hit her face on an overhanging branch.

Great. Just great.

She blinked hard, wondering why the world was so bright. She winced as she jerked to a sitting position.

“Shit!” She muttered.

It was daylight. The blow must’ve knocked her out. This was so not her day. She listened eagerly for anything moving in the brush. Thank god, nothing but the sound of chattering birds. Mila winced again as she brought her hand to her face.

Yep.

A new bruise, overlapping the other one, with the scratch marks down her face on her other cheek.