This is the rewrite of chapter 1. It is a sample of a possible rewrite of the whole book, please read and let me know your honest opinion! Thank you all!
??? POV
I was blindly running, so driven by fear my vision swirled. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins so fast I could hear my own heart pounding wildly in my ears. With nothing but the faint glow of the full moon leading the way, I stumbled and tripped through the forest, running who knows where.
I glanced behind me in hopes of seeing how close he was. But I couldn't tell. I couldn't see. I couldn't know. Tears of horror poured down my face, only making it harder to see. My long, knotted, blonde hair stuck to my face from the tears and blood. My small, bloody, cracked fingers flew wildly in all directions, knocking branches out of the way and blocking me from hitting trunks of trees.
I finally had the guts to make a break for it, and I was scared beyond my mind. If I would be caught, I would surely be killed. I knew if he got a hold of me, I would be tortured until my heart stopped beating. And maybe even then he wouldn't leave me poor, broken, empty husk alone. He probably would tear it into little pieces, not even letting my body finally lay to rest peacefully.
I didn't know where I was running but I kept going. Tripped over every root and rock, but still ran on. My small lungs took in huge gulps of air. I glanced behind me again, hoping I could see something.
I didn't know how long I was running, but my legs finally collapsed, I fell face first, my skin drug painfully in the cold dirt. The dirt mixed with my blood, only making me dirtier and the wounds bleed more. My chest heaved up and down harder than ever before. I didn't think I have ever been this exhausted before, not even after all those sleepless nights. Not after days on end of cleaning and cooking. Nothing, nothing has ever made me this tired before. I crawled slowly over to the nearest tree. I curled my sore, bloody, shaking body into a small ball, shivering from the crisp night. The branches around me hung over my head like long black claws reaching out to grasp me and drag me back to my nightmare. I whimpered, more tears ran brown and red trails down my face. I closed my burning eyes and welcomed the darkness in, finally letting it take me away like so many times before.
Nathan's POV
I sighed and ran my hand through my tousled, black hair. I scanned the finished paperwork tiredly, trying to feel at least slightly accomplished for the day. But something was still missing, it was still making me feel unsettled. There was something I was forgetting, an unfinished task possibly? I needed to do it, but what was it?
I finished my paperwork, I checked on the warriors, and I peeked in on the young pups and the pups in school. I made sure everything in the pack house was in order. I signed all the papers I needed to. I called ally packs and made arrangements as needed. I patrolled the territory a hundred times over, checking every post, every inch of the border. What more was there to do? What haven't I done? I frowned and sat back. This feeling was eating me up inside. My wolf growled and paced in my mind, the past few days he hasn't settled down and has been just as anxious as me. But why?!
"Kyle?" I mindlinked my beta and best friend.
"Yes, Alpha?"
"Is there anything left unfinished?" There was a few second pause on his end.
"I don't believe so, Alpha. I think you have finished everything there is to do."
I growled and stood up, beginning to pace my office. My hands ran through my hair again, my eyes flung wildly around the room, thinking, wondering, screaming at me to do this unfinished task. What have I missed?! I finally had enough of the small room and stormed out, deciding to go for a run to clear my head.
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Saved by The Alpha
Werewolf11 years. Can you just pause and imagine 11 years of your life? Now imagine them spent with a sick maniac that thought it was fun to beat you up. 11 years with no hope of being able to go back to the life you knew. 11 years of being stuck as a punch...
