Fangs and Fur: The Alpha king's mate

I know you're here

The brown leaves crunch as I walk.

I wondered if he'd be able to track me. Would he? Nah. He has a girlfriend or something he seems preoccupied with.

Not that I care or anything; I didn't. Not at all.

I knew that I could use that as an excuse if I had to.

I continue to run, the trees blurring as I swiftly zigzag through the trees. Not looking behind me; that's when you fall.

I didn't hear myself being chased, thankfully.

I made sure to only touch things when needed; that's why I didn't lay on the bed.

Wait! They still had my bag; they could still possibly track me. Lucky for me, there was a river close to my house that I'd have to run through to confuse them.

Breathing hastily  I stop to catch my breath. Leaning against the tree. Taking deep breaths.

I see the river I ran through. It was cold out, and my little body heat was disappearing quickly.

I get out and run to my house, hoping to throw off any potential trackers. I open my door, close it, and lock the door. The roof was steadily leaking from the previous day's rain. I grab a bucket and slide it under the drip. Before taking my cold clothes off, my body was shivering. I turned on the TV, which only had the news and weather.

Walking to the closet, I grab a change of clothes.

My back to the TV. I hear my name on the TV. I slip the shirt onto my naked chest. I am listening more closely now.

"Adelaide Cohens. Wanted by the king, his mate. Any information about her whereabouts will be rewarded; she wants to be alive." My brain stopped listening as I saw a picture of myself from the jail. I definitely looked different than the picture they had when I was 16.

Damn it! I turn the TV off. Well, that complicates matters. I slip on some sweatpants and grab my knife, sliding it into the pocket. Along with my bow, I sat in the corner of the room. There was a slight impression of my staying there for so long. I felt more safe, with nothing coming up behind me. I kept my bow ready in case they came for me.

I was exhausted from running, and my stomach was hurting. I'd just go hunting in the morning, hopefully.

I fall asleep easily. I wake up to the sun shining on my face. Waking me up from my slumber.

I set the bow down and rubbed my eyes. Surprisingly, it can't be that easy, can it? I just got away. Other than the TV broadcasting, I expected more. Not in a bad way, but you are the king of all creatures. Whatever I think, my stomach growled loudly in hunger. I get dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and a jacket. Sliding my worn boots back on.

I open the door hesitantly, expecting something to pop out of nowhere.

I decided to go a different route, which had an old rope. You had to swing across to get to the other side.

I heard some voices, and I climbed up a tree. Listening closely.

They worked for the king. "I'm picking up on residual scents." One of them said:

"I agree; let's mind-link the king so he can head over here; he's already close by." The other said:

I quietly got out of the tree, forgetting about food, and ran back home.

I hear Sebastian's voice talking to the two trackers.

I step on a twig, and their gaze looks at me.

"Don't go anywhere!" Sebastian says to me:

While a smart person would likely have listened, I must not be because I kept running, all three of them chasing after me. I hear others joining.

I reach up and grab the rope swing; if I had slipped, there would have been a painful fall in store for me.

My body hit the ground roughly.

I see them running.

I draw my bow back.

Shooting down the rope that separates us. I get off the ground and keep running.

"Stop running now!" He shouts. My body almost stopped involuntarily, but my mind had already made up what it was going to do. I run to my house and move furniture in front of the door.

My body shakes. I sit against the wall, praying they won't figure out a way to get over here.

Maybe I shouldn't stay here. Where else would I go? Maybe I should leave. I think about opening the back door. I heard him talking outside my house.

"Come out, mate." He taunts me.

My heart thuds.

"I know you're in here." He says outside the door.

I hear about other people who have joined him.

I continue to ignore him.

I look at my elbow, skinned from my fall.

I pull my bow back, waiting for him to come in.

"Come out peacefully, and you won't get it so bad." He says this to me as if reasoning with a toddler.

"Fuck you, leave me alone," I say it through my teeth.

Just then, the door is thrashed open, and the small furniture flies.

I release my bow, aiming to kill, and he catches the arrow with one hand, looking unamused as he strolls to me.

I load it up and again move away to create distance. I release the arrow, and he catches it again. Inches from his face.

I reach back to grab another, and my body is roughly shoved against the wall.
Causing me to drop the bow in surprise. He kicks it away from me.
He used his hand to stop my head from smashing too harshly against the wall.

"Oh, little mate, you are really in for it now." He states against my ear.

I move my leg up to knee him where the sun doesn't shine. He blocks my move easily. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you think you have claws, mate. I do. I saw what you were in trouble for; let's see if they were right." His eyes shift blood red.

"Tell me, mate, did you spray paint the buildings?"

My mouth moves on its own.

"Yes. What the hell?! Stop doing that!" I shouted, closing my eyes.