I lied.
It was a mistake.
Now my mate hates me.
Can I blame him?
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Brisk forest air brushes over my face as my wolf runs. She's agile and smart, dashing between trees and bushes with ease and finesse. She knows her scent is her biggest giveaway in getting caught, so she's strategically rubbing herself on plants in a sporadic design to give us a much-needed head start. We may not have had the training like the other pack members, but it doesn't mean my wolf doesn't know exactly what she's doing.
She's a wolf.
She's a predator.
She's a Luna, a natural-born leader. Even with her Alpha rejecting her, it doesn't diminish her destined role.
Her legs kick up rapidly, pulling us further and further away from our pack and our mate. I haven't been able to count on much since my mother died, but my wolf's always been dependable, even when it breaks her to do so. Most wolves' spirits would have broken with what we've gone through-the rejection of her pack and mate is too much for any wolf-but she never broke because she's fierce and loyal, even when her human is weak and a failure.
Pain.
Fear.
Heartbreak.
These emotions twist and pull inside her, shredding her apart from the inside. It's not something she understands. She isn't designed to understand the complexities of human emotion. She's designed to be a wolf, and for a wolf, it's all so simple: mate and pack.
But she keeps running anyway, even if it's against her every instinct. She runs because of me; she runs for me.
A pained howl in the distance sends a sharp pain through our chest.
Rowan.
She doesn't stop. Her head lowers in determination as she pushes forward, picking up as much speed as she can, knowing her mate figured out that she's left. He'll be coming for her; they'll be coming for us. As an Alpha, he'll be faster and stronger. He'll make up for whatever time we gained quickly, but she won't give up.
It's not in her.
It's been about an hour since we ran and about a half hour since passing through the pack boundary. Luckily, we managed to sneak through without being spotted, but I knew it was only a matter of time before someone figured it out. I hoped it wouldn't be until tomorrow long after Rowan mated his chosen Luna.
We could use more time, but if I learned anything from my pack, it's to expect the unexpected and adapt quickly.
Rowan howls again-this time a warning. He's coming for us, but this doesn't scare my wolf. Not in the slightest. She accepts the challenge. Wolves don't speak, but we can feel their every emotion and right now she seems a little giddy, preparing for the chase of her life. It excites her to have her mate chasing her; it excites her to show her mate exactly what he missed by rejecting us.
