Not Like The Others

Chapter Twenty Three- Goodbyes

I bet you've been waiting to read this the whole time and I can tell you now, that this was one of the chapters I was looking forward to writing the most.

Ps: I only just changed my 'Authors Note :) ' saying that I will now NOT warn you about any violent fighting or sexual scenes. So this is the first and last time I will tell you when a sexual scene is coming up. 

Sorry if this pisses anyone off, but I refuse to ruin my chapters by telling you what happens beforehand

xxx

Mel POV

I woke up this morning feeling wide awake and completely refreshed. I had gone to bed early and forced myself to close my eyes because I what the next day was going to bring. Our long awaited escape.

My dreams were filled with memories and images of myself as a panther, shifting, running and just generally being a cat and I couldn't shake them out of my mind.

As Brad said, I really did seem to be different, the stares I got seemed to have increased if that was even possible. I must have really looked radiant.

I had sorted it out Mark and it was agreed that we would leave tonight which seemed rather rushed and risky, but I would take it. I had a good feeling that my plan was better and more well rehearsed than his; he hadn't seemed to have given it much thought at all. Whereas I on the other hand had gone over every single detail and any scenario that could trip us up. I had it all under my control.

We were going to make our escape at sundown, so that we were able to travel through the forest in darkness. This would be an advantage for us because we were all full shifters, the only thing was I only had a vague direction on the direction that we would be going. I had chosen to go through the forest because I knew it would be slower going than on the road and there would be less hunters in the forest than the road. I had considered stealing a car, but the risks were too high. Not only would we be chased, we would also be shot at, and I couldn't risk getting myself or any other girls getting hurt.

I sighed softly to myself as I looked around the cage room, taking in the cold, miserable room for the last time. Everything is going to change, I thought to myself, coming to the realization that I was actually scared of what was going to happen. I wasn't sure I could live with myself if one of the girls got seriously hurt or killed. Even though I hated the place and was so desperate to get out of it, I had accepted and adapted to the schedules and going ons in the compound. I knew what my day was going to be like (most of the time, except for the few exceptions) and I was familiar with my surroundings. Escaping was going to turn everything upside down, I had no idea what was waiting for me outside of the compound. What did the future hold for me?

I eventually got out of bed, not even caring that I was going to be five minutes late to training. I was clearly late, but not late enough to arouse suspicion. "So you can just suck it." I muttered, scowling at the ground. I had to get back into character and talking to myself usually did the trick. Today was going to push me to the limit, mentally but predominantly physically. It wasn't going to be easy getting three scared, malnourished girls through an unknown forest whilst being chased by hunters who would kill you the first chance they got. Or stealing supplies needed for the journey for that matter. 

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"Okay time to wrap it up." Seth announced loudly, motioning at the other trainers to start warming down. I let out a massive sigh, relieved that training was finally over. It felt like it had been half a day, not an hour and a half. That was the last training I ever had to here. Yes!