"Jump!" A mother yells at her young daughter whilst panting. The girl was ten years old, to be exact. The shivering and weeping child shakes her head. Tales of what happens to children who leave the pack border had been embedded into the poor child's mind. The story about a little boy mysteriously going rogue one day and how he had been devoured by the creatures that lay beyond the river the child was standing in front of right then and there. Plus, what if she couldn't make the jump?
"Andrea! They might still be after us, please." The woman grips her wounded leg, letting out a small groan. With a big gash on her leg, she could hardly jump by herself let alone jump with an extra 20 kilos in her arms.
When the child doesn't respond, the woman shifts all her weight on her good leg and lifts the child. She refuses to let themselves get killed that day.
"Protect your head. Roll when you make impact. Understand?" The woman says firmly. The girl's eyes widen at her mother's words. When she doesn't respond again, the woman shakes her roughly. "Understand?"
The girl holds her breath and nods her head. After a quick kiss to the forehead, the mother launches her daughter through the air and over the river.
The girl rolls when she hits the other side of the land. Pain hits her at first but slowly wears away after she stands up and brushes herself off. The woman grits her teeth as she takes a few steps back before making a dash for the edge of the water and jumping up and over the river. She rolls on her front and gets up, wobbly.
They took each other's hand and continued to run; in which direction the girl did not know, but her mother seemed sure enough and that was all that seemed to matter then.
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Run
Hombres LoboA girl finds out that her current life has been a total illusion when a mysterious grey-eyed stranger storms into her world and whisks her away into the unknown.
