My Place, My Fate (Book 1: Fate Series)

Chapter 13

'One should expect that the expected can be prevented, but the unexpected should have been expected.' – Norman Ralph Augustine

Another silent shift had occurred within the pack, this time leaving me in a state of uncertainty.

When I had first arrived here, I knew where I stood with the pack. When Sebastian explained the situation, I also knew where things lay. Now that the word is out about Sebastian and I, I am confused as to how to go about things.

It's as though some were back to being hostile, whilst others seemed to be in a state of confusion, and others simply opting to be nonchalant about the entire situation. 

Adam chose to be ignorant, and had taken on the role of Sophie's unofficial nanny every afternoon for the past month, during her nap, while her 'mama and papa wrestled'.

It had been the excuse we could come up with that one afternoon, a week ago, when she had awoken from her nap wailing for me and Sebastian. Adam had been forced to come to his office with Sophie who was none too happy having to wait outside the closed door whilst we got dressed. 

She had promptly jumped into Sebastian's arms the second he had opened the door, and proceed to ask us what we were doing after she had calmed down. Sebastian the overly-panicked man that he is when it came to Sophie- had nervously blurted out that we were wrestling. 

Now each time Sophie saw us alone and together, her first question was whether we were wrestling, and who won.

The sun had begun its descent a few minutes ago, painting the skies with such beautiful colours in a myriad of pinks and oranges. Sophia was currently with her papa, and I had taken the moment to go for a run.

My wolf had been angsty for the past couple of days, and I was unsure as to what was the matter. Contrary to popular fan-fiction, we did not communicate with our wolves, or give them a name. Our wolves were a part of our souls- so ingrained in us that you couldn't survive without the other.

For that reason, our wolves were us in every way. Same name, same attitude, and same mind. Yet, for some unexplainable reason, my wolf had been feeling odd, resulting in me being in a constant bundle of nerves.

I had decided a run was what was needed. A good couple of hours racing through the wilderness in our most primitive form was what a doctor would have prescribed. 

Adam fortunately had decided to give me this moment to be on my own. I did not think my wolf would appreciate the company much.

I was racing through the southern edge of the territory when I heard them. Their paws a steady rhythm on the ground. Taking a deep breathe, I tried to place their scents. 

Scentless. 

A couple of more deep breathes, and I was more than certain that my pursuers carried no scent- or had gone to great lengths to mask their scents.

So engrossed was I in identifying my pursuers that I did not see the other wolves ahead of me. Coming to a swift halt, I eyed the three wolves in front of me.

Scentless.

They were all brown wolves, with one spotting a much lighter pelt than the rest.

I was trapped. Surrounded, with no possible exit.

The wolves to my back had caught up- the four large beasts emerging from the woods steadily eyeing me. All awaiting my first move.

I could fight them.

But even I knew the odds of me winning this time round were bleak.

I could continue running, and hope to get far enough to signal the pack.