Solstice Howl

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The thundering footsteps of the Alpha caused me to recoil in fear towards Carter's cage; trapped.

His rabid, glowing cerulean eyes darted around the vicinity of my direction until spotting me, his upper lip curled in a permanent snarl.

I contemplated my choices, debating whether it would be smart to try to evade him, but I spotted his terrifying form nearing and thought against fighting him.

I don't think he had ever been this angry with me, I have seen him transform into his half-wolf state.

But, this is different.

This is unadulterated wolf, this is terrifying.

"You!" He seized me by the upper arm when he reached me.

I expected pain from his rough touch, not pleasurable tingles.

And certainly didn't welcome it.

"I can't-" he cut himself off, "Why did you-"

I glanced back at Carter's cell with longing look knowing it will be quite a while before we can see each other again, I just want to be free.

The Alpha began to pull me away, not at all patient or soft. He didn't wait for me to catch up with his fast pace, but instead let me stumble after him.

"I'll come for you Mya, don't worry!" Carter's last words caused deja vu to wash over me.

"You will not!" The Alpha roared, the more he spoke, the huskier and less human his voice became.

I was wrenched from the prison in a flurry of colors, not one prisoner dared peep a word in fear, no catcalling or begging to be let out.

Utter silence.

Except him.

Vicious growls left his mouth as he angrily slammed the metallic door shut, a lock automatically sliding into place.

The guard no where in sight.

"I-" I began, but cut myself short.

His eyes transitioned from a dark, stormy blue to obsidian.

"Run!" He demanded.

My eyes widened at his command, I was completely terrified and am sure it showed on my face.

"Run, Mya!" I didn't have to be told a third
time, I darted past him and up the stairs and out of the darkness of the prison.

I rushed past numerous doors, some slightly ajar and some locked.

My heart beat a tattoo against my chest and my hands were shaking.

I'm scared for my life.

A ringing sound started in my ears and I could hear the air whooshing past me as I sped up.

Pound.

My foot made contact with the floor.

I wasn't wearing anything appropriate for running.

My bare feet slapping against the marble floor painfully because of how fast I'm going.

A large, now tattered shirt sloping off of my shoulder because of its size, and shorts that were not suitable for running, but instead for looks.