Ch.3 Freedom

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Ch.3 Freedom
Natalie's Wolf-Windy's POV:

As I open the window, climbed onto the roof. I turned around shutting the window.

'I can hear him.' Natalie says in a shaky whisper.

'Yeah me to, but we are gonna get away.' I snap.

"Okay count of three." I whisper to my self.

"One." I clench my fist.

"Two." I rock back putting most my weight on my right foot.

"Three." I take the two strides off the roof and jump.

I take off to the woods. The sun's just raising. It's about 5:30. I run non stop for 5 hours.

I spot a lake and trot over to it taking a slow long gulp. Drinking like I have never had any water, trying to take in the cold water slowly. It wasn't working all to well. After a short rest by the lake I continue my run. I soon come up on a road. Taking it all the way to this big mansion. I sniff the air. Crap it's pack territory. Wait they can help. I slow to a walk making my way slowly to the double doors. For some reason I feel like I have been here before. I try hard to remember but with Natalie so tired I can't seem to pry through her memories.

Scratching the door whimpering slowly I take two steps back waiting on someone to open the door. I can hear the whispers of the people inside.

"Ronge."

"Where?"

"At the door."

"What?!?!?"

"Shhhh!!"

"Answer it!!"

"What's going on in here??"

"T-the d-do-door."

"Ugh."

Natalie's POV:

I shift back finding a oversized shirt in the bushes throwing it on I grab the door frame to hold me up.

"Open the door please. Someone. Anyone. I won't hurt you." I say in a pleading weak voice.

The door opens a crake they gasp and open it more.

"Oh My Gosh." they gasp out at the smell of my blood.

"What happen!?!?" they ask. with worry in there eyes.

"H-h-he...." More sobs rake my body as I try to stand there.

"Who??" one woman steps forward.

I shake my head and stumble a few steps and fall to the ground with an oommff.

"Oh my!!" A boy yells "Weston!!!!" he screams running to me and placing me head in his lap "Weston!!" he screams right when a guys comes running down the stairs looking worried.

"What is it Tate!!" he sexy guy yelled.

He smelled great like fruits and woods. Wait does this mean I found my mate? Oh no he's gonna rejected me!! He's not gonna want a beat up Omega!! I whimper looking at him in pain. Numbing out the silver in my vanes.

"What happen here!!" I think Weston's him name asks well more like yells.

"She came to the door Alpha." The women whispered. Did she whisper, or am I hearing things now? I look around to see it all going blurry I see Weston's lips moving. What is he saying? I can't hear anymore. My body feels heavy and dead weight.

Cold.

Deep.

Darkness.

Silent.

Stillness.

Feels like I have been thrown in the ocean in the dead of winter. Sinking to the bottom slowly. No Air. Nothing but my thoughts and coldness.

Then for some ungodly reason the song No Air by Jordin Sparks came to mind.

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