Silent Abduction.

Chapter Sixteen: Run away from talking, Run away from life.

Chapter Sixteen: Run away from talking, Run away from life.

As soon as I heard the door slam behind me, I sprinted towards the forest.

Soon, it was getting dark and the sun light was casting down on the trees lightly, that it made the shadows look like it was filled with evil. Pure evil.

Twigs snapping and wet stones crunched under my bare feet, occasionally I winced as branches stabbed and poked my feet.

"Stupid Kyle, stupid rogues, stupid land!" I muttered irritation flooding through me. If it weren't for me, my pack would be alive, my Dad would be alive.

And I would be still under captive with Lilly by Kyle.

No matter how hard I thought, there was a no win-win situation. I couldn't save all my packs lives, without getting Lilly and I killed.

Lilly had been trapped for three years. She had a family back where Dripping Blood was based. It was either my pack, or theirs.

What am I thinking? Thinking it was a good job my pack was dead? Kyle is one step away from getting what he wants: rogue freedom.

And rogue freedom meant no rules: meaning it could expose all of our kind.

It should be Dripping Blood pack that should be wiped out, because they kicked Kyle out of the pack, not Moonlight pack. What did we do to deserve this?

My heart danced in my stomach. My family was dead. Everyone I grew around with.

I knew I had Elise, Alex and Mae, but that won't be the same as having your entire family around you.

Heck, I even missed Sadie! Who demanded a place as beta.

I grunted when a stone connected with my foot.

When I was near complete darkness, I let the tears fall freely. I hated people when they gave you sympathy. It was exactly what everyone did when my Mum was mauled.

Look at the girl, she's not going to be able to understand that her mother is dead, they'd whisper. Poor child, her mother got mauled. She was a strong one, that woman.

I sat on a tree that was on the floor: clearly been knocked down by a fight.

Poor Ryder, being able to look after the pack and his daughter. Such a shame. One had said. Do you think Lexi knows her mother is dead?

Then they would look at me as I walk around the crowded house, trying to find either Mae or my Dad.

"Fucking life!" I screamed, balling my fists into my hair. "I fucking hate you!" I screamed, toes curling into the mud on the floor.

I sobbed, falling off the dead tree, and curled into a ball: sobbing in my knees as I curled my arms around my legs.

Really, what did life want from me? Pain? Misery?

People who I love, Hunter... Georgia... Mum... Dad... everyone, just die on me!

Kyles right: everywhere I go, trouble is one fucking step behind me, waiting to bite me in the ass.