Emma--
I had done it, I got scared and opened my mouth and now I am really going to get it, " I am not wanted for murder, I have done nothing wrong. I am not a rogue, I am alfa Greens daughter form the blue moon pack. I dont know if you remember, but Luna Green was my mother. After she died, alfa Green. He. He. H---." I lost my words I could speak no more. I couldnt tell anyone. No one would believe me.
Evan--
Hey, hey, hey, cailm down, cailm down it's okay, please cailm down, you are gonna hurt your self, your safe no one is getting in her or coming near you without my say so, and I do not want anyone near you. You are mine and I will never let anyone near you again, of that's what you want.
Pack doctor--
Evan is right, you need to keep cailm you are safe here, and I wont let anyone in this part of the hospital without Evan's say so. No one has been on this floor for days just ypu and evan and my self, who you see at the door is a trainee, cause unfortunately I am getting old and I will need someone to take my place, that's my son, Vik and he is probably as scared as you cause he helped me clean you up amd tend to you amd he broke down with utter sadness seeing you in your condition.
Evan--
Okay??? Since that is out of the way, you said you was alfa Greens daughter, I thought she killed her self a month after Luna Green died. Thats what everyone was told. You, you are Emma Green. You are the first alfa female to be born to wolf kind. Is alfa Green tje one who done this to you, is that who you are running form.
Emma--
I just stared at him tears in my eyes shaking cause I couldnt stop listen to there words but couldnt fully understand. Listening to evan was a little scary but he sounded scared himself. All I could do was shake my head yes, I couldnt find the words.
"I am supposed to be dead, he faked my death cause he didnt wat people to know what he didnt to me. He kept me hidden, I never left the house and I only have 2 pair of clothes. ..... where my bag, if I may ask, it has my only clothes and all my stuff I own." I ask as he looks at me and walks over to tje tiny closet in the corner, and ther it was. My bag, I let a sigh of relief out cause it had the only true thing I wanted in it. My mother picture. A picture of her amd I at a lake.
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Running For Everything.
Short StoryEmma is 17 years old and is running for the abuse she has suffered for 10 years. As she is running through the forest she trips and falls and gets more scars to add on the ones she already has. Will there be anyone to help her. Anyone to love her li...
