The Runaway

Chapter One: Running

I stumbled onto another dirt path. I've been running for two weeks now, only stopping for a drink and to sleep. I haven't eaten in two weeks, and I'm starving. I'm tired, my feet hurt and I'm thirsty, but I keep going.

   It's been six hours since I last stopped for a drink of water. I see two paths ahead of me. The path on thr left is concrete, the path on the right is dirt.

"Which path should I take," I wonder aloud.

"Stick to the path on the right," says a voice. Whether from inside or outside of my head, I'm not sure, but my instincts agree with the voice. I start towards the path on the right, when ansudden growl pops out of the trees beside me. I feel a familiar pull towards the trees. I don't realize that I'm walking towards them until I'm already through them.

"Melinda, be careful! We don't want to get caught, " said the same voice from earlier. I try to turn but it's too late. He has me by the wrist.

"So, you're my Mate," he says with a little smile.