The jog to the airstrip seemed to pass by really quickly. Sam was immersed in her thoughts as she ran, daydreaming about one day becoming an official Alpha. She knew that she belonged to a pack, and she loved the freedom that came from its lack of hierarchy, but sometimes a part of her longed for the official role of Alpha. Longed for the power that being Alpha would offer her. She knew that being a general member of the pack reduced her strength. She'd often wondered about the power she'd get from becoming Alpha, having never held the position before.
As usual her daydream also included her faceless mate, whose bond would strengthen her physically and emotionally. But despite remaining faceless, Sam couldn't help but notice that their personality seemed more fixed in her mind, as if she knew that they would be like even if she didn't know who they were. They seemed cheery and smiley, keeping her on her toes and brightening her life with their persistent optimism. She couldn't explain the change in the dream, putting it down to the fact that her body was affected by the mating season.
As she ran, she made sure to avoid main roads, wanting to distance herself from civilisation. Arriving at the airstrip, she quickly spotted the plane that was meant for her, as it was the only one on the runway, the rest of the hangers closed. She'd made sure to tell her contact that no one could be here, not wanting to run in to any wolves on the way. Climbing into the plane, she nodded to the pilot. A human, as per her instructions. And took her seat. She was asleep before they'd taken off.
A jolt awoke her as the plane's wheels touched down on the runway, bringing them back to the ground. Sam peered out of the window, taking in the sandy surroundings. The land seemed dry and arid, sparse bushes scattered the pebbled land. A haze rose from the ground, blurring the features of the landscape, and the sunlight blinded Sam as it reflected off the infertile desert. Tumbleweeds blew past the plane as the motor slowed.
Sam's deep, dreamless sleep had left her feeling revived, ready for the task as hand. She pulled her map out before she exited the plane, realising that the sand and sunlight would hinder her progress. Based on her estimations, the airstrip where they had landed was about fifteen kilometres from the approximate location of the compound. Obi had told her that although the main compound was obviously visible and therefore easy to locate, it connected to an underground network of tunnels that he hadn't been able to map accurately. Based on his estimations, there was an opening into the tunnels about nine kilometres from here, and Sam planned on entering the compound through there.
She shouldered her backpack, sticking the map into the back pocket of her shorts. As she descended the stairs of the aircraft, a wall of heat hit her, sucking the air from her lungs. The air was hot and dry, and she could feel her lungs striving to pull in the oxygen she needed. By the time she'd reached the bottom of the stairs, she'd already starting sweating, her t-shirt sticking to her back. Planting her feet firmly on the hard ground she gave herself a couple of seconds to acclimatise her body, before setting off at a jog towards the entrance to the tunnels. She'd purposefully chosen her clothes; a pair of khaki combat shorts, a quick-dry brown t-shirt and a cap to protect her face. Yet despite her light clothing, the heat assaulted her from all sides. Sweat trickled down her face, dripping onto the floor as she ran. She knew that meant she was leaving a very easy trail to track. Any werewolf would be able to sniff out her tracks, so as she ran she kept her eyes on the lookout for a water source, hoping to be able to disguise her scent.
About a kilometre from the entrance, at the base of a small rising mountain, she finally found a small lake. It was almost dried out, only a thin layer of murky water residing at the bottom. Sam walked into the dip in the land, kneeling next to the water. She scooped up a handful, collecting mud and sludge from the bottom. It smelled awful, but it would do the trick. She let some of the moisture disappear from her hands, then wiped the mud into the back of her neck and across her cheeks. She didn't want to cover all of her face, just enough so that her beads of sweat would collect in the mud, rather than dropping to the ground.
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Permission to escape - The Rogue Pack
Werewolf"You, I was thinking of you" she admitted. Aiden groaned, curling his hands around's Sam's waist as she spoke, her words like an enchantment to his ears. Her body fit into his perfectly, her short height of 5'2'' only adding to his sense of dominanc...
