The Cure (On Hold)

The Cure (On Hold)

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We ran through the dense foliage, flinging vines out our way as we ran faster and faster, yearning for the freedom we had experienced but once before. I started wheezing as the thin air began to weigh on my lungs. Each of my muscles screamed in protest at the force I was using, but it didn’t matter; I couldn’t care as long as we made it to the checkpoint. We had been trapped for far too long, but no longer. Faster, harder, farther. My eyes widened as the clearing came into view. Soon… I thought with a huff. I flung my body through the last line of thorny plants, knowing that I was being cut on each exposed limb, but not feeling any of it, into the awaiting sunlight. Soon we would be free.
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Every time I tried to stop, something clenched in my stomach, instinctual and feral. It compelled me to move. Sometimes it felt like it was pulling me in the opposite direction, back the way I came. That feeling I ignored - nothing short of demonic possession could convince me to go anywhere near that forest ever again. It wouldn't be nearly long enough that I would realize I hadn't imagined that pull. That some invisible force was compelling me towards that man. To Nate. When I did realize, I made sure I used it to keep running in the opposite direction of wherever it told me to go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Picture this: you're a 17 year old werewolf. Your Alpha, under false counsel, believes your entire family instigated a failed coup so he kills your parents, and you're next. Your options are basically die now, or turn rogue and die anyways. What do you choose - swift and painless, or drawn out and lonely? If you answered, "Neither," then you'd be correct. I didn't anticipate, though, that one bad theft in the beginning was going to send a ripple that would come back to haunt me in unimaginable ways.

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