Wise Girl on the Run (PJO)

Wise Girl on the Run (PJO)

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Rain drummed a beat along with Annabeth's footsteps, her shoes squeaking in protest each time her feet hit the pavement. She ran for a long time. She remembered very clearly the route to the cabin, the only place she considered home. Escaping the slick streets, she made it to the edge of the forest, and ran further. "She's scaring her brothers." Annabeth started to sprint, her hands trembling in her jacket pockets. The hoodie she had thrown on did nothing against the cold, which seemed to be biting her skin and draining the warmth from her blood. Her blonde hair framed her face in uneven, drenched strands, while her hood refused to offer any protection from the water droplets falling around her. "She's a danger to this family." Tears built in her eyes, blurring her vision even more, but Annabeth kept running, around apartments and schools and buildings to the edge of the trees. She ran for a long time. "Get rid of her."
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🎬 Kidnapped Romance YouTube Channel: UCb0EOwy75EU8UQVbvkI-H8A ⚠️ An innocent beauty... and a famished beast. She was running. Branches slapped her cheeks, the gnarled root of an old tree suddenly caught her foot- She crashed to the forest floor with a gasp. The pain shot through her ankle like a blade, but she didn't stop. She pushed herself back up and ran again. A low-hanging branch snagged her veil-rip! Grazed her shoulder too. Still, she ran. Her breath came in broken gasps. She glanced over her shoulder. No one. Only the sound- Heavy thuds. Boots crushing dried leaves behind her. Her bare feet bled as she stepped on a brittle twig. She winced, stumbled, but didn't stop. Her heart was beating in her ears. Louder. Louder. She bit down on her lower lip, tasting blood. Suddenly- Thump! She crashed into something hard. "Ow!" she gasped and staggered back, thinking it was a tree. But it moved. A towering figure was in front. She froze. Then- "No!" she whimpered, trying to back away. Too late. A brutal tug on her hair jerked her head back. "Where to?" His voice was low and cold, his hand clenched tightly in her hair. "Leave me!" she screamed, struggling violently. He started dragging her. "Let go of me!" She fought back, landing a weak punch on his stomach. "Bitch," he spat. "Shut up before I loose all my patience with you." And then- He flung her up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack. In the moonlight, he looked some big bad Werewolf. "Put me down!" she cried, punching his back, clawing-but his skin felt like stone beneath her fingernails. He halted again. And dropped her. She hit the dry ground. Before she could crawl away, he knelt beside her- Then straddled her, his shadow engulfing hers. "No," she whispered, going deathly pale. Eyes wide. Lips trembling. Heart shattering inside her chest. An innocent beauty... A famished beast. ⚠️ This isn't just romance. It's survival. 🥇#1 in Spiritual - many times. Alh

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