Big Bad Alphas novel Chapter 11

I lay sleeplessly in bed, staring at the ceiling while not being able to take my mind off of my sister. I wonder if she is still awake, or if she has found the ability to live without me. It has only been a few days, which makes me sound dramatic, but I cannot help but hope she misses me still. What if earlier she only got upset for a bit and now she is perfectly fine, perfectly asleep in her purple and blue bed. I cannot sleep not knowing how she is feeling; we used to tell each other everything.

My eyes roll over to the clock. It is one o'clock in the morning.

Silently groaning, in an attempt to not wake up Eric, I turn away from the pillow wall and sigh. I have to see her.

Hesitantly, I slip out from underneath the bedding, and my toes brush against the cool, wood floor. Sitting up, I carefully lift my body forward while glancing at him, making sure he is not waking up from my moments. I gently step onto the floor and push myself upright, and soon enough I am standing in the middle of the room not knowing what to do.

I cannot just leave without telling anyone. Of course, I am not leaving forever, just a day or two, but a notice is still proper. Searching the room, I remember seeing a notepad by the phone, probably there to take messages. I can write a quick note and leave it on the kitchen counter.

I take a deep breath before tiptoeing out of the bedroom and down the hall, heading towards the room where my things are being kept, the room I attempted to sleep in before. When I get inside, I slowly shut the door and gather my things, picking out only a few that I might need: an extra pair of clothes, food from the kitchen, a few bandaids, and medical related items, and water. With one of my smaller bags in hand, full of my things, I find the notepad a write the letter. I mumble my writing out loud as I go; "Eric. I am sorry to worry you, but I have to go on a quick trip for a day or two. I will be back unharmed so do not worry about that either. I have everything I will need, and I will be back before you know it. Please, please, please do not make this a big deal, I will be back, I promise."

I sign my name neatly at the bottom and even add a little heart just for fun. Hopefully, he will find it less worrying.

I grab a jacket and head for the door, and as soon as I am outside, I turn South. The forest engulfs me rather quickly, so I take my bag and drop it to the floor. I can move faster if I shift.

Taking off my clothes, I shove them into the bag. I shift in a hurry, not bothering to take the process step by step, then I snatch up the strap of the bag in my mouth. Gliding through the trees at a much quicker speed, my feet briskly touch the forest floor and push off, propelling myself in a constant forward run. I do not bother to look around at the almost blurred trees, but I keep my gaze steadily in front of me. It will probably take a few hours to get there if I continue to run, but I know I will tire myself out beforehand. I have not been in a continuous sprint for a while.

It must be almost three in the morning by now, so Eric is hopefully still asleep.

Stopping for a break, I set down my bag and lay on the ground, letting my fur rub against a near bush. I rest my head on my paws while taking in a few well-needed gasps of air. Should I have told Eric where I am going in the note? I did not want him chasing after me, but what kind of ideas might he conjure up? Surely he is smart enough to guess that I am visiting home, even though he said I cannot right now.

Will he hate me for leaving after he told me not to? I hope he will understand how I feel when I get back and explain myself, though I do not think he is a very forgiving person at first. Obviously, he has issues with his father, and I did not notice any suggestions of fixing them.

   A sudden movement from behind me causes my heart to jolt, and I immediately shoot up and turn to the creator. My eyes narrow on two others staring back at me.

   A stranger.

   Swallowing, I take a step back. I have never run into a stranger before on my own, most likely because I have never been on my own in the forest away from pack lands, mine or Eric's.

   On edge, I glance to my bag, preparing to make a run for it. The other wolf, dark brown and rather large, follows my eyes and figures out my quick plan. Without any other ideas, I push off from the dirt and swiftly scoop my bag up with my teeth before sprinting in the opposite direction without a second to spare. My mother always told me to stay away from strangers, though she calls them rogues along with everyone else. I prefer to call them strangers; the label "rogue" makes them seem dangerous. Usually, I like to think that "I do not know them, so I am not sure if they are bad news," but I cannot take chances right now.

   If this stranger is "bad news" then taking this trip has become a very terrible idea, and I also promised Eric that I would come back unharmed. I do not know if this stranger will hurt me or not if given a chance, so then my promise would be broken.

   With my thoughts running wild, I jump over a fallen tree, yet I almost trip over and land in the dirt. Feeling disoriented, I look back but see no other wolf behind me.