Fated to my Enemy (Ryley and Blake) novel Chapter 1

Chapter One

Ryley

My heart was pounding in my chest and my lungs burned as I ran through the forest that surrounded my pack. I could hear my father’s beta yelling at me, telling me to keep going. Fear explodes through my body as growls from enemy wolves become closer. My father’s beta’s voice became more distant and I knew he had stopped running with me. He stopped to slow down the wolves who were chasing us.

My heart twisted painfully at the thought of our pack being attacked by someone who we trusted. Who I trusted. I was stupid to think he ever cared about me. My family and pack died from my stupidity. And I knew if I got away, my life would never be the same.

As soon as the warriors guarding the north informed my father of the invading army, he commanded his beta to take me to safety. I pleaded with him to let me stay, to fight along his side but he knew I wouldn’t stand a chance. I wasn’t even old enough to shift yet.

My father’s beta carried me, kicking and screaming as he ran away from my family and his. His son was old enough to shift and fight. And he promised to protect my family. I knew it was a lost cause when my father ordered me to run. He knew he was going to die and he didn’t want to see me die or worse.

Goosebumps covered my body as howls became closer. I ran with everything I had to get to the River. If I didn’t make it, I will surely die. I know these wolves would show no mercy. With every step I took, the river became louder. The fast current of the water drowned out the howls of the wolves that were quickly closing in on me.

A loud growl behind me caused me to lose my footing and I rolled off the cliff. Looking up, I saw the eyes of the wolf who had betrayed me. Before my body could hit the icy water below, I shook awake.

“It was only a nightmare.” I breathed out, trying to catch my breath. No matter how hard I try, that day will forever haunt my dreams.

Looking at the clock beside my bed, I groaned. I was due to get up in half an hour. With no chance of going back to sleep, I threw off my blanket and climbed out of bed. My body was stiff and sore from the tension of my dream but I needed to work off this anxious energy. Before dressing for my morning run, I left my room and walked down the hallway to peek into my son’s room. I let out a silent sigh of relief when I found he was still asleep. He was safe and that’s all that mattered.

I quietly went back to my room to get changed for my early morning run. When I was dressed, I put in my earbuds and started my music before pocketing my phone. Leaving the house, I made sure to lock the door. I had my wolf to protect me but my son wasn’t old enough to shift yet.

I had run a lap around the neighborhood before Channing, my son, joined me. We did this every morning before he went to school and I went to work. I was still so lost in my nightmare of last night. The run did nothing to ease my anxiety.