Alpha’s Regret: Begging For My Luna Back novel Chapter 8

Faith’s Pov

My heart beat very fast because of the nerves and adrenaline. Faster, faster than my legs could carry me. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.

The garage, where my parents were, was now a blurry spot behind me, lost in the dark woods. I had fooled them. They thought they had me. They thought I was just going to the bathroom. But I ran. I ran like the wind.

The ground in the forest was rough under my old shoes. Small branches snapped under my feet, leaves crunched. Every sound felt too loud, like an alert telling them where I was.

I was afraid, but I would not go back. I’m getting my life back.

Then I heard it.

Several howls.

It’s not strange to hear these kinds of animal sounds because I’m in the woods, but I can recognise werewolves.

The Warriors. My parents had sent them. Which means that they are very close to me, and one wrong move and they might catch me…

But I had no wolf. Just me. My own two feet, which were no match for them, but I tried to hide my scent before I ran. rubbed mud and strong–smelling plants on my clothes, on my skin. They wouldn’t smell me easily. Not now.

I quickly ducked behind a thick oak tree, pressing myself flat against its rough bark. My breath came in short, fast gasps. I closed my eyes for a second, then forced them open. I had to see. I had to listen.

Footsteps. Heavy, sure steps. Not far. They were moving through the trees, like dark shadows. I could hear their whispers, low and deep.

They were close. So close. One of them walked past my tree. I could feel the whoosh of air as he went by. My heart nearly jumped out of my mouth. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.

Don’t move. Don’t breathe. Just stay still like a stone.

He kept going. The sounds became a little softer. My lungs hurt. I waited, counting my breaths slowly. Then, I pushed off the tree. I ran again, as quietly as I could. I needed to lose them.

A small stream flowed ahead. I splashed into the icy water, not caring that

my clothes got wet. I walked through it, moving against the flow. Water would wash away any tiny smell I still had. It would make them unsure. I hoped. The cold made my legs ache, but I kept going. Deeper into the trees. Away from them.

I climbed out on the other side, shaking water from my hair. My legs felt very weak, but I pushed harder. Up a small hill, then down into a thick group of bushes. I squeezed through, sharp points on the bushes cutting my arms, but I didn’t care. Pain was a small thing compared to being caught.

I could hear them again. Louder this time. They were closer. They must have found my old path, or they were just searching the whole area. Like a net, closing in. My hidden scent wouldn’t last forever.

I needed a better hiding spot. A place they wouldn’t expect.

I couldn’t feel the physical pain that was caused by the twigs that scrapped me or the falls and I endured but emotionally and mentally I was a wreck.

The two people who were responsible for everything I was growing through right now were my parents. My biological parents, but they didn’t give a flying fish what I was going through.

I got on a bus in a small town, then walked for what felt like hours, following the directions I remembered. My adoptive father’s house. The one place I knew I could truly be safe.

Finally, I saw it. The familiar small house with the blue door. My heart pounded, not from fear, but from a new kind of hope. A real hope.

I walked up the path, my legs shaking from the long journey. I knocked on the door. One knock. Two. Three.

The door creaked open.

“Faith?” A voice said.

My blood turned to ice. My breath caught in my throat. It wasn’t my adoptive father.

No, it was a voice I knew too well.