Soraya's POV
"Stop mutt!"
Sharp cries rang from behind me as I ran, heavy pounding footsteps ringing loud, mixing with paws as they hit the ground.
My heart hammered in my chest, fear of the danger that lay ahead once I was caught.
My body screamed in protest at the overuse and abuse, but I knew I couldn't stop.
I ram, pushing through.
Once I stopped it was game over.
I could already hear Cassidy laughing triumphantly at me while she held my beheaded head gloating-ly.
Her mother would probably be by the side twirling a glass of champagne in her hand — one gotten from my parents' wealth, and Jamal silently watching.
I couldn't let it happen.
Over my dead body!
I thought, determination fueling my body as I ran deeper into the forest.
The cries behind me followed, and for once I was thankful for all the training I had received from my father before he died.
A warrior popped up in front of me, his face twisted with sick excitement, but I nimbly avoided him, running the other way.
I heard him curse, before running to catch after me.
The deeper we ran into the forest however, I noticed something strange.
The markings were different, and didn't match the one that led out of the pack grounds.
Where was I?
I slowed, barely hearing any sound.
The cries behind me had seized, and so were the footsteps.
Suddenly, a marking caught my eyes, and through my wolf, I could see the claws that scratched deep into the trees.
"Moon goddess." I breathed out, looking around in fear as I realized what that mark was.
Panic quickly gripped me and I felt again I had walked into a trap.
All along I had thought they were chasing me, not knowing they had led me into the hunt.
The same hunt I had been dreading.
I turned on my heels to leave, when I suddenly heard a growl sound from behind me.
I froze, my body shutting down temporarily at the sound.
Even my wolf was terrified and hid at the back of my mind.
I swallowed, my breathing coming out in short erratic breaths.
I could feel a piercing gaze on my skin. Different from the pack's usual ones.
At least if it were that I could still manage to move, but this made me feel like I was on a dissecting board.
I tried to move, but that only made the creature growl again. This time, deeper, colder and louder.
I froze up, finding it hard to steady myself.
Was this how I died?
Truly Cassidy had won hasn't she?
Somehow, I felt the creature move, a twig snapping due to the heavy placement of paws.
That had been my cue.
With a burst of unfound energy, I ran.
This time not because I was running to save my life, but because I was running to survive.
They sounded the same, but the feelings were not.
Fat tears poured down my eyes, a desperate scream escaping my lips as the creature felt nearer.
In my panic, I looked back.
Big mistake. A classical mistake everyone in movies made.
Three creatures— wolves of huge sizes about six feet tall; taller than any wolf I had ever seen, chased me with passion, their eyes glowing with crazed relish.
They were toying with me. I realized.
To them it was a sick game. A joke, but this was a life at stake. My life.
Not looking where I was going, I stumbled, rolling down a slope towards a bunker.
I quickly crawled in, breathing loudly through my nose while I tried to hide.
The sounds above me died, and all that was left was an eerie silence that brought me no comfort.
I held my breath more, hoping tonight would end, but that was a dream.
Werewolves don't need breaths to track someone.
I bet they could hear my heartbeat and were still around playing this cruel game.
"Where did that bitch run off to?"
A voice I recognized as the head warrior cut through the stretched silence, filling me with surprise.
For a moment, I stilled, straining my ears. I might have heard wrong or became delusional so I wanted to confirm.
By some miracle, it sounded again, but this time it was the response from the rest of the warriors.
"Who knows, maybe she's dead." The person snickered, causing everyone to laugh.
Ignoring the leers directed at me, I frowned.
Didn't they realize this was the hunting grounds?
How could the warriors not know this?
If they didn't, then what work was Jamal doing?
The thought had barely settled when I heard a blood curling scream cut through the air, confirming my guess.
I felt colour drain from my face in an instant, their terror stricken shouts reaching my ears.
"Please—!"
"Ah! Help —!"
"Wait! No— please. I have a daughter —!"
I covered my ears trying to block the sounds out, my body shaking in fear.
Unconsciously, my pheromones leaked out, causing me to panic further.
"Jada, do something!" I whisper yelled at my wolf.
As an omega, I was often referred to as a wolfless wolf.
It was believed I had no wolf since I couldn't turn. I tried, but that was where they were wrong.
Compared to others, I could communicate with my wolf, and it was something I never told anyone.
Suddenly, there was silence, but that didn't make me feel safe.
I let out shaky breaths, crawling out from under where I had hidden.
I looked around, trying to find an exit, when I heard my wolf whimpering.
What is it?
~ Mate.
I froze. Shock and disbelief hit me at once and I temporarily forgot the danger I was in.
You mean here? Like now?
Sadly, Jada was still a wolf, limited to a few words, but she kept whimpering.
~ Mate. Mates!
Now that she said it, I felt it. Not one. Not two, but three?
How was it possible for me to find my mate here?
I was still lost in thought, when a snarl had me coming back to my senses, my breath caught in place, as a black wolf stood before, his red predatory gaze locked onto mine.
I didn't dare breathe.
He took slow steps towards me, the action predatory even to a wolf like him.
Unexpectedly, he shifted, bones clacking with a familiar sound as they snapped in place with the shortest amount of time possible.
We stared at each other, his eyes still taking on the red hue as his wolf.
A Grey.
I was standing in front of a very handsome, deadly and naked Grey.
"Mate."