THIRD PERSON POVElizabeth groaned in pain while she tried to find shelter for the night, a bird chipped by the nearby tree while she dragged herself into the open path.Elizabeth's body ached with exhaustion as she trudged through the darkening forest. The weight of the world seemed to press down on her weary shoulders, making each step a painful endeavor. She desperately needed to find shelter for the night, a place where she could rest her battered body and escape the thought of still being caught.As she stumbled forward, a sharp pain shot through her side, causing her to wince. She clutched her injured rib and gritted her teeth, she had grazed her ribs at the rocks. To push through the agony. The sound of a chirping bird nearby broke the stillness of the forest, its cheerful melody contrasting sharply with Elizabeth's current state.With every ounce of strength she could muster, Elizabeth made her way toward a small clearing in the distance. The path leading there was overgrown
THIRD PERSON POV Elizabeth swiftly grabbed the knife from the table beside her luckily. She threw it at the figure but he was fast enough to dodge and grip her tightly by the arms.The figure's grip tightened around Elizabeth's arms, immobilizing her. Fear coursed through her veins as she struggled against the unknown assailant's hold. She fought with every ounce of strength she had left, determined to break free and protect herself but it was impossible."I won't harm you, are you alright!" The male voice finally spoke. Elizabeth's heart pounded in her chest as the unfamiliar voice reached her ears. Confusion mixed with her fear as she tried to comprehend the situation. She stopped struggling momentarily, her eyes darting around the dimly lit room to catch a glimpse of her assailant.Gradually her eyes adjusted to darkness meeting with an elderly man, he seemed very much old with long and unkempt beards. The sight of the elderly man standing before her only heightened Elizabeth's
THIRD PERSON POVDickson paced back and forth in his large office, his mind consumed by thoughts of his mate. It had been nearly a week since he had last seen her, and the longing in his body was becoming unbearable. Every moment without her felt like an eternity, and he yearned for her presence, her touch, her scent.His restless movements reflected the restlessness within him. He couldn't focus on anything else, his thoughts constantly drifting back to her. The days stretched on, each one bringing a new wave of desire, a growing ache in his chest that refused to subside.He tried to distract himself, filling his time with work and other activities, but nothing could extinguish the burning need he felt for her. Every night, he would lie awake in bed, his mind replaying their last encounter, the taste of her lips, the warmth of her body pressed against his.Dickson's emotions were in turmoil. He missed her, missed the way they laughed together, and the way he made her feel entirely.
THIRD PERSON POVIt was still night when Elliot heard little murmuring from outside. He slowly walked towards the window to get a glimpse of who might be outside this late, peeking through the dirty and torn curtains. The moon cast a pale glow over the quiet area, revealing multiple figures standing near the lamppost. Elliot squinted, trying to make out the person's features in the dim light.Staring at them intently, he noticed that they were armed with weapons, his eyes shooting up remembering that he had taken in someone who was on the run. As Elliot's heart raced, he quickly realized that the figures outside were likely after the person he had taken in. His mind raced with thoughts of how to protect both himself and the person he had sheltered. He quietly closed the curtains, hoping that they hadn't noticed his presence.His first instinct was to check on the person he had taken in. He hurriedly made his way to the room where Elizabeth was staying to find her soundly asleep.Ell
THIRD PERSON POVElizabeth breathed hard while the kept trying to find somewhere safe, she had been contemplating on returning to the rogue camp and act like nothing had happened but she couldn't because she still hadn't healed off the injuries she had and then she might have already become a suspect.She stopped halfway while panting for air. Elliot turned around to notice that she wasn't tagging along anymore.Concerned, Elliot hurried back to where Elizabeth had stopped, his footsteps echoing in the tense silence. He found her leaning against a tree, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Worry etched across his face, he approached her cautiously."Are you okay?" Elliot asked, his voice laced with concern. He took a step closer, carefully observing her weary expression.Elizabeth glanced up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and fear. "I... I can't go on like this," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I'm injured, and I need water!" Elliot's brows fu
THIRD PERSON POVThe griffin lunged at Elizabeth, its sharp beak aimed at her. With a quick reflex, she dove to the side, narrowly escaping the creature's attack. As she rolled onto the ground, she spotted a fallen tree branch nearby. Gripping it tightly, she swung it at the griffin, hoping to ward it off and buy some time.The branch struck the griffin's wing, causing it to screech in pain and momentarily lose balance. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Elizabeth scrambled to her feet and sprinted towards Elliot, who was still struggling to restrain the other griffin.Elliot held onto the first griffin, using every ounce of strength to maintain his grip. He knew that if he let go, both he and Elizabeth would be in grave danger. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he struggled to maintain his composure and keep the griffin under control. The creature thrashed and clawed, its feathers ruffled and eyes filled with fury. Elliot tightened his grip, using every muscle in his body to r
DICKSON POVWe had hit the woods in search of Elizabeth even if we had come with an unexpected she-wolf. Miley had insisted that she was going to tag along even if I had tried to stop her.Miley, inferred and stubborn as ever, walked beside me with a fierce devotion in her eyes. Despite my attempts to dissuade her from joining us, she had insisted on coming along. There was no point in arguing further; Miley had always been headstrong and fiercely independent.I glanced at her briefly, taking in her features illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the trees. Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her emerald eyes sparkled with excitement.The echoes of our footsteps bounced off the trees, creating an eerie ambiance. Every snap of a twig made us pause, our senses heightened, as we listened for any sign of Elizabeth. It felt like an eternity as we pushed forward, the anticipation growing with every step."So, does she know everything about you?" Miley broke the silence.
DICKSON POVWe approached the small house, its windows illuminated by a flickering light. The scent of burning wood and a hint of something savory wafted through the air, enticing our senses.It seemed like a place of comfort amidst the uncertainty that surrounded us.As we entered, we found ourselves in a cozy living space. A fireplace crackled, casting a warm glow that danced on the walls. A table was set with a simple meal, and an elderly couple sat at the table, their eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and caution."We mean no harm," I assured them, my voice gentle yet firm. "We're just passing through and could use a moment of respite."The couple exchanged glances, assessing our presence. They seemed wary but not overtly hostile. The woman nodded, gesturing for us to take a seat at the table. "Please, help yourselves," she said, her voice filled with a mix of weariness, fear and hospitality."We would please want water!" I said while Miley sat beside me. The woman nodded a