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Run. Snuff
Lya Trevor and Thom followed me off of the training grounds. Oliver had given in, accepting that I overruled him, and was letting me continue with training. He knew me well - even without his blessing, I would have continued. The stipulation he thought I wasn’t aware of was Trevor or Thom would tag along to make sure I wasn’t actually put at risk. Both were coming with me today under the pretense of wanting to catch up with Cody. I knew Trevor just wanted to avoid Anna as much as humanly possible, and Thom… I wasn’t exactly sure what Thom’s excuse was. Maybe he did just want to see Cody. Training today had been tough. That’s not to say it had been easy before, but I had been pushed past my limits more so than in previous sessions. Cody said it was because I was clearly a better fighter than he had initially thought. After running over some new maneuvers, he left me with a couple other warriors to work on them, telling us to find him after we were done. I had desperately hoped a cou
Run. She's The Boss
Oliver The entire time Lya was away at training, I got exactly no work done. All I did was worry about her. Dr. Whitledge had specifically said two weeks until she could train, and while those two weeks would end in a couple days, she had already been training for nearly a week. The idea of her getting hurt - even a minor injury that was common in training - made me a ball of nerves. Adair tried to talk me down, insisting that when she officially became Luna she would have to also be a warrior in some capacity to stand up and protect her pack, but it still didn’t sit well with me. I wanted to mark her. I wanted to feel what she felt more clearly, instead of just when it was all consuming. This half bond was miserable to deal with, and that was one thing Adair and I agreed on. My office door creaked open and I breathed a sigh of relief when I looked up to see Lya. She walked around the desk and sat down in my lap, pulling her knees up to her and resting her head on my shoulder. He
Run. Haven't Had Enough
Lya Anna trailed behind me all the way to my room, talking nonstop about a smell of intense spices, certain it was her mate and he was close and he had been in the packhouse recently and she just had to find him. I peeled off my clothes, noting my shirt truly was on backwards, and stepped into the shower while she continued to chatter outside the door. “I get it! I truly get it!” she insisted. “I totally understand why you can’t keep your hands off of Ollie, because as soon as I find this person, I swear I am going to eat him alive he smells so good. In fact, I have no idea how you control yourself as much as you do.” I cringed a bit. I really thought I had been relatively successful in my restraint, keeping PDA to a minimum. It was Oliver who either wasn’t trying or was having a really difficult time keeping his hands off of me. “Do you have any guesses?” I called out over the sound of the water. Anna was quiet for a moment - a rare occurrence. “I feel like I’ve smelled it before
Run. I Will Possess Your Heart
Oliver I smiled into Lya’s neck, pretending for just a moment that it was Lya who said my favorite four letter word I so desperately wanted to hear tumbling from her lips. This was Anna’s moment, though. One that would go correctly. She wouldn’t be able to see it at first, and maybe not ever, but Trevor had kept his distance from her so he could come to her with no demons. He probably felt as if it’d be wrong to bring all the baggage he still carried from unfinished business to a mate, but Anna knew it all already. And a mate was supposed to help heal you. “Come on,” I said, taking Lya’s hand. “Let’s go watch this.” I pulled Lya toward the alpha wing, in view of Trevor’s doorway. Watching someone find their mate was a beautiful thing, and one I wanted Lya to see. Anna stood at the end of the hall, her back toward us, eyes on Trevor’s door. She was frozen in place, and I was certain Trevor could smell her, too. Thom had probably stayed in there, too, just to make sure he didn’t
Run. Rumor
Lya Tell a girl she’s your mate without telling her she’s your mate. That’s what this felt like.Oliver was my mate and I was his. Of that, I was certain. Pretty much everyone in the packhouse knew, too. We still weren’t fessing up, though. We were the epitome of dysfunction. Too much depended on me keeping Oliver at arm’s length, but that was just getting more and more difficult by the moment. A whole week had passed since the secret meeting with Thom, Trevor, and Cody. We had a plan, and it was a good one. The scouts out there were confident we could put things off another couple weeks, and we were going to fudge things as long as we could - more time for training, to perfect the plan, and ideally for Thom’s wife to have the baby. I had no idea how I was going to hold out for so long. If Oliver had any suspicions, he wasn’t letting them show. That, or he was running me ragged to try and make it so I was too exhausted to scheme behind his back. He kept to his word - it was painfu
Run. Time Is Running Out
Oliver As soon as it was out in the open that Lya was training, she threw herself into it wholeheartedly. The meeting with the gammas had not helped the matter. It seemed her suitability being questioned only fueled her commitment. Cody had integrated her in with the second year recruits, and she was holding her own easily. I still didn’t like the fact that she was training, and somehow received a ban from the Luna herself not to set foot on the training grounds while she was there. She was making quite a name for herself already, and only snippets of her performance were being passed on to me. With her spending all day training, that just meant I saw her less and less. I tried to convince her it was a matter that could be dealt with once the impending battle was over. Or maybe she could join the first years when a new group started in August. Cody wasn’t helping, either, and she had gotten her claws and command into him before I could, so he was obligated to follow her word over m
Run. Everchanging
Lya Us vigilantes had met almost daily the past couple weeks, refining and perfecting the plan. Oliver had nearly found us out, but it was not a wolf my anger - and fear - brought forward. A roll of power surged through me, similar to the one that hit when I marked him, and filled my words. “Just stay away from the training grounds while I am here, Oliver,” I demanded. “You can’t act on every worry, and you know I am safe here.” Hurt flashed across Oliver’s face and consumed my thoughts, but I did my best to push it aside. I’d be hurting him a lot more soon enough. But right now, this was for the best. When I got home that afternoon, we didn’t talk about it. Thom mentioned I shouldn’t be able to muster a command yet - especially a command an alpha had to obey - but I didn’t quite care why or how. It provided the means to an end. Oliver had been getting closer and closer to finding out what was going on right under his nose, and we couldn’t let that happen. I had been at the p
Run. Wolf Bite
Oliver One of my favorite parts of the past couple weeks had been runs with Tala. Lya’s shifts were getting easier, and Tala lived for the chase. Tala was quite the small wolf, but exceptionally agile. She was able to stay remarkably quiet, too, which surprised me given how little experience she had in wolf form. And she was fast. Adair assured me that this was just due to her lineage. Wulvers - genetically produced protectors and defenders - would of course have more natural inclinations to the traits warriors trained so hard for. Maybe she’d become a tracker once she progressed through training. So much about Lya was defined by something she had no clue about. All we had was one book that didn’t even provide much information, and one person who provided equally little knowledge. I wondered about the girl Trevor told me about before she came to the pack, because I certainly didn’t know her. I had heard about a lost little girl who acted akin to a feral cat someone got too close
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Run. Thank You All
To all my faithful readers, Mate bonds, plot holes, and unfinished story lines. Oh my! Thank you all so, so much for your commitment to this story, even when life got in the way and updating was not regular. It was such an adventure to write, and I am excited to say the adventure continues in the sequel, "Chase." Your favorite side characters will be pulled to the forefront as the beginning of the war the hunters alluded to takes hold. Mate bonds aren't what everyone wants, and they can prove to be quite the hinderance - especially when they fail to see that the universe has a bigger plan than just their destined lover. No one likes to admit they can be the difference between life and death, etiher. No one truly loves change, but sometimes it's necessary to chase after it. ********* ********* Time passes, things change, and everyone moves on. It’s easy to feel left behind. I always feel left behind. Left behind and forgotten. All my life, I’ve wanted for someone to reac
Run. Begin Again
Oliver In the couple hours that had passed, the entire crew had filtered onto the patio. Trevor and Brandon had ensured everyone - aside from Allyssa and Maggie - always had a beer in hand. Every one of Lya’s questions got answered, and she had given up trying to pass off her newfound alpha title. Her grand plan that someone should just challenge her and she would just concede before the first punch was thrown was laughed off. It was a well known fact that the alphas who had leadership thrust upon them were the ones who upheld the title the best. Lya reached over, grabbing another beer. “So the Beta I choose - do they have to have Wulver blood?” “No,” Cody said. “In fact, there are only a few families left that have Wulver blood at all. I don’t.” “But,” Gregory added, “the alpha always somehow does. When our previous alpha fell, it was between your father and I who would take up the gamut.” “Why didn’t it go to you?” she asked. Gregory offered a rare smile down at Allyssa, w
Run. Chlorine
Lya Apparently, the pack had a morgue. I shouldn’t have been surprised by this, but I was. Also apparently, the pack had brought all the rogue bodies back, as well as pack members. This didn’t surprise me. Oliver claimed it was because they died fighting with and for a pack, so they should be treated in death as one. “I don’t understand your mentality toward rogues,” I mumbled. Danica had filled me in on the way most packs treated rogues, and with what happened to Oliver’s father, I was genuinely shocked he did not feel the same. “People should be treated as individuals,” he stated, offering no further clarity. Getting to the morgue had taken forever because people kept stopping us to thank me, congratulate me, praise me. And I didn’t deserve any of it.I had been the catalyst. And now I was being rewarded for starting a war. My eyes scanned the room, expressionless eyes staring into the abyss of nothingness that now consumed them. A lump rose in my throat, hating that so
Run. New Dawn Fades
Oliver I ignored Dr. Whitledge’s request to know where his patient was. He was a smart man, he could figure it out. What was the point of sitting and relaxing in a hospital bed when she could easily do the same thing at home? I had no intentions of letting her out of my sight anytime, either. It was a noble effort, but Lya only lasted all of a half hour before she passed out, slumped over on my shoulder. The firepit was still burning, though, and the Woodford was still being passed around. I had watched her closely before she fell asleep. There was a dam that was going to break, and I wanted as much warning as I could get. She was handling things alarmingly well for now - too well. The only person she truly strayed away from talking to was Liam. I had to wonder if she even realized who he was. My eyes danced back and forth between them, picking out their similarities. They had the same wild mess of red curly hair, freckles, and features, the same eyes that seemed to change colors w
Run. Cartographer
Lya Oliver’s lips crushed down on mine, awakening a hunger and need and wholeness I had tried to forget about while I was the hunters’ hostage. The tears pricked my eyes, but he was quick to brush them away. He pulled back, looking down on me. “Why are you crying?” Oliver murmured. “You’re back home now.” I reached up, pulling him back down to me. “I missed you.” “Scoot over?” Oliver asked. I made space quickly, anxious for him to be as close as possible. I quickly found myself tucked under his arm. “Can we go home?” I asked. “Back to the packhouse?” “Tomorrow,” he promised, brushing his lips across my hair. “The doc says you’re healing better with your wolf around.” “Tala only held back like that as a punishment, apparently,” I said, furrowing my brows. My relationship with my wolf had grown immensely, and she had plenty of confessions for me. That was one of them. Oliver placed his thumb on my chin, turning my face toward him. “Don’t ever do that again,” he glowered. “I
Run. It's All True
Oliver Lya’s own little army sat in the waiting room as she underwent surgery. Everyone seemed to be glaring at someone. Liam and I continued with our silent argument through looks alone, Jade and Jason - Lya’s supposed cousins - were arguing about whose fault it was they hadn’t realized Lya was a wolf, Thom kept his eyes locked on them as he rocked Kai, silently begging them to be quiet, Anna and Trevor were still in a staring contest about his refusal to let her start warrior training, and Cody was curiously enough shooting daggers at Jade. Marjorie was the only one sitting quietly, observing everything. Brandon waltzed back into the room, returning from his mission for “supplies.” “You all need to take a chill pill,” he said, handing everyone a beer. “We are all on the same side here, don’t forget.” I sighed and sat back, cracking my beer. “You’re right.” “I mean really, you can be as angry as you want that Lya accidentally landed herself an alpha gig, but think of why you’re a
Run. So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish
Lya Endings are hard. Beginnings, though? Well, beginnings are easy. They sneak up on you, and you find yourself halfway into the storyline before you even realize what the plot is. Truth be told, I couldn’t even tell you when the beginning of this story was. Was it my first shift? The first time I slit my wrist? Maybe when I met Ted Marsan, or killed him. What about when I finally ended up in this pack? I could tell you one thing, though, and that was this was the end. Endings are hard. They always come too soon, leaving plot holes and unanswered questions in their wake. There was so much more to say, to do. My story was ending, and it felt like it had only just begun. Fate is a fickle bitch. I was still resentful it had taken Her this long to let me find my way to this pack. Six weeks just didn’t seem like enough time to be happy. Oh, how I would have changed those six weeks if I had known how quickly this all would end. I had known death was a possibility when I signed up fo
Run. Ever The Same
Oliver I saw red. The first I heard from Lya in weeks, and it was a plea for help. I followed my nose, bursting through the door blocking me from her. I couldn’t see her anywhere, but I knew she was here. There were countless other wolves from her birth pack on my tail, and we immediately set to work dispatching the stragglers looking to escape us, dragging most out of cars that refused to start. I finally spotted her, underneath one of the vehicles disabling it. I took half a second to let out a breath of relief and smile. Smart girl. I lost track of her again, though, my focus shifting to keeping others away from her. It wasn’t until I had no one else in my sights and everything had fallen quiet that I heard her voice ringing through the garage, filled with confidence and conviction. “I’m challenging your alpha title.” I spun around, charging for where she was. I wasn’t going to let her risk her life like this. But, I was stopped by Cody and Gregory. 'She initiated the
Run. Martyr
Lya My mind was made up. I knew exactly what my role in this fight would be. If I had learned anything about my father, it was that he was a coward. He wouldn’t be out on the field participating. Maybe he was who I got my ability to run away from problems from. Even still, though, I was drawn outside. The sight was horrifying, and the smell of war made me gag. Guns rang out, teeth clashed, screams and howls resounded. What my eyes honed in on, though, was none other than Will barreling into my mate. I was careening toward them faster than I could think. If anyone died here, it was supposed to be me. “NO!” I screamed, but the sound was drowned out. Oliver waited too long, giving Will the opportunity to aim his gun. I didn’t have time to shift, but I still had the axe. I flung it with every ounce of strength I had, burying the pick deep in his chest. I was certain the pick side of a fireman’s axe wouldn’t be enough to actually kill him, so I twisted it just for good measure. If
