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Each time the paws of my wolf hit the ground as I ran, I was pushed further and further. But I was no match for the speed of Zoe’s wolf even though I was doing my best. She was catching up on me and right on my tail. I had never felt so much fear in my life. Zoe was pissed and I was who she was directing all her rage at. My heart was beating so fast and my breathing rate was through the roof as I ran. I did not know if Ashton and the others were following us but I was sure getting tired. I kept going and the wind kept smacking me in the face. In no time, I saw the Hulu forest and I tried to increase my pace but I was at my max, I just could not. It was just too hard for me. With a few more sprints, I was in the forest and I dashed through trees and shrubs until I felt a heavy weight knocking me over.It was Zoe’s wolf. I cried from the sudden pain and got smacked hard right on the forest floor. Rocks and sticks poked my body and I groaned. She had me pinned to the ground as she

I sat in the front seat of the car as Zayn drove us to the mental center. It was only he and I in the car and the day seemed gloomy. Drizzles of rain fell from the sky and rumbles of thunder could be heard. When we finally reached the large building, Zayn found somewhere to park easily. “I didn’t bring an umbrella,” He said to me as he opened his side of the car. He was wearing a jacket so he offered me it. “It’s okay, it’s not raining that hard. It’s just a light drizzle.” I tried to turn him down but he would not budge until I accepted his offer. I finally wore his jacket and we left the car locked as we approached the building. I was right, it was not raining heavily but it sure was cold. Zayn had his arm draped around me as we walked, and I could not help but smile. When we entered the building, we found ourselves in a nice lobby. The place smelt nice, almost like flowers. We were not the only ones there. Some people were sitting and a few were standing in line at the receptio

I approached the couch that Ashton was sitting on and I sat next to him. Zayn was sitting on the other side of him. Being close up to him revealed from his eyes that he not only had been crying but also not sleeping too. “Ashton, can you tell us what’s wrong? Why are you not okay?” I asked as I reached for his hand. He smiled faintly when my hand wrapped around his. Zayn draped his arm around Ashton’s neck and showed his support also.“I literally threw her things out, Lara. How could I not have noticed that she was not okay mentally?” “I mean, the chasing and almost choking me to death was a start,” I joked, and Zayn stifled his laugh while Ashton glared at me, though I could see that he wanted to laugh. His lips wanted to break into a smile. “I’m being serious here,” He exclaimed. “I feel bad for what I did.”Zayn cleared his throat. “Look, man. You have no right to beat yourself up for something like that. None of us knew. I know that you and Lara are going to be blaming yourse

The midwife's voice was really starting to annoy the hell out of me. She kept telling me to push, but only if she knew the pain and discomfort that I was in. My lower back felt like it was being hit over and over by a baseball bat. “Oh, you’re doing so good honey. One more big push!” The midwife said calmly. I felt out of breath and my body was covered in sweat. Zayn was right next to me and from how I was squeezing his hand, I knew that the doctor would have to take a look at it after everything. I was crushing his bones but he only muttered words of encouragement. The birth was truly a magical and surreal experience, but it was so exhausting and filled with pain that I was starting to forget the magical part. “Oh, nice. Your baby’s crowning, dear,” The midwife continued. “It means I can see your baby’s head,” She clarified and I let out a small happy laugh. “Wha–what do you need me to do? Should I keep pushing?” I asked in between my heavy breathing. “No, dear. Uh, what