Runaway

Chapter 2: Empty

"You know what scares people? Success. When you don't make moves and when you don't climb up the ladder, everybody loves you because you're not competition." ~Nicki Minaj

[A/N: Edited]

Radiance's POV

Minutes stretched to hours as I kept running forward. My entire body was aching from the excessive effort I was going through. I felt like passing out any minute, but I didn't want to stop running until I felt like I was far enough from the pack. Finally, the trees gave way to a clearing. It was a large space, completely surrounded by plants, which allowed it to be well hidden. There was a lake in the middle of this opening, its water extremely clear.

I took a bit of the liquid between my palms and sipped on it, not caring if it was potable or not. At this point, I needed every source of energy I could get. I splashed my face and stopped moving to catch my breath.

For a minute, I completely forgot the fact that I was on the run. I sat still and let my ears catch every single sound, from the twigs of branches to the chirp of birds, from the swish of the water to the grind of the leaves against each other. I closed my eyes and savored the tranquility and calmness of the woods. The throbbing in my head was long gone, and my vision was pitch perfect again. Unfortunately, my unease came back quickly.

Now what?

I had nowhere to go. My father could track me down by my scent, so the possibility that he would find me again was huge. I was on my own, which heightened the chances of being attacked by pack-less wolves. I shook my head.

Anything is better than going back. Over there, I was abused, verbally and physically, ignored, pushed around, and stepped on.

They would call me worthless and incapable without even giving me the chance of proving myself. Everything was fine when I was a kid. But it all changed when my mother died. She was the Luna of our pack, the Blood Drop Pack. We are the second strongest pack to ever exist. Mom was the best Luna anyone could ever hope for. She was fair and just, strong and independent. She used to stand up to my father when he let his emotions get the best of him, and didn't bow down when he used his alpha voice on her. Besides the fact that she was an amazing Luna, she was an outstanding mother. She always looked after me, and was loving and caring. I remember the song she used to sing to me before I went to bed.

"This little girl could just not sleep

For her thoughts were way too deep

Her mind had gone on a stroll

Opening the windows to her soul

Her head was always in the clouds

Blocking everyone else's screams and shouts"

I began singing the second verse lowly.

"She never really cared about what others say

Always looked forward to another day

Never replaced her smile with a frown

She always wore an imaginary crown."

I heard footsteps behind me, but I couldn't be bothered to care. Not anymore. My tears fell to the ground, and I didn't try to stop them. I wasn't crying because I was sad or mad. I was crying because I became numb. I was crying because I became emotionless.

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