The Run To Quinn

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And that sounded like a speech I had rehearsed, but it wasn't. And all of it was true. I really had given up on me and Sam. We were too... different. And plus... I didn't believe in the moon. I was an moon-atheist. A moon goddess that governed my life? No. Sorry. Not in my book of understanding.

"We were 16. Of course I said to hold off. I was stupid. I was a teenager." He blinked at me. "Quinn... maybe I am your mate."

I scoffed. "You're not."

He tilted his head at me. "And how do you know?"

The corner of my mouth tipped up. "Because I don't want you as my mate." And on that note I walked to the daycare door and opened it. "Have fun looking after the kids alone!" I walked outside, shaking my head.

Who did he think he was? Wanting to make me believe that we were mates when it was convenient to him. Classic guy. Sucks to be him, because I didn't like him like that anymore. He was shit outta luck. SOL.

I shifted into my wolf and walked the grounds, passing by people walking around and wolves. People stopped and said hello, smiling brightly at me. I smiled back and continued on my trek.

I kept going until I reached a familiar large clearing in the woods. Some trees sprouted up here and there, dried blood on them. I didn't pay attention to those. They weren't important. What did matter were the 13 black circles with a diameter of about 10 feet that were spray painted into the grass.

I spotted the back of someone's head and groaned. Of Luna Marie Summerhill, Alpha Alex Hurth, -and Beta Jones Polk... the most ruthless by far was Beta Polk. And his kid was no exception.

Pierce was a little older than me, but not by much. He was Sam's opposite, but also Sam's best friend. He practiced day in and day out. His job besides learning to be Beta was training others. He trained people older than him. They were quick to be cocky and he was quick to put them in their place.

I walked over to him and cleared my throat, taking a deep breath. What I was about to do was stupid, but I had so many pent up emotions. I needed some way to get them all out and training usually helped.

Some were from Sam saying what he did, some emotions were from me apparently meeting my mate, some were from my brother. All of them were equally tearing a hole in my gut. And I needed to get rid of them all equally as fast.

Pierce spun and glared at me. "What?" He snapped.

Most people would have backed down from his gaze. But I didn't. I was pissed and sad and confused.

"I want a match." I said.

He scoffed at me. "I'm not looking to punch a little girl." He turned back and continued talking to a group of guys.

I grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. "Scared?" I asked.

He pushed me back and I shuffled back a couple feet. "So terrified." He laughed. His friends laughed with him.

I came at him with my fist raised. He grinned as he went to grab it. However, I was much faster than he anticipated, and changed my course at the last second. I kneed him in the gut.

"I said I want a match." I declared.

Pierce spit on the ground and growled lowly. "You're not Alpha, Beta, or Gamma blood. You can't fight me." He said between clenched teeth.