Run, Run, Run!

Running From The Shadows Hands

A howl shook the trees. It bounced off the wood, vibrating through the forest. The bright, almost full, moon shone among the stars. There was not enough light source to help anyone running through the forest. Birds squawked, flying in the opposite direction of the howl. The howl that shook Brian to the core.

He had escaped. He had finally gotten out. No longer under the vice grips of his pack- his captors. He was just another fuckable, usable omega for them. Once they found out he was incapable of bearing a child, he became a play toy. His family should have stayed in Ireland.

Family. Ireland.

Brian bit back the tears, continuing to run as fast as his injured legs could take him. He was in his wolf form. His fur was brown, almost auburn, with a few blonde streaks. His icy blue eyes shone. 

There was another, shorter howl. Brian growled, ducking his head as he continued to push. 

Push, push, push.

Run, run, run!

A claw collided with the back of Brian’sleft leg, causing him to collapse, sliding forward. He yelped, mud getting into his mouth. Another wolf jumped on top of Brian, pinning his smaller form to the ground. The larger wolf howler, loud and long. Howls were heard in response, and Brian heard the paws pounding on the forest floor.

Brian struggled, thrashing his body around. He swiped, only to have his arm caught between a jaw. A whimper passed through Brian’s lips.

He was now surrounded by Alpha’s and Beta’s, all of them hungry. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to just be let go.

A paw pressed down on his chest, making him open his eyes and look at the wolf above him. He heard the voice in his head speak, ‘This is your fifth escape this month,’ Brian huffed in response. 

The wolf stepped off of Brian, and he stared at the other in confusion. The others watched in their own state of confusion. The larger wolf nodded. ‘Leave, omega. If you can survive… But if you return, you will be in the dungeon.’ Brian rolled on to his side, going to haul his body up. The larger wolf swiped, his claws dragging down Brian’s chest, ripping flesh. Brian howled in pain. ‘Leave!’

Brian did not waste his time. He hauled himself up, wincing from the pain. He pushed off from his back paws, whimpering when his back leg stung. He ran as fast as he could, trying to ignore the barks and howls behind him.

Run, run, run!

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Brian’s legs were aching at this point, his whole body in pain. He couldn’t transform back to his human form, he would most definitely die. He didn’t want to die. Not here, not like this. So he kept pushing, kept running. He ended up at a river. Sniffing the air, he could smell no other wolves. Just a few birds and smaller creatures. 

He drank from the river, enjoying the cold liquid as it slid down his dry throat. He drank until he felt content. After his drink, he caught a small, already injured rabbit, and ate that. He hated the taste rabbit left on his tongue, even if he was a wolf. 

Brian continued going. This time walking. His ears flat on his head, his tail dragging across the muddy forest floor. He whimpered. The cold night air hit his body, his cut on his belly. It had stopped bleeding, but even as he walked, it still stretched. 

As Brian kept walking, he found a large set of bushes. Sniffing around it, he could smell no other animals or anything. He lay underneath the leaves as best as he could. They gave him little warmth, but little was better than none. He hid his face in his paws and the exhaustion hit. He was soon asleep.