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ESCAPE
WILLOW'S POV
My heart is racing as I pack my bags, throwing clothes and supplies into my backpack with shaky hands. I can hear the sounds of my pack howling in the distance, and I know that I have to move quickly if I want to escape unnoticed.
My father, the alpha of Prime Pack, has committed too many atrocities for me to stay here any longer. He has killed innocent humans, tortured other shifters, and ruled with an iron fist. I can't take it anymore, it is either I escape or become caught in my father's destructiveness.
I take one last look around my room, trying to memorize every detail before I leave. I know that I'll never be able to come back here again.
I take a deep breath and sling my backpack over my shoulder. It's now or never. I open my window and climb out onto the roof, trying to be as quiet as possible.
But just as I'm about to jump down, I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around to see my best friend, Jake, standing there, his expression torn between concern and determination.
"I'm coming with you," he says firmly, holding out his own backpack.
I hesitate for a moment, knowing that he could get in serious trouble for leaving the pack without permission. But I also know that I can't do this alone.
"Okay," I say finally, taking his backpack and slinging it over my other shoulder.
Together, we make our way across the rooftops, jumping from building to building with the ease of years of practice. We can hear the pack howling in the distance, getting closer and closer.
We run faster, our hearts pounding in our chests as we race toward the edge of town. We can't stop now. We have to keep going.
Finally, we reach the forest, and we plunge into the thick underbrush, trying to put as much distance between the pack and us as possible. We keep running, our legs burning with exertion. My heart is pounding as I run through the forest, my backpack bouncing against my back. I can hear the sounds of my pack howling in the distance, but I know that I have to keep going. I can't let them catch me.
I glance over my shoulder and see Jack struggling to keep up. He's a good friend, but he's not as fast as I am. I slow down a bit, waiting for him to catch up.
"Come on, we have to keep going!" I shout, my voice is hoarse from the exertion.
But just as we round the bend in the trail, we come face to face with a group of my father's warriors. They're all armed with spears and daggers, and they're blocking our way.
I try to dodge past them, but one of them grabs me by the arm, pulling me to a stop. I struggle to break free, but I'm outnumbered and outmatched.
"Where do you think you're going?" one of them sneers, his eyes flashing with anger.
"I...I have to go," I stammer, trying to come up with a convincing excuse.
But they're not buying it. They know that I'm running away from my pack, and they're not about to let me go without a fight.
Suddenly, I hear a commotion behind me, and I turn to see Jack sprinting away, his backpack bouncing wildly as he disappears into the trees.
"Get him!" one of my warriors yells, and several of them take off after him.
I'm left alone, surrounded by my angry warriors. I know that I'm in trouble, but I refuse to go down without a fight.
I struggle against them, but there are too many of them. They overpower me, pinning me to the ground with their spears and daggers.
I close my eyes, bracing myself for the worst. But then, I hear a voice.
"Stop!" it says, firm and commanding.
I look up to see my father, the alpha of Prime Pack, striding towards us. He's flanked by several of his most trusted lieutenants, and they all look serious and stern.
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