The Run novel Chapter 6

"Somebody help me." A voice screams out to my left before I hear the grunts of a male claiming his target. I was repulsed and angered at how some one could just rape an innocent girl for his own gain. And with the power of the moon I knew that she would go into heat and he would ravish her body now that she was his.

With a rigid body, I turn away and keep walking, heading towards the river and praying that the girl's new mate was a kind one in the end.

Since the gun went off an hour ago sounds of sex and rape have been filling the entrance of the forest, the slow or the weak being targeted while those who already knew who they wanted willingly accepted their union with the male they had gotten close too.

I wasn't interested in this at all. My mind was set on helping the girls I could and hopefully I would meet up with Lady Silver.

What most people thought was that the colour of a werewolf's fur was random, that it would be shown with the first shift. But the truth was that our fur reflected our natural hair colour so I knew just by looking at her fur that Lady Silver was gifted with rare silver hair.

Normally werewolves were born with the generic shades of brown, blond, black, white and red hair but every now and then a silver or even a gold haired wolf -like myself- would be born. It made us silver's and gold's outcasts some times depending on what rank you were born to.

Too preoccupied by my thoughts I didn't notice the she wolfe stalking me until it was too late and I was face first in the hard dirt, her snarling muzzle by my ear.

"I'm not your enemy." I say quietly, relaxing my body and letting her angry body press down on my submissive one. I spoke the truth, I had no intention of hurting her nor do I want to claim her.

Time passed with her growling form still ontop of mine, he r posture relaxing with every minute until I felt her weight shift and she was no longer pinning me.

Carefully I move, hearing her growl again as I turn my head to look at her, holding my hands in surrender until I was sitting crossed legged in front of her snarling form, the hues of blonde fur filling my vision.

"I won't claim you, I'm not like the others." I say, sliding my bag off of my back and placing it in front of me, getting another menacing growl from her and the snap of her jaw a little to close for comfort.

"Relax, I'm just grabbing you a shirt." I say frustrated, quickly grabbing the long sleeve from my bag and throwing it into her face before she could clamp her sharp canines into my throat.

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