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Runaway Alpha
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Running as if it was nothing, every leaves I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. But an Alpha running away in his own wedding... I fell silent for a moment. Only the sound of the midnight air can be heard. But if you focus and listen carefully, countless of steps can be heard hitting the ground. They are following me. And before the mad werewolf even have his chance to give me a heavy punch, the only thing that is left was my piece of goodbye. A leaf that serves as wish and farewell for the pack he left. A ritual that makes a wolven be treated as if they are never been part of their Wolfpack. As is they are never been born in the first place. 'Yah Vegi Yma Ellwafare' ( I give my farewell )

Chapter 1 Prologue

Running as if it was nothing, every leaves I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mates bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

Being so caught up in my own thoughts, I didn't notice a sharp tree trunk edge made a small cut in my feet. It is nothing serious but surely, a fur is left in that wood stick. With that, it will take them no time until they finally find me. This forest seems to be endless for I passed through many trees yet there are still more to go but you won't believe that every edges and corner of it is something I am confident of knowing about. Stopping just right before I hit a fence, a mist was created as dust scattered due to the impact I created when I landed.

I fell silent for a moment. Only the sound of the midnight air can be heard. But if you focus and listen carefully, countless of steps can be heard hitting the ground.

They are following me.

This is something that can't be heard by a mere human's ear. Even their figure as they run as fast as light can't be seen by a naked eye, not unless you are a vampire or... a werewolf just like me.

'This way, I can smell him going this way'

'Sniff, sniff, Yes, we are getting closer'

'The smell is getting stronger'

'I will kill him for the humiliation my sister had gone through!'

'Max, calm yourself. He may have his reason'

'Reason your ass, I will fucking shred him into pieces with my bare hands!!'

Their thoughts are clearly rushing to my brain. Indeed, it is one of the skills I acquired as soon as I get awakened. Although this is a thing they are not aware of. Wolves can communicate telepathically. Still, it have a limit in the place it covers but for me, the area is wider a two-folds, no, ten-folds? I bet it was hundred times more wider compared to the average area that an normal wolf can acquire. I sigh and close that skill. As expected, my head hurts after using it.

"Max, I already apologize to Lianna for what I did."

I use my other skill to communicate with them. I can sense that their pace slow down but it only last for a couple of seconds. So they still insist of following me huh.

Turning my self back to its original form, my deep dark black hair revealed itself. Thankfully, there are scattered clothes hiding under every tree bush.

They are getting nearer and nearer. I can sense it. Not completely locking the button of the pants I wear, something caught my attention.

I look at the fence in front of me. To be true, this part of the forest is a mystery to us. We just followed the rules, never pass through the forbidden wall or it brings chaos to the one who dared.

Is that even true? I bet it is just a fable to threaten small little cubs. Taking a deep sigh, I pick up a leaves. Creating a small wound cut in my finger, I use my teeth to drip some blood in the fresh leaves of 'erhelena'. The leaves of the sacred tree that can be found covering and creating this whole forest. I also cut a couple of hair strand and knot it in the leaves edge.

And before the mad werewolf even have his chance to give me a heavy punch, the only thing that is left was my piece of goodbye. A leaf that serves as wish and farewell for the pack he left. A ritual that makes a wolven be treated as if they are never been part of their Wolfpack. As is they are never been born in the first place.

'Yah Vegi Yma Ellwafare'

( I give my farewell )

I whispered soft enough for my homeland to hear. This may be the last time I will see this place for a long long journey awaits for me as I cross this forbidden wall. A path to the unknown world that are yet to discover.

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