BELLA AND THE CURSED ALPHA

She runs without looking back, the branches of the trees tearing at her clothes, her skin laced with wounds. But her mind implores her not to stop. She must escape; she cannot allow them to capture her again. Darting through the forest, her bare feet are pained, bleeding from numerous injuries, yet she does not halt. Something within drives her onwards relentlessly.

Her life depends on her escape!

After racing through the dense undergrowth, she arrives at a clearing where a vast river flows. Without a moment's hesitation, she plunges into the water—it is her only route to freedom. Unversed in swimming, she clings desperately to a log that materialises in the tumultuous current. The voices of her pursuers echo in the distance; she propels herself with her feet, the current sweeping her along with formidable speed.

She has nearly lost her grip on the log several times. Water floods her mouth repeatedly; she fears she will not last much longer, but a voice inside her head insists she must not give up and persevere. Her body is frozen and begins to go numb as a strange current runs through her skin filling her with heat for moments. The current is violent and carries her away from her pursuers whom she can somehow hear perfectly even though she has left them far behind.

After a sharp fall down a huge waterfall, when she comes to the surface again, she feels how she stops, everything is very dark. As best she can, she manages to kick to steer the huge wood that has kept her floating until she sees how she approaches the shore.

It is raining torrentially, not even her hands can be seen. Her whole body does not feel it, it is numb from the cold, she tries with all her strength to stand up, but her numb and aching legs do not support her. She falls again after making several attempts at the insistence of the voice in her head that tells her that they cannot stop, they have to hide in the forest. However, it is so cold that the current that has run through her several times, filling her with warmth, has not returned, so she drops and curls up on the ground, crying inconsolably.

She is very frightened, she thinks she is going to freeze to death, the rain and snow do not stop, and she has no strength to continue. She doesn't know where she should go either, the dark night surrounds everything, only the noise of the falling waterfall and the wind blowing now reach her clouded senses. She is about to fall asleep when she begins to perceive wolf-like footsteps approaching fast, she tries to stand up, to move. We have to escape, we have to escape!

She hears the insistence of the voice in her head, but she falls back to the ground without strength and recovers her curled up form hugging her knees waiting to see what will happen.

He listens with his now fine-tuned hearing as it approaches running at high speed, he concentrates, it is only one. She tries to get up again to face it without success. A few footsteps stop next to her, she raises her head in terror. Four huge black furry paws are beside her. She looks up, unable to believe her eyes. A huge panting wolf with its red tongue out drooling, the huge fangs ready to bury themselves in her, looks at her closely with its red glaring eyes as if inspecting her.

Gil trembles with terror at the sight of it, thinks she is going to die and shrinks in on herself more, thinking of her beloved parents one last time, ready to feel the worst of pain. She is astonished, however, when the wolf, far from attacking, runs his tongue over her face, wiping away her tears and without further ado lies down beside her, wrapping his tail around her, giving off an incredible warmth. She does not move, the terror that seizes her does not allow her to do so.

But the wolf's warmth makes her regain her own warmth. When she sees that he is still there calmly, without doing anything, just warming her, she gets between his paws, and hugs him excited and happy. She doesn't know why the wolf is doing that, or who it could be, but it is very clear that he will not attack her and will defend her from those who are chasing them.

Her body is impregnated with its comforting warmth. She sinks her head into the chest of the wolf, who purrs happily. It seems familiar to her and to have been between her paws before, but that's impossible she thinks, it can't be, and with this thought wrapped in the warmth emitted by the giant black wolf, she falls asleep.