Escape

CHAPTER 5

"Alpha King Mason Jekkings is the strongest Alpha in werewolf history. He has records of killing over 436 werewolves and 128 Alphas. And acquiring 95 packs to join to his own pack.

He has acquired 146 omegas as his slave and only 57 had survived.

He has acquired 146 omegas as his slave and only 57 had survived.

HE HAD ACQUIRED 146 OMEGAS AS HIS SLAVE AND ONLY 57 HAD SURVIVED."

That rang in my head as I stepped closer to home recalling the school newspaper I had read about him.

My feet was hesitant. I contemplated on turning around and running to nowhere, away from this hell hole called home. I would run until no one would speculate where I could be. I don't care if I turned a rogue, I don't care if I'd have to hide for the rest of my life. So far I don't see the sunlight of this pack every morning again. I don't have to face my reality as an omega everytime I wake up in the morning.

Maybe I should.

They'd probably stop probing for me when they are tired of searching. I would have been far gone by the time they realize I was gone.

But, what about Xavier? Would I want to leave him with these monsters? Would I even live happily if I knew that he was here getting all the assault and pain I was supposed to take?

Running away with him won't be easy either. Xavier hadn't transformed yet. He couldn't run either. As an omega, we weren't privileged to receive the training every werewolves was to receive in the pack so, it weakened us, making us fit for the omege title.

However, Tessa, Xavier's mother, and I had done our own training with the other omegas so, we were fit enough. But, Xavier was still young, way too young to be trained.

And even if I took him with me regardless, would he enjoy his new life as a rogue? Would it even be worse than his life as an omega? Would he prefer it here? What if he regrets leaving here?

All what all these questions did was eat me up. The realization that I would never get answers to them got me panicking. I was in a dilemma.

I sneaked into the house that night and when I confirmed Xavier had taken his dinner, tucked to sleep, I went into my room and forced myself to sleep.

I couldn't sleep a blink. Those questions came back, tormenting and torturing every bit of me. When I finally slept, it was two am, sharp and I only slept for three hours, waking up at five am.

I had to make breakfast for Xavier, and snuck out of the house before anyone saw me.

I was getting sold today.

That made me shiver in fear, I was trembling and my hand was shaking. I had to take the anxiety pills to calm myself down but it was all useless. I recited the mantra my mom had advised me to do whenever I was nervous like that. But it did nothing than made me panicking more.

When I successfully walked out of the pack's territory without anyone noticing, a breath of relief eased through me. I was getting sold today, weren't they supposed to come and get me very early or ask the wolf guards to watch me throughout the night so I wouldn't try to escape?

But, then, maybe the Moon Goddess was talking to me, asking me to run while I had the chance. So, I was going to take this as an opportunity for the Moon Goddess and speak to my feet.

I didn't know where I was going, I was just opting for the opposite direction of the school. I wasn't going to school today, hell no! It would be like walking right into their trap again. I wasn't that foolish.

My legs bounced onto the narrow, still road and excitement surged through me as I realized I had already passed two pack territories. Maybe I would stop on my forth territory to get a rest. The day was already introducing itself and sending the dark of the dawn to it hiding place. Xavier would have probably gotten up and had his breakfast.

My heart sank at the thought of him. I had decided that once I find a place to settle, I would go back in search of him but, my heart still ached. What if they found out too early that I had escaped and took out the anger on him? What if he ends up with more bruises than before? What if he breaks his leg this time and is unable to work? Who would treat him?

Winnifred, his caretaker had being showing little interest this days with Xavier. She doesn't come early again and cooks him dinner, late. She didn't even notice he had a broken ankle that day the attack happened. She wouldn't be the one to treat him.

I quickly pushed the thought aside and hoped for the best. Let's assume dad still has a pinch of sympathy in him, Hailey was about to punish Xavier on my behalf but he stopped it and ordered his guards to search deeper for me.

Let's hope.

What about Gilead? The sun is already up in the sky, so it was already time for my shift likely, or not?

With my brain calculation, I had walked for more than 8 hours, added to the occasional stopping in a place to rest or take a nap or hide from some hunters or some pack members in their territory or stopping in that tree and plucking out a number of fruits to eat or the antelope I caught and ate raw in my wolf form, 10 hours. So, it was probably working hours already.

Would she freak out if she realized I had definitely ran away? Would she tell on me? OMG, would she? She wouldn't right?

My deep thought was interrupted by a distance movement caught by my sensitive hearing. I tried ignoring it taking it as an antelope or beer or some animals but then, it came again making it clear that it was infact footsteps of two people.

When the footsteps drew closer, I quickly shifted in my human form stack naked, untied the blouse and jeans I had tied round my waist when I wanted to shift into my wolf form and quickly put them on, hiding behind the tree.

The owners of the footsteps didn't show up but, it got closer and closer then, it suddenly stopped. When I was sure I wasn't hearing them again, I came out of my hiding place and unleashed a relief sigh when I looked around me in the pack's territory and saw no sign of human. I began my journey out of the pack's territory, under the glittering sun and this time around, I didn't see or hear it coming, I just heard a loud thud at the nape of my neck then I was collapsing into strong arms.

When I looked up at the pair of eyes staring back at me as he steadied me on his arms before falling into unconsciousness, I could recognize them.

They were my father's guard.

The wolf guard.