Chapter 3: Chapter Three.
The feeling of being lonely washed down hard on her once again, This was what reality was.
The fact that her mate rejected her, she was cursed. Her trembling hands began to do something that she would have long done before now.
She brought out a hiking bag, from the wardrobe, It already had tin foods she had been taking for a long time, she pushed in her only set of clothing and small valuables.
Soon she climbed out of the basement and set into the night.
The only memory in this room was With Trevor and the torture from the pack, she wasn't sure what she would miss about this place.
Lyra didn't know what lies behind the border of this pack, a lot of bloodlust wolves roamed the open and there was a slim chance she would survive the cold and harsh factors that nature throws.
After making her way across the wide stretch of woods, a few meters from where she stood was the border Perimeter.
"Hey, deserter!" Someone shouted, Lyra panicked and began to run towards the borderline, they were various wolves howling alerting their fellow patrol companions of someone leaving the pack borders illegally.
These guards are more merciless, and the penalty for Deserting was instant death especially if you are an Omega.
She crossed the borders and had a happy smile on her face, the wolves stop chasing her and growled at this little wolf.
"Come back kid, We'll promise not to kill you immediately.
" You won't survive the night out there on your own." Lyra turned and gave them a double middle finger.
"Ungrateful bitch." He snarled. Lyra turned around and made her way away from this torturous place and into the world, breathing the air of freedom.
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He looked up and then back to the place that emitted growls and struggles. It smelt like rouges, it seems like they want to tear each other. but there was another distinct smell to these rouges.
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After walking through the woods for days, Lyra's hope was running thin due to her supplies running out, so far there hasn't been a confrontation with a rogue wolf. she was even lucky to sight one before hiding.
She rubbed earthily soil on her body to mask her scent. she is neither swift nor strong but she was smart to let her surviving instincts guide her.
She couldn't hunt small animals for the fear of the fresh blood attracting unwanted attention.
She could only depend on berries and fruits that were within her reach.
This was the fifth day, of her being alongside nature. She knew very well she was sick but was not sure what was the cause but she kept pushing.
After a long walk, the woods here was very promising like she was near a border of another pack, Or maybe she might have entered without knowing.
Growling was heard not far from where she stood, the smell of rotten flesh and dried blood filled her nostrils.
This was the stench of death. Rouges.
She began to run to the opposite side of where these creatures were.
Her heartbeat has accelerated, fear has overcome her very being, and her will to survive was strong.
Four Rouges on a deserter.
One of them proceed to jump on her, it seems to be the fastest. It made a fast claim on the prey.
Lyra took a sharp turn and barely avoided the cannonball move the wolf pulled.
She took off the hiking bag, which seems to be slowing her down, and began to run. the other wolves ran towards her.
They were not fighting as a pack, instead, it was every rouge for himself, you kill the prey and if you are strong enough you keep it.
This was the first stage of the hunt.
Catch the prey.
Lyra maneuvers through trees and falling trunks, but they were hot on her heels before she could make another smart move to at least buy her time to think, she felt a sharp pain travel up her spine, she heard her flesh being torn by sharp claws of the nearest wolf.
She scream and lost her balance and rolled a few meters away and hit the bark of a tree.
Before she could recover, She felt more pain being inflicted on her, a wolf dug his teeth into her thigh and began to tug on it another clamped his teeth on her arm while she was being distracted by the wolf who assaulted her leg.
They are going to tear her apart, She screamed in pain, she used her free leg and smash the heel of her boots on the muzzle of the wolf who was going for a chunk of her thigh. this did the trick and he let go almost immediately, her other hand scratched the dirt, and her fingers found a rock she quickly used it to hit the wolf's muzzle repeatedly. he let go and whimpered. that was the weakest part of their body.
Her wounds were bigger than usual and blood was seeping out, the smell excited these wolves. they were ready to launch the final kill.
Lyra could see that this was the end, she couldn't fend off four bloodthirsty wolves and she can't flee.
This was the end...
The faster wolf was about to make the kill before he could snap his teeth, a spear embedded itself into his head making it die on the spot.
The rouge wolves were confused and fear was evident in their eyes. they turned and found a man not far from them.
His aura was strong and so was the confident look on his face.
"When will any of you learn." he said lazily,The rogues seem to sense a higher power and then pay attention to their present situation, but before they could run, another man with white curls and no shirt on jumped down from the nearest hill and attacked one of the wolves, slitting open his throat.
Lyra dare not close her eyes in this situation, the only explanation for this quick murder would be that the rouges entered the territory of a pack.
They would likely kill her after dealing with rouges.
Before you know it, all the rouges drop dead.
The man who appeared earlier approached her, his dark eyes looked at her with no remorse. the other guy with no shirt on who was stained with blood walked towards them.
"Why isn't she healing?"
"An Omega." he didn't say it with disgust but was less curious.
"All I smell from her is rouge stench." Lyra didn't have the strength to argue with these two men.
"Alert the border patrol about this and make them double-check every borderline before today ends."
"What about her?"
"Leave her to me."
" Whatever you say, Sonny."
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