Stick or Run

***Dottie POV ***

I ripped through the trees the dry leaves crunching under my feet as the werewolf Queen called out to me. I cursed myself for the stupidity of what I had done. I knew she would be at this event with the King but I had heard she had declined to stay in the pack house and that she would be travelling with a minimal gaurd. Desperate for the job as a server I had convinced myself I would avoid Danny if he was there and that no one else would spot me. This job had landed in my lap only the day before it was a cash payment and it paid really well. I had been struggling because Danny was searching for me and his damn influence ran deep into the shifter community. I needed to look after myself carefully and my grandmother whose health was ailing had slowed down our flight.

"Dottie." the Queen called again before she finally caught up to me. She tackled me to the ground and we both rolled across the woodland debris.

"Charlie." the King called his voice full of concern.

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