Chapter 37

I was running.

I was running for my life.

I was running for my freedom.

I was running for my very own nature.

I was running from the last person I’d thought I’d run from in my life.

I was running from my mate.

I was running from Zaliver.

I couldn’t hear him because of the pounding in my ears. The sound of my heart was like a hummingbird’s wings. The twigs and dead leaves echoed in the silent forest.

But I knew. I knew he was close by, and that made me push myself harder, my hair whipped around my face as I looked around for anything to gain leverage. I couldn’t run forever, and my body couldn’t handle it. But he could.

Because he wasn’t like me. He wasn’t like any of us. I felt tears of fear and panic stream down my face, and my muscles ached for a break, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. My vision blurred because of the tears making it hard to see my direction. My emotions were all over the place with confusion, disbelief, fear, betrayal, anger, and hatred. Yes, hatred for my own mate. He