Fateful Pursuit: A Soul Bound Tale

Three hours and thirty-two minutes had passed since I embarked on this relentless run. My head pulsed with discomfort, vision blurred, but the urgency to escape drove me forward. The pack that once defined my identity had transformed into a hellish trap. Going back would reduce my mother's aspirations for me to smoldering ruins.

Leaves crunched underfoot, and my muscles tightened with each stride. Initially, the pain was bearable, but as the initial surge of adrenaline faded, the ache intensified.

Upon crossing the boundary line, a tug in my chest signified the severing of ties to my pack. I fled from their menacing clutches, breaking free from the agony they had inflicted.

My wolf emitted a pained whimper, yet urged my legs to push harder, escaping my tormentors. Tears streamed down my face, the echo of the pursuing wolves fading into the distance. My newfound wolf was exhausted, unable to endure further.

I slowed my pace, catching the scent of deer nearby, my stomach loudly protesting for sustenance. As I prepared to hunt, a noise from my right made me pause.

A big brown wolf stood in front of me, looking strong and experienced with ugly battle scars. It was way too huge for me to fight it to the ground and I knew that my end would be near if not for some miracle.

My wolf growled loudly surprising me. Rogue. The word registered in my mind and before I had a chance to react, it pounced on me, snarling and biting.

Our wolves circled each other for a while, neither in a position to give up. Him for his pride and I for my survival.

Sometime during the meaningless circling, the ugly, vicious looking and immensely scarred wolf pounced once again, snapping it's powerful jaws.

I felt immense pain on my hind legs where I assumed that the rogue had torn out a chunk of my flesh.

My wolf snapped at my attacker, but I was still tired and worn out, so my snapping had no strength. I felt my consciousness slipping away slowly and the last thing I saw before I drifted off was the face of a greyish-blue eyed boy who calmly said, "Rogue."