C8 Chased By Rogues

Iris pov

"Where is she?!"

My heart almost jumped up to my throat as in to another leap ducking into a nearby bush, my knees buckled against the impact and I planted my come over my lips to cushion the scream that came out of my mouth as I heard they're approaching footsteps.

"We have to find her…keep looking!" One of their crooked voices ran out the information vibrating through my eardrums.

With my palm still firmly planted over my mouth, I asked myself how I ended up in this situation.

After getting Shantel's warning, any miniature desire that I had to stay in the pack was immediately burnt into ashes, and the little that I owned in the world, I wrapped up in a small box. When I was done packing, I looked at everything with a pathetic sigh, escaping my lips.

it was unbelievably sad that everything I owned at this age could easily be stuffed into a tiny box like that and not only that even if I decided to sell every single item that I owned considering that I was able to swindle somebody enough that they found them worth purchasing I wouldn't be able to get past a week before I was eating from trash cans.

Helpless I swung the box off my bed and left, before the house was completely out of my sight I took one last look at it lingering my eyes for a moment then I decide, I reminded myself that I couldn't waste any more time, evening had already fallen and the moon was already making its journey across the sky.

There wasn't time to spare.

So without any idea where I was heading to or how I was going to survive enough to feed the mouth that was going to join me, I took one step in front of another battling to hold back the tears that threatened to burst out of my eyes.

There wasn't any point of crying anymore there had never ever been.

I had allowed myself to be seduced by a man who couldn't care any less about me, and now I was facing the repercussions for it while he was going to be happily married to his mate.

Making my way through the darkness that surrounded the woods as I thought about this made me incredibly bitter.

I had not been able to go to far beyond the park territory before my stomach started growling loud enough to wake the dead, my heart dropped and my face was flooded with embarrassment even though I wasn't supposed to be embarrassed over something that I had no control over besides I had done even more foolish things.

A little bit of fortune began to shine on me when I found a berry Bush and upon further investigation I was able to detect that it was edible but before I bit into it I wondered if it was good for me to be taking berries while I was pregnant?

Now I held the bright blue fruit inches away from my lips as this contemplation came to me, and then in a couple of seconds, I had already scoffed it away.

Even if it was unedible for a baby, it was far better than starving my child and myself. When we were better settled, I would be eating things most suitable for my condition.

"This is really pathetic…"

I said to myself as I desperately gathered the berrys, how was I going to take care of another living creature like this?

Maybe I should have really tried that abortion again…

Immediately that stuff came to my head, I shook it away. I was already drowning in guilt from my first attempt not to mention that even if I get out of the courage to do something like that again I didn't have anybody that will do it for free since I was basically penniless.

The woods have been quiet as I was picking the berries, but just as I was getting to the last ones, I felt this crawling feeling that ran up my spine, and immediately I looked back.

I saw nothing but the path that I had I just walked past and yet the crawling feeling didn't go away in fact it got even more intense it was so bad that I didn't even bother with the rest of the berries and just wrapped up the ones that I had already gotten, making my way deeper into the woods away from the territory of the only home I have ever known.

with every step that I took I could feel my heartbeat beginning to escalate I swung the box I held casually pretending that I wasn't bothered but the feeling became so intense that it was basically weighing on me as though somebody had simultaneously drop the several breaks on my shoulders

"It's just your imagination…"

That's what I told myself, after all it was dark and I was all alone save for the baby, of course my mind will begin to play silly tricks on me.

Soon enough, I realized that my mind wasn't playing any tricks on me at all.

Somebody was following me.

They would have succeeded in getting to me crawling from the corners of the bushes and moving with the lightness of a mouse before they were right behind my back and I wouldn't be able to kick them off but the mistake that one of them made was stepping on an extremely dry branch.

Now, since I was already feeling extremely alert, I turned around, in that very instant and locked eyes with another pair that was gazing at me with a hungry look. At that moment, I asked no more questions, and I started running as if my life depended on it.

Mostly because it did.

If only I wasn't human and I had a wolf, I would have transformed, and then I would have been able to outrun them.

But because it was my own bad luck for being basically crippled as a werewolf, I wasn't able to do that at all.

So I had to run on my feet until the footwear I had on me gave up.

Not having a single moment to waste or spare, I quickly ripped off what was left of the leather from my feet, leaving some of the imprint there because of the impact of its removal.

Normally, it would have hurt a lot, but the pain was numbed by the intense fear I had of those that pursued me as though they had an earlier grudge with me, but I knew what they were.

Rogues.

Filthy werewolves that were a bane to the society that had no pack that they could possibly call their own and as a result of that the chose to plague others within lands like this that had no pack claiming them.

I couldn't imagine the sick twisted things that they would do to me if they caught me, and I wasn't going to slow down to give them the chance to do any of that.

With my heart lodged in my throat, I continued to run thinking of the baby that was growing inside of me, thinking of the life that I had not yet lived as anything or anybody.

This was all the passion that I needed to propel me forward with every step even as the blood that was pumping through my heart was burning in my veins, my eyes were becoming dry, my bones were threatening to buckle up and break.

I ignored all of this and just kept running.

That was how I found myself hiding in this bush, I tried to get up, but after two attempts, I was not able to deny that my left leg had been brutally dislocated.

Since I was in a bush struggling for so long they have been able to catch up to me about seven or so wolves, and all of them were males the smell that they gave off almost made my nose shrink into my face and the sight of their fur through the wall of leaves that surrounded me in the shrubbery was also just as unappealing to the eyes.

I thought that I was going to throw up but I held everything back in with my fingers wrapped around my mouth, the only hope I have now is that they will give up on finding me or you just move in a totally different direction.

Then my fingers began to frantically look for my box, and it was nowhere in sight. That was when I realized that I must have probably dropped it in my hasty run.

This was confirmed when another male wolf joined the rest swinging my box in his hand, he threw it on the ground and then stepped on it until the lock gave way and he opened it up the rest of them began to shift into their human forms and as he looked at the few possessions I d in the world all of them scoffed.

"Seriously? No wonder that dumb b**** dropped it. Everything here is basically worthless!"

And as he was speaking he threw everything out as they began to malhandle everything, all of my belongings, when they were finally done nothing looked like what it had been before and I just remained in that bush watching all of it.

Finally, they were done, and they left.

I dragged myself out of the bush since I could no longer get up on my feet and I continued to do so until I was now in front of my box that had not been able to survive the wreckage in fact it had been the first to be impacted by their brutality. I tried to scour through what was left. Maybe I would find something that I can take with me even if I have to carry it in my hands and crawl.

But nothing was salvageable.

Nothing at all. The tears that I had held all the way from my pack finally began to flow generously.

Why was I suffering like this? I just wanted a new life for my baby and I, in a place where we were not threatened and I had not even been able to get away for more than 2 hours before everything started going downhill again.

They used to say that there was a silver lining to everything, but I was here to find one in this entire situation. The little that I owned and took all my properties had been destroyed by those sandwiches, and I couldn't even pick myself up and keep on walking.

eventually, if I was not able to do so, that ruthless group of Rogues would find a way or another one would.

The helplessness of my entire situation made me feel incredibly bitter. But then, after a while, my heart became numb, and I could feel nothing at all. Just then, I started hearing fresh footsteps. My first instinct would have been to run.

And it was, but unfortunately one of my legs was dislocated and even thinking of getting up sent a wave of pain across my entire body but then I thought about the baby in my womb even if I didn't deserve a chance this unborn child certainly did.

So I started crawling, not the most effective way to escape , but it was better than just lying down on my back and waiting for the inevitable. At least to that very moment, I will know that I did my best even if it wasn't enough.

The impact of the dislocation was so bad that just crawling like that, putting too much pressure on my left leg still left me crying but it didn't stop me, especially as the footsteps were getting louder.

"I told you I smelt her around! That little b*tch!"

A bitter smile covered my face, and I lost consciousness.