The Mating Run by Leeka

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So, here I am, watching Victor scratch his head in confusion, wondering out loud why his claiming bite didn’t work.

“Something’s not right.”

And honestly, I can’t help but laugh. It’s like watching a magician who messed up a trick, and now everyone is left wondering what went wrong. But in this case, the trick was supposed to be some mystical bond, and all I got was a painful reminder of my naivety.

He mutters something about it not working as expected, and Zeke, always the voice of reason, asks if Victor even bothered to read the pamphlet. I can’t contain my laughter at this point. The pamphlet, the one that probably no one reads until things go south.

Classic.

But then Zeke drops a bombshell. The trackers inside us aren’t just trackers- they’re pheromone inducers. And apparently, every single thing in the field was a pheromone inducer. I try to wrap my head around it.

I can’t decide whether to be relieved that there’s no mystical bond or irritated that Victor literally took a bite out of me. It’s absurd, and I find myself laughing again. Maybe it’s the sheer ridiculousness of the situation or the fact that life has a way of turning expectations into a chaotic mess.

Victor looks like he’s about to say something, but Zeke beats him to it.

“You’re a f**king idiot, that’s what you are.”

Zeke declares, and for a moment, I appreciate the simplicity of his words.

No sugarcoating, just a straightforward assessment of the situation.

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I look at Zeke, and we share a moment of understanding. The absurdity of it all hangs in the air like a punchline to an inside joke.

Victor finally speaks, his voice a mixture of frustration and confusion.

“But the claiming bite is supposed to create a bond!”

He protests, as if the universe owes him an explanation. I roll my eyes. The universe doesn’t owe anyone anything, especially not an explanation for failed magical bonds.

Zeke shakes his head, a bemused smile on his face.

“Did you even read the pamphlet?”

He asks, his tone a mix of exasperation and amusement. It’s a rhetorical question at this point. Who reads the pamphlet until everything falls apart?

Zeke explains the intricacies of Hunters and Hiders, and how Victor’s claim was nothing more than a physical act with no mystical repercussions. I feel a strange mix of relief and irritation.

at me, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration.

if the act of biting should have automatically triggered a cosmic connection. I can’t help but shake my head.

doesn’t hold back. “You bit a huge chunk of her flesh, Victor. That’s all you did. Congratulations,

laughter. It’s a laughter that comes from the depths of my being, a release of pent–up tension and absurdity. Victor’s face contorts with a mix of embarrassment

of laughter, realizing that in this

of liberation. Liberated from the expectations of cosmic bonds and magical connections. Liberated from the weight of Victor’s failed attempt at claiming. It’s like a weight lifted

I feel a bit woozy. Zeke tears a piece of his hoodie, and without a word,

pressing on it,” he says, his voice steady. “But not too

confusion etched on my face. Why?

persistent pain and the growing sense of faintness. But Zeke doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stands up, his expression hardened, and

jarring. Victor stumbles backward, his hand flying to his nose,

his voice low and menacing. “Lucky that

care of

in the air, a palpable threat that adds another layer of tension. to

a strange mix of gratitude

eyes softening as he sees my bewildered expression. “I’m

reassuring constant. I steal a glance at Victor, who’s still recovering from Zeke’s punches. He’s groaning in pain, crawling away from us. I don’t know where he’s going, and

care.

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momentarily, and I feel a twinge of vulnerability. But then he returns with a water

a momentary respite from the throbbing pain. Zeke watches me, his eyes a mix of concern and determination. “We need to get you out

into a fog of confusion. Zeke’s voice cuts through the haze, urgent

in the disorienting swirl of sensations. “Come on, I need

of Victor’s reckless actions. Zeke’s hand is on my shoulder, a steadying presence in the midst of chaos. I want to ask him what’s happening, why there are growls and sirens echoing in the distance, but

Alina,” Zeke’s voice is firm, a lifeline in the growing storm.

and the growls intensify. It’s a

Victor scoff, his voice a grating

f**k off

Focus on staying awake.” His words guide me through the disorientation. I try to nod, but it feels like a heavy effort. The sirens, the growls, Victor’s dismissive words–they all swirl around me, a chaotic dance that threatens

sounds in the distance. The world is

cling to Zeke’s voice, the anchor that keeps me from

and the sirens intensify. It’s like a symphony of chaos, each note playing a part in the disorienting melody that surrounds us. I want to ask Zeke what’s happening, why everything feels like it’s spiraling out of

to the metallic tang that hangs in the wind. And now, as I feel the warmth trickling down my neck, I can’t help but wonder

it in the tension of his shoulders, the way his eyes scan the surroundings like a hunter on high alert. We’re not alone. I know it.

drawn to the scent of blood like moths to a flame.