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.

expression a mix of confusion and

triggered a cosmic connection. I can’t help but shake my head.

huge chunk of her flesh, Victor. That’s all you did. Congratulations, you played yourself.”

that comes from the depths of my being, a release of pent–up tension and absurdity. Victor’s face

realizing that in this

from the weight of Victor’s failed attempt

Zeke tears a piece of his

his voice steady. “But not too hard.”

him, confusion etched on

faintness. But Zeke doesn’t answer immediately. Instead,

two swift punches to Victor’s face. The sounds of impact echo in the air, sharp and jarring. Victor stumbles backward, his hand flying to his nose, blood trickling between his fingers. I blink, trying to make sense of the scene unfolding before me. Zeke, the usually calm and

low and menacing. “Lucky that I

of

hang in the air, a palpable threat that adds another layer of tension. to the already charged atmosphere.

feel a strange mix of gratitude

he sees my bewildered expression. “I’m here, Alina. What do you need?”

I steal a glance at Victor, who’s still recovering from Zeke’s punches. He’s groaning in

care.

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water bottle, offering it to me. “Drink.” he instructs, and I obey, the cool liquid soothing my

his eyes a mix of concern and determination. “We need to get you out of here,” he

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

your eyes open.” he says, his words a lifeline in the disorienting swirl of sensations. “Come on, I need you to do this for me.”

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 my words get lost in the

is firm, a lifeline in the

the growls intensify. It’s

Victor scoff, his voice a grating interruption.

f**k off and leave me alone this time, you

mine. “Ignore him, Alina. 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

sounds in the distance.

fingers. But i cling to Zeke’s voice, the anchor that keeps me from sinking

that surrounds us. I want to ask Zeke what’s

that cuts through the air and travels far. I’ve heard about certain animals being attracted to it, drawn to the metallic tang that hangs in the wind. And now, as I feel the warmth trickling down

scan the surroundings like a hunter on high alert. We’re not alone. I know it. The

whispered tales of creatures lurking in the shadows, drawn to the scent of blood like moths to a flame. In those stories, the protagonist is warned not to bleed, not to become prey to the unseen dangers that roam the