The Mating Run by Leeka

Chapter 48

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My head hurts, throbbing like a drum beaten by invisible hands.

Darkness surrounds me, a heavy shroud that muffles the world. I try to open my eyes, but they feel glued shut. Slowly, I manage to pry them open, squinting against the harsh light. I see Zeke’s worried face hovering above me, lines of concern

etched on his forehead.

“Alina, can you hear me?” he asks, his voice a distant echo in my foggy mind.

I nod weakly, unable to find my voice. Everything feels fuzzy, like I’m floating in a dream. My body aches, and my limbs feel heavy, as if they’re made of lead. Zeke’s hand presses against my forehead, and I flinch at the cool touch.

“You’re burning up,” he mutters, more to himself than to me. “We need to keep moving.”

Moving? Where are we?

My memories are a jumble of disjointed images, like a broken movie reel playing in my mind. I remember Victor, his teeth sinking into my flesh. The pain was searing, intense, but now it’s just a dull ache, a distant memory.

Zeke helped me escape, but from what?

Where are we running to?

Zeke lifts me effortlessly, cradling me in his arms. The world tilts, and I close my eyes against the disorienting sensation. When I open them again, we’re in a

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different place a dimly lit room with a flickering lantern. Zeke eases me onto a makeshift bed, and I can feel the scratchy fabric beneath me.

“Drink this,” he says, holding a cup to my lips. I glance inside and see clear liquid. Water, maybe? I take a sip, the coolness soothing my parched throat. It’s a small victory, a step toward clarity.

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“Where are we?” I manage to mumble, my voice hoarse.

“Somewhere safe, for now,” Zeke replies, his eyes scanning the room as if expecting danger to burst through the walls. “You have a fever. I thought it wouldn’t get worse, but it did.”

“Oh…”

Zeke sighs, his jaw clenching.

place for

vulnerability. We walk, or rather, Zeke walks while I’m carried

mind.

in a cramped space that smells of musty wood. Zeke lays me down on a narrow cot, and I watch as he rummages through a bag. He pulls out a small vial and a syringe, and my heart quickens

ask, my

steady. “It’ll help with the infection from

Victor’s bite.”

fills the syringe with a clear liquid. He finds a vein and injects the medicine. I flinch, a

“Better?” he asks.

come from?” I ask, my voice

of unease crossing his face. Zeke changes the subject,

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hungry?” he asks, a forced cheerfulness in his tone. “I know you

but I’don’t

eat.” I admit, my stomach rumbling

reaches for a small pot beside him, and the aroma of porridge fills the air. I

a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I

raise an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued.

chuckles, a sound that carries

I have a

porridge into a bowl,

sources of our supplies. However, the warmth of the food in front of me is too inviting to resist. Zeke hands me the bowl, and I take a hesitant spoonful. The taste is surprisingly comforting, the simple flavors a

tease,

smirks. “I have my

is a balm to the gnawing hunger within me, a reminder that even in the midst of

charged with unspoken secrets, and I wonder if the darkness that haunts us goes beyond the immediate threats of

empty bowl aside, “There’s more to

eats more of his porridge.

Mating Run, I had simple dreams. Dreams of days spent with Ettie, the sun warming our faces as we laughed. Maybe even with Victor, his cocky grin and charming words filling the air. But now, everything is different. The

of something darker. I never expected that. We were supposed to navigate the challenges of the Mating Run together, support each other. But as the days passed, something changed in her. Maybe it was the pressure, the competition for survival. Or maybe it was always there,

to trepidation, but it’s there, a lingering

gnaws at me.

the start of this twisted journey, I never would have believed that he would betray me. His charm, his smooth words – they were a mask hiding the true nature of the predator within. I trusted him, foolishly believed that

moments when I let my guard down. It all seems like a cruel joke now. How could I have been so blind? How did I not see the danger lurking beneath the surface?

turn against me. In the beginning, he was a presence, a force that seemed untouchable. Now, he’s a threat, a reminder that even the ones who seem the least likely can

would turn out, would I have taken a different path? Would I

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