The Mating Run by Leeka

Chapter 48

Thoughts

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.

in one place for long. We need to keep moving.”

and we’re outside, the night air cool against my skin. I cling to him, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and vulnerability. We walk, or rather, Zeke walks while I’m carried like a fragile doll. The world becomes a

mind.

space that smells of musty wood. Zeke lays me down on a narrow cot, and I

ask, my voice shaky.

steady. “It’ll help with the infection from

Victor’s bite.”

I hold my arm out hesitantly, watching as Zeke fills the syringe with a clear liquid. He finds a vein and injects the

“Better?” he asks.

the medicine come from?” I ask,

Zeke changes the subject, his eyes searching for a distraction.

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tone. “I know you are, I heard

I’don’t

could eat.” I admit, my stomach rumbling in

I glance at him in surprise. “Where did you get that in the middle of the forest?”

mischief in his eyes.

raise an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued.

a sound that carries a

have a knack for finding things.”

the porridge into a bowl, I can’t help but wonder

resist. Zeke hands me the bowl, and I take a hesitant spoonful. The taste is surprisingly comforting, the simple flavors

I tease, trying to

“I have

makeshift meal, the silence between us filled with the clinking of spoons against the bowl. The porridge is a balm to the gnawing hunger within me, a reminder that

that there’s more Zeke isn’t telling me. The air is charged with unspoken secrets, and I wonder if the darkness that

empty bowl aside,

Zeke eats more of his porridge.

At the beginning of the Mating Run, I had simple dreams. Dreams of days spent with Ettie, the sun warming our faces as we laughed. Maybe even with Victor,

once–close friend, now scares me. Her eyes, once filled with warmth, now hold a glint 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

ally, has become a threat. I don’t know when it happened, the shift from trust to trepidation, but

gnaws at me.

Oh, Victor. At 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 he might be an unexpected ally in this chaotic

mind like a broken record. Victor’s smile, his whispered promises, the moments when I let my guard down. It all seems like a cruel joke

be the one to turn against me. In the beginning, he was a presence, a force that seemed untouchable. Now, he’s

I had known how things would turn out, would I have taken a different path? Would I have avoided the Mating Run

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