The Mating Run by Leeka

In His Eyes: Vicious

Zeke’s POV

The forest is alive with the scent of Alina’s blood, a trail that cuts through the crisp air like a morbid melody. Panic clenches my chest, each inhale saturated with the metallic tang that heralds danger. Running through the dense foliage, I can feel the urgency building within me, threatening to engulf my every thought.

Navigating through the labyrinth of trees, I am constantly deceived by the playful shadows that seem to move and shift. With Alina’s life hanging in the balance, time seems to stretch on endlessly, each second dragging on with unbearable weight. My teeth clenched tightly, a wave of frustration surged through my veins, intensifying with each beat of my heart.

She shouldn’t be suffering, not like this.

I messed up big time by letting this happen.

As I barrel through the underbrush, a figure emerges from the shadows. As I walked, another Hunter suddenly appeared in front of me, obstructing my way. My desperate sprint is abruptly interrupted by his jarring presence, throwing me off course. I can feel the anger simmering beneath my skin, a fiery intensity that threatens to erupt.

“Don’t f**k with me.” Snarling, I can feel the tension in my muscles, rippling just beneath my skin. “I ain’t got the time for this shit.”

A smug smirk spreads across the Hunter’s face, intensifying my frustration. He points a spear in my direction, a crude weapon that mirrors the primitive hostility of our surroundings. Coming to a standstill, I can’t help but feel my fists clenching involuntarily. I don’t have a single moment to spare, especially when Alina’s life hangs in the balance.

“I know you,” The Hunter’s sneer deepens, his eyes narrowing with contempt, leaving no doubt about his disdain. “You’re the one who murders people for sport,

aren’t you?”

I shake my head, a mocking sound escaping my mouth. A low, seething voice escapes my lips, resonating through the forest like an echoing growl of frustration. Surveying the area, I frantically searched for an alternative route to avoid this pointless obstruction.

“Hey.” The Hunter repeats his words, his footsteps growing louder as he approaches, the tip of his spear pressing firmly against my chest. I stand my ground, not even wincing as he thrusts the spear lightly into my chest, the sharp point puncturing my flesh. “I asked you a question, for f**k’s sake. That’s you, ain’t it? The Alpha’s goddamn lapdog.”

The question gnaws at me like an incessant ticking sound. I’m so over this, I just want him to move aside and drop dead. Killing him is out of the question for me. The cameras are all on me, and he wasn’t exactly wrong either. I am limited to taking out targets solely at the Alpha’s discretion. It frustrates me, but other than that, I can’t simply end someone’s life without justification.

I can’t kill his son, even though I really, really want to.

I was given strict instructions to intimidate him enough that he would give up on the Mating Run.

And the bastard didn’t.

But the others don’t know that, do they? To them, I am nothing more than a merciless instrument of death. And maybe I am, maybe that’s the true essence of my being. Still, I couldn’t care less anymore.

Without knowing if Alina is safe or not, nothing else holds any significance.

But the Hunter remains obstinate, his spear a barrier between me and the desperate pursuit of Alina’s fading scent. The forest seems to close in around us, a claustrophobic space where the echoes of our conflict blend with the rustling leaves and ominous whispers of the trees.

confidence bolstered by my

here like you own the place? Not today. murderer. Today, you pay for

and a declaration, stoking

anger.

a silent warning. I grip the spear tightly, feeling the rough texture of the wood against my palm as I effortlessly snap it

to kill you if you get in my way. Move aside,

could cost me my life. The Alpha wasn’t someone you wanted to mess with. And this is another reason why

a

dumbass who knows jack

arrogance unwavering. With a swift motion, he lunges at me again, the weight of half the spear threatening to knock me off balance. Instinct kicks in, and I quickly sidestep, narrowly escaping the deadly

anger, electrifying my senses with a surge of adrenaline.

have any

“Die!”

step, the Hunter moves with calculated precision, his eyes locked on his target. As I flex my fingers, a desperate longing for the comfort of a weapon consumes me, yet the forest remains silent, offering no solace, no respite from this primal confrontation.

scent of blood, a haunting reminder of Alina’s plight, saturates the air. I can’t afford to be sidetracked by

movements

motion, I disarm the Hunter, the clang of the spear hitting the ground echoing through the air. I take advantage of the surprise in his widened eyes, seizing the moment of vulnerability. A powerful strike lands across his jaw, a testament to the frustration and anger that

his head

advantage of the opportunity. With each calculated strike, my fists unleash a torrent of controlled fury, a cathartic release of the

it’s sufficient to render him unconscious. Or at least, I hope it does, he’s still blinking, his eyelids fluttering as he battles against it, even though

too late… to

delivering one final, forceful punch. As he laughs, blood splatters from his mouth, and he quickly turns

collar, my eyes ablaze

me where the

is a twisted defiance that infuriates me. But he remains silent, an impenetrable barrier against the

shadows transforming into macabre figures that silently observed my desperate attempt to regain my sanity. I tighten my grip on him, feeling the surge of frustration urging me to unleash

4/7

this Eyes

lingers, a chilling reminder of the true enemy that

the forest as I unleash the Hunter. In a final act of desperation, I deliver a powerful punch, leaving him. unconscious and defeated. He

air, beckoning me closer.

steps fueled by an unrelenting determination to reach her. The Hunter’s taunts linger like a bitter aftertaste, but I push them aside. The forest seems to pulse with the urgency of my pursuit, the shadows converging as if guiding me towards the source of Alina’s suffering..

in tandem with my footsteps, the rhythm a desperate plea for her survival. The shadows seem to retreat, acknowledging the

foliage, a