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.

widens, his confidence bolstered by my lack

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

serve as both a challenge and a declaration, stoking the flames

anger.

spear tightly, feeling the rough texture of

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

a lie, especially given the cameras now fixated on me. The stakes were high, and a single mistake could cost

be a worthless

dumbass who knows jack shit.

the weight of half the spear threatening to knock me off balance. Instinct kicks

electrifying my senses with a

already said I don’t have any time for

“Die!”

need to wrap this up as soon as possible. With every passing moment, Alina slips further away. With each step, the Hunter moves with calculated precision, his eyes locked on his target. As I flex my fingers, a desperate

scent of blood, a haunting reminder of Alina’s plight, saturates the air. I can’t afford to be sidetracked by this petty skirmish, but the Hunter remains

lunges again, I dodge, my movements

spear hitting the ground echoing through the air. I take advantage of the surprise in his widened eyes, seizing

head spinning for a moment.

take advantage of the opportunity. With each calculated strike, my fists unleash

he’s still blinking, his eyelids fluttering as he battles against

too

nerve pops in my head, and I let out a feral growl, delivering one final, forceful punch. As he laughs, blood splatters from

grab him by the collar, my eyes ablaze with determination.

where the f** she

twisted defiance that infuriates me. But he remains silent, an impenetrable barrier against the desperate pleas that pour out of

regain my sanity. I tighten my grip on him, feeling the surge of frustration

4/7

Eyes Vicious

a chilling reminder of the true enemy

a final act of desperation, I deliver a powerful punch, leaving him. unconscious and defeated. He crumples to the ground, the weight of defeat evident. in

the air, beckoning me closer.

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

the labyrinth of trees. My heart pounds in tandem with my footsteps, the rhythm a desperate plea for her survival. The shadows seem to retreat, acknowledging the gravity of

through the dense foliage, a clearing emerges before