The Mating Run by Leeka

In His Eyes: Karma

Zeke’s POV

My heart raced as I followed the sound, the pounding echoing in my ears.

As the trees part, a small clearing is revealed, and in its center stands a figure, concealed in darkness.

“Alina!”

I gasp, feeling a rush of relief wash over me like a tidal wave. I rush towards her, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins with each clumsy step. There is a distant look in her eyes as she stands there, lost in her own thoughts. My hands shook uncontrollably as they made contact with her face, desperately searching for any evidence of bruising. Luckily, there’s none.

“Alina, are you okay? What happened?”

She keeps quiet, her focus unwavering as she looks past me. I can’t help but notice the feverish heat that engulfs her skin as I run my fingers over it, sending shivers down my spine.

“Alina, talk to me.” I pleaded, my voice trembling with desperation. Her lips part, but no sound emerges from her mouth. A heavy silence fills the space between us, making it unbearable. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

I wrap my arms around her, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.

“It’s okay, Alina. I’m here. You’re safe.”

The memory of losing her resurfaces in my mind, the raw fear flooding back. I press my lips to her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin and the softness of her hair against my face.

“I thought I lost you again,” I admit, my voice breaking. “I can’t bear it, Alina. I

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can’t lose you. Why don’t we go back to the cabin? You have to rest to let the fever subside.”

Her eyes flicker with a glimmer of recognition, giving me a surge of hope. Without saying a word, her body eases into mine, offering a sense of solace that I desperately grasp onto. I feel her head resting gently on my shoulder, and with that simple touch, my panic begins to dissipate. Her scent reminds me of home, and it’s where I long to be.

“…-Ke-”

Just as quickly as the calmness spreads through me, I hear her voice, soft and melodic.

I stiffen, feeling a wave of relief wash over me as my lips twitch into a smile.

“Alina?”

“…get…away from…me-”

Suddenly, a searing pain shot through my stomach, blinding me momentarily.

I stumble back, the pain causing a sharp groan to escape my lips.

confusion descend upon my mind, causing my

skin. Waves of panic surge through me, overpowering my senses and threatening to drown out reason. Glancing at Alina, I could feel the warmth of my

what did

her, her piercing gaze fixed upon me, her claws stained crimson with my blood. A vacant look settled

His Eyes:

face betraying the desperation I can’t hide. She lifts her hands, and her sharp claws are aimed directly at me. She stares at them as if they belong to someone else. Apart from the flicker of profound sadness

ominously, a stark contrast to the gentleness they once held. I raise one of my hands, palms out, feeling the sweat trickle down my

as she unexpectedly swipes at me with a fierce intensity. Her claws graze my cheeks, causing a

call out, the desperation in my voice escalating. “Snap out of

undiminished. Her claws flash, and in a split second, I duck, narrowly escaping the attack, the rush of air grazing my face. I

if it’s in self–defense, I can’t bring myself

hoarse. “What did they do

of recognition dances in their eyes, before disappearing without

heart thumping loudly in my ears.

than this! Fucking fight

vacant and distant, a mere shell of

once

It breaks my heart to see her like this.

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a battlefield, where reason has no role to play. There’s no more room to evade her,

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as she charges forward. Anguish and helplessness collide, causing me to stagger backwards as my

determination, I push myself up, my muscles straining as I strive to reach her and break through the suffocating

darkness.

“Alina!”

my voice pierces through the stillness of the air. Our eyes meet, and in that fleeting moment, I see a spark of

narrowly escaping her grasp. With a swift motion, I grab her wrist,

out of it, Alina!”

me of the Alina I love. In her eyes, the turmoil within is evident, a silent war being waged. I cling to the hope that she’ll break free, that the woman I adore will emerge from the shadows with a newfound strength and resilience. But the vacant look returns, and the weight of disappointment

the weight of the situation bearing

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it control you. Remember who you are. Remember us. Remember

getting a response from her, she twists forcefully in my hold and slashes her sharp claws in my direction. I stumbled backward, taken aback by the unexpectedness of her attack and I let her go. Waves of intense pain shoot through my shoulder, leaving me gasping for

“Fuck!”

clutch both the gaping wound in my stomach and my shoulder. As blood continues to pour from my wounds, my vision becomes increasingly blurred. I am left with no other option but to

there’s no way I can

my ears, a clear indication of her determined pursuit. My chest tightens as panic takes hold. I can’t keep running from her indefinitely,

navigate through the dense foliage, the branches scrape against my face, leaving behind stinging pain. I steal a glance over my shoulder, my eyes

kill me, she’s never looked more beautiful.