The Mating Run by Leeka

Zeke’s POV

In His Eyes: Coward

Cowards can be easily spotted, as they tend to hide in the same place, cowering and avoiding any confrontation.

Victor Craft is an manipulative bastard who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, even if it meant causing harm to others. With his father being the Alpha, he’s well aware of the privileges that come with it, allowing him to escape consequences for the most part. The only source of tension between him and his father arises from his father’s aspiration for him to pursue the same path, a desire that Victor vehemently rejects.

The length of time I have known him surpasses his knowledge of my presence, and this is a reality that I despise. Having spent my whole life in the shadow of others, I knew that the people of Springcrest Pack could benefit from someone like me who excelled at bringing structure and organization. If only they could see Victor Craft’s true nature, they would realize he is not fit to be an Alpha.

Regardless of my abilities, an outsider leading them is met with skepticism and

lack of trust.

The forest towered above us, casting a shadow that felt ominous and foreboding. Its branches stretched out like twisted fingers, as if beckoning us towards an unknown fate. As I walked, the weight of the trees seemed to intensify, their immense presence making me feel small and insignificant.

Behind Alina and me, Ettie’s incessant complaints pierced through the silence like nails on a chalkboard, making my nerves tense up.

“We’re lost,” Filled with frustration, Ettie’s voice came out as a whine. “I told you

he didn’t know shit.”

Resisting the urge to snap back, I clenched my jaw tightly, the pressure building in my temples. Instead, I focused on putting one foot in front of the other,

the scent of damp earth and decaying bodies filling my nostrils as I trudged through the dense underbrush. Like a sharp knife, Alina’s voice pierced through the tension, leaving no room for doubt with its unwavering firmness.

“Stop complaining, Ettie,” Alina retorted, her voice laced with a hint of annoyance. Alina’s tired too, even though she may not admit it. We have been

walking for hours, and our weary footsteps echo through the quiet forest. “We need to trust Zeke.”

Glancing back at them over my shoulder, I locked eyes with Alina, her determined stare matching my own.

“Thanks,” I said gruffly, my voice laced with frustration. “We need to keep

moving.”

With a resolute expression, Alina nodded in agreement, her conviction evident. As I start to relax, thinking everything is fine and our journey can proceed peacefully, I’m startled by the sound of Alina clearing her throat. As I focus my sight ahead of us, I notice Alina quickening her pace to match step with me, her footsteps echoing in sync with mine. Trying my hardest to maintain composure, I turn to face her, suppressing the urge to let out a sigh.

her backpack against her back, her

a gentle touch of my finger to my lips, I motioned for them to stay

no room for argument. “Right now, we

danger. As we walked deeper into the forest, the trees seemed to tighten their grip, their twisted branches creating haunting shadows on the forest floor. Giving them a proper answer was my intention,

beginning to question my intuition as well, but I’ve always had a knack for reading people accurately,

a towering tree stood, its branches reaching up as if trying to touch the sky. Its silent vigilance. was palpable, as if its watchful gaze was constantly upon us, weighing us down. Silently, I unburdened

my ascent.

ears,

pause.

are you

me to disregard her question entirely. The sound of my heavy breathing filled the air as I started to climb, my muscles working hard to pull myself up into the branches above. Ignoring the pain, I pressed on, feeling the rough bark scrape against my skin as I climbed higher. With each step higher, the sounds of the world below grew fainter, replaced by

air, filled with sharp accusations. “You’re just

I balanced above the forest floor. But I remained steadfast in my determination. There was a mission that

climb, I finally reached the top of the tree, and the breathtaking view of the forest

I observed it from my elevated vantage point. The gentle breeze caused the trees

movement or sign of life. But there was nothing, just the stillness of the forest and the sound of leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. Frustration overwhelmed me, causing a heavy sigh to escape my

have just confessed to it. I can’t stand the fact that Ettie was right–it’s infuriating. Clicking my tongue in frustration, I pause for a moment to wipe the sweat from my forehead before mustering the courage to look down and prepare to

right when I was on the verge of giving up, I caught

interrupted by the sharp crack of a branch breaking, its sound resonating through the trees. Adrenaline surged through my veins, my heart pounding in my chest, as I desperately tried to pinpoint the origin of the sound. With heightened senses, I dedicated myself to listening intently, hoping to catch any hint of motion or activity. And then, it came into view, capturing my attention. In the distance, a sudden burst of movement caught her eye – a figure clumsily darting between the

alert, and my instincts were razor–sharp as I embarked on the hunt. With anticipation coursing through me, I pursued the elusive target, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I closed in, feeling the

grew, and I could feel my blood coursing through my veins, fueling my

His Eyes Coward

the oppressive solitude of the forest’s darkness. A frustrated growl escaped my lips, as my clenched fists trembled with anger. I muttered curses quietly under my breath. Nonetheless, I was determined and refused to be discouraged. A ferocious roar erupted from within me as I lunged forward, prope!ling myself through the towering trees,

was going down, of that I was certain, and nothing was going

my way.

I carefully navigated through them, and the distant cry of a bird added a touch of melody to the surroundings. In the midst of the jumble of noises, my heartbeat clamored for attention, its steady, forceful beat overpowering all

branch to branch. Victor Craft. He sees me first, his gaze fixating on me before I have a chance to see him. He lets out a string of curses, his eyes burning with anger as he glares at

is utter

forward, closing the distance between us in

hand clenched Victor’s collar, my fingers gripping the fabric tightly as I pushed him down onto the forest floor, feeling the branch beneath us. He fought against me, but my strength easily overwhelmed him, leaving him powerless beneath me. With a smirk, I leaned in close, my breath hot against his face

idea what I had to do to find you?” A low and menacing growl escaped from my throat, “All the risks I had to take, all the