The Mating Run by Leeka

In His Eyes: Normal

Zeke’s POV

From that point on, everything seemed to blend together in a fuzzy haze.

We were startled by the deafening roar of the helicopters as they swooped down from the sky, cutting through the air with precision. Watching them land on the forest floor, a rush of apprehension and hope flooded over me, their blades sending clouds of dust and debris swirling into the air.

With a twinkle in her eyes, Alina’s face lit up with joyous anticipation.

“They’re here,” Her voice escaped in an exclamation, a perfect blend of excitement and disbelief. When she turned to face me, I could feel the gentle touch of her fingers as they grazed mine. “We’re getting out, Zeke.”

I squeezed her hand tightly, feeling a surge of excitement rushing through me.

“Yeah.”

Despite the helicopters descending from the sky, an unsettling sensation persisted within the depths of my being.

Led by people dressed in black suits, we were boarded onto the ship, our weary forms trembling with both exhaustion and anticipation. Given his status as the Alpha’s son, Victor received special treatment, with everyone escorting him and treating him with deference befitting his position. The sight stirred up a bitter feeling inside me, but I forced myself to disregard it, concentrating instead on the tantalizing possibility of liberation that awaited us.

Upon boarding the awaiting helicopters and bidding farewell to the forest that had held us captive, a complex mixture of emotions engulfed me. The thunderous noise of the engines overpowered every other sound, enveloping my ears with an overwhelming symphony that appeared to silence, my thoughts.

As we stepped inside, we were immediately embraced by a feeling of warmth and comfort, creating a sharp contrast to the cold and darkness that had engulfed us during our time in the forest. We were provided with sustenance in the form of food and water, which were greatly appreciated by our parched throats after enduring days of deprivation.

I observed Ettie and Alina snuggling up to each other, their bodies closely intertwined to seek both warmth and consolation. Their breathing was slow and steady, the rhythmic rise and fall of their chests a soothing lullaby amidst the chaos and uncertainty that surrounded us. I settled back in my seat, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me like a tidal wave. The events of the past few days have. had a profound effect on me, both physically and emotionally, and I wholeheartedly embraced the opportunity for rest that the helicopter provided.

Outside, the scenery whizzed by in a blur of green and blue, the world rushing past in a dizzying whirlwind of motion and color. I observed silently as the scenery transformed before my eyes, with the recognizable features of the forest gradually receding into the distance as our altitude increased.

The lights of civilization, resembling twinkling stars in the night sky, were visible in the distance. However, despite my optimistic outlook for the future, a persistent sense of unease lingered in my thoughts. The path that lies ahead will be extensive and filled with peril, and the marks of our hardships will endure long after we have departed from the forest.

Startled awake, my heart thudded loudly in my chest as I struggled to adjust to the dimly lit helicopter cabin. The stiffness of my limbs was a stark reminder of the long and arduous journey we had undertaken, as my muscles protested when I shifted in my seat.

Before me stood a man in a black suit, his stern expression leaving no room for negotiation as he gestured for me to come along. As I stumbled to my feet, my head spun with weariness, and I reluctantly followed him out of the helicopter, squinting against the blinding sunlight.

The intense brightness of the sun was overwhelming, causing me to squint and wince as its harsh glare pierced through my eyelids. Shielding my face with my hand, I could feel the intense brightness of the light throbbing in my head, making it

comprehend my

–

sledgehammer to the chest we were back in Council Hall, the seat of the Alpha’s power and authority. The weight of our situation pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket as I

“Please, follow me.”

they were clinics. Entering the clinic, a wave of tension washed over me, twisting my gut like a restless serpent. The strong smell of disinfectant filled the room, mixing with the barely noticeable scent of unease that wafted through the air. My eyes frantically scanned the room, on

absence of cameras or paparazzi, allowing us some much–needed privacy. It was a relief, yet there was an underlying sense of

now,” The man in the suit explained,

with a medical professional assigned to each of us. Alina’s eyes met mine for a brief moment,

of my legs. Nervously, I balled my hands into fists, anticipating the doctor’s arrival.

serious look on her face, the nurse entered the room and began assessing the extent of my injuries. With practiced efficiency,

cuts that covered my body, her

with a mix of

should.”

you’d say that,” I replied, my words laced with a

lucky indeed. We’ll get you patched up in

weight of the past few days on my shoulders, my body aching and my energy depleted, as if every step I took was accompanied by a sharp reminder of the pain. Amidst the physical discomfort, there was an overwhelming feeling of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted

was done tending to my injuries, she took a step back to evaluate her handiwork.

all done,” Her smile was contagious as she spoke those words. “You should start feeling better

room, I was immediately struck by the anxious expressions on Alina and Ettie’s faces as they waited in the hallway. I could see the worry etched on their faces,

“Are you okay?”

asked, her

as I attempted to hide my true

her face reflecting a

was a close call.”

suit, I asked, my voice filled with

curiosity.

“Where’s Victor?”

be ignored, especially by one of the Alpha’s goons who brushed me off like an insignificant speck. Just as anger started to consume

forward.

laced with desperation, her tone on

his earpiece, preparing to speak. I strained to catch his words, but they came out as garbled whispers, making it impossible to decipher. As I waited for his response, a heavy blanket of dread settled over

“Follow me.”