"Run!!!... run!!!" My father's scream rang out in my ear as mom clutched my hand and ran away.
I was limping and glancing back to Dad, who had stopped running with us and turned to fight back against the enemies who were chasing after us.
Hot tears filled my eyes and all over my cheeks, sweat covered my face, my heart was beating so fast and loud, my head banged so badly, I felt hungry, but all that wasn't what I was thinking of.
I only need to be alive. I have to run and save my life.
We are fleeing from the people who have wiped out all of the members of my pack; they have attacked us and killed everyone, leaving us as the only survivors.
"Mom, will Daddy die?" I asked, crying simultaneously.
Mom couldn't give me a reply, she only let out a shrill of pain. I could see her lips quivering as she tried hard not to burst into a cry.
She kept running, and my legs were getting weary and hurting badly, especially my foot, which was badly wounded.
I was becoming frail, and my legs were having difficulty carrying me, but Mom kept pulling me through.
"Aghhhhr!!" I screamed and dragged my hand from her grip, falling to the ground. My ankle had just been sprained, and my knees couldn't hold me anymore. I lay on the ground, thirsty and gasping for breath.
Mom paused and turned to me.
" Lena!" She cried out and tried dragging my hand, but I wriggled it off, wagging my head vigorously.
"I can't go on any longer!" I shrieked in tears.
"We aren't far from them. Here isn't hidden either. They will find us! " She sobbed, tears rolling continuously down her cheeks. There was intense sadness in those blue eyes of hers.
Her whole body was shaking as she staggered forward and tried to grip me up,
"Mom, I'll die if I move any further. I'm thirsty, I'm hungry, I'm sick, I'm exhausted, my legs are weak, I have a broken ankle! I can't go on anymore!!! " I whimpered, feeling the intense pain take over me, from my head to toe.
"Because you are the one they are looking for, Lena!! You know, they wiped out the whole pack just to get you killed. They won't relent until you are dead, and I can't allow you to die! " She burst out into a painful yell, the type that shredded my heart into pieces.
"Mom, what did I do to them? What is my crime?" I asked, breathing heavily.
She attempted to say something, but then we heard footsteps running towards us.
"They are nearby!" She screamed, and I sobbed, trying hard to stand up.
She dragged me up, and I cried more, in extreme pain. I'm just 16 years old. I can't bear all this!!
"Mom, why can't you shift to a wolf and take me away?" I whined, feeling the excruciating pains take over my whole body, making me limp.
"They took away my wolf. Look, Lena, you should be alive. No matter what happens, go away!!!" She screamed, and I raised my brow at her as she abruptly stopped running, just like my father had.
"Mom, why are you standing there? Let's go!" I arched my brow, but she shook her head and held my cheeks tenderly. She pecked my lips and smiled.
"Mom loves you, please be alive and run far away!!" I'll stop them!" She smiled, leaving me stunned.
"No. Mom, no!!... You can't stop them!" I whimpered, shaking my head.
"I will stop them and meet you. I'll come back," she sniffed, but I wagged my head, holding her hand.
"Dad couldn't stop them, and you can't either! Dad would be dead by now, and I can't lose both of you!" I sobbed, and the multiple footsteps of the killers got closer and louder.
"Go away!!!" She screamed and pushed me off her.
I fell heavily on my butt on the ground.
"Go away!" You can't die! You will be the one to avenge us. Don't die too, go away from here!!" She kept yelling, with those tears flooding down from her eyes.
I rose weakly and shivered as fear and sadness exuded from my heart. I moved my shaky legs backward, afraid of leaving my mother all alone.
"Run away, you little girl!" She cried out with the most painful tone I had ever heard. Her cry was like a stab to my heart. I needed to run and save my life since that was what she wanted. I couldn't disobey her.
Before bolting away, I let out a loud shrill of agony. I hoped and prayed my mother would defeat them and come back for me, even when it seemed impossible.