The Gift chronicles

Chapter 23

Book 1 Chapter 23

I laid down for two hours, waiting for the ceremony to start so I could begin escaping. An hour ago, I

heard the last guard leave and the prison was completely empty, not a soul in the building.

I was surprised he really let all of the guards off duty for the night. The Blood Moon must really be

important to this pack. I realized I didn't know much about their history, I just knew that Blood Lake was

extremely old—fashioned and connected to the Moon Goddess through following old traditions. The

Red Crescent pack, my former pack, was much more modernized and although had certain traditions,

we did not take them as seriously as Blood Lake.

I got off of the hard ground and readjusted my cloak and pulled my mask on. I summoned a saw, and

was pleased that I was able to, despite the fact that I felt weakened by the Wolfsbane.

I sawed the chains as close to my ankles as I could, but knew I wouldn't be able to get the shackles

completely off. They were too close to my ankles to saw, and I didn't want to risk having to escape

without my feet.

After my legs were freed, I moved to the cell bars and began sawing. This proved to be a more difficult

task than I foresaw, and I had to saw for about thirty minutes before there was a hole big enough for

me to climb through.

After I exited my cell, I cautiously walked through the prison, waiting for a guard to appear. To my

surprise, Alpha Cain really had let everyone go to the Blood Moon ceremony. It really must be a bigger

deal than I thought, and it made my interest pique further.

I opened the prison door and was greeted with harsh winds. I looked up at the cloudy sky for the first

time in a month, breathing in the fresh air deeply. I relished in the feeling of my bare feet against the

soft grass. I wasn't given shoes while I was imprisoned, only clean clothes once a day, the same pair of

black leggings and a black t—shirt.

I looked around wildly, waiting for someone to jump out, but I couldn't sense people anywhere near my

vicinity. Far in the distance, I heard drums beating loudly, and I assumed that's where the celebration

was occurring.

I ran in the opposite directions of the sound, despite the fact that the music was calling directly to my

wolf, urging her to come towards the sound.

I continued running in the forrest for hours, elated that I had escaped. I had a feeling that Alpha Cain

wouldn't find me so quickly like he had the other times.

My feeling was confirmed when it began pouring rain. The rain meant he wouldn't be able to track my

scent.

Laughing wildly, feeling free for the first time, I opened my arms up to the sky, thanking the Blood Moon

for its occurrence

I let the rain wash away the dirt and dried blood that had accumulated over a month, and I felt

happiness for the first time in years.

I kept moving through the woods until I came across a cave, which I took shelter in.

I summoned 5 wooden stakes and rubbed them together to create fire, since the twigs outside were too

wear from the rain to be lit aflame.

I took off my clothes and let them dry by the fire, and I fell asleep, utterly peaceful.

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When I woke up in the morning, the fire was now in ashes, and my clothes were dried. I got dressed

and headed out of the cave. The sky was still stormy, but it didn't smell like it would be raining anytime

soon.

I continued to move deeper in the forrest. My best chance at eluding the Alpha would be to either stay

on the run forever as a Rogue or seek refuge in a foreign pack. I could prove myself useful as a pack

warrior, and they likely would let me join their pack as long as I would fight for them.

I couldn't go back to Red Crescent, seeing how easily Alpha Wilson let Alpha Idiot take me the last

time. Plus, it would be the first place he would check for me.

The only problem was, I had no idea where I was. I knew I was headed South, but I didn't know which

pack that was towards. I suddenly wished I had paid more attention to the pack territories and

geography.

I continued walking, ignoring my wolf inwardly howling at me to go back to my mate. This mate bond

was being incredibly vexing. I could feel Alpha Cain prodding at my mind, trying to communicate with

me to no avail.

I smiled, knowing he must be freaking out at my disappearance. Even when he was trying not to

underestimate me, he still had. Alphas are idiots.

As if the Moon Goddess herself had heard me, a twig snapped to my right.

I summoned a dagger and looked to the source of the noise.

A tall, muscular man with brown hair and no shirt stood, his eyebrows raised. He was tan and tall, but

not more than Alpha Cain. He stood in a manner that commanded respect and attention, but he stood

alone. He looked unafraid, almost bored, even. I threw the dagger at him without hesitation.

He sidestepped it as if it were a minor irritant, and looked at me in amusement.

"Hello, Reaper." He spoke, although he made no attempt to attack me. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I summed two knives, throwing both of them in his direction, but he easily evaded both without getting

nicked once.

"You're going to need a better weapon than knives if you want to kill an Alpha, darling." He had a

wicked glint in his eye, but showed no signs of fear, and why would he? He was an Alpha.

Knowing I would rather die than be taken prisoner by another Alpha, and he would certainly imprison

me for attacking him, I shrugged, and took his suggestion.

I summoned a three—ball Medieval flail, and swung it wildly as a warning.

The Alpha smiled in amusement, and I was wondering what made him so cocky. I ran at him, and

wound my arm back, ready to swing the flail at him and crack his head open.

He ducked from the flail, and punched my kidney hard. Good thing you only need one of those,

because I had a feeling that one was down for the count.

I dropped the flail, deciding that it was weighing me down and I should just do hand to hand combat.

I punched him across the jaw, hearing it snap. I then kicked him in the femur and went to punch his

ribs, but he caught my hand. He broke all of the bones in my hand until it was just a flesh bag of bones

and blood.

I kicked up at his jaw again, making him release my hand. I leaped backwards and summoned a sword

in the hand that still had some structure to it, and not the structure of a bag of jello.

"I'm bored of this." He said apathetically, jerking his jaw back in place and rolling his eyes.