Ziana’s POV
After I pack my bag I climb out of the window and sprint like I’m on fire. Which might be preferable to this.
I can’t have a mate, I don’t want one. I don’t deserve one. I can’t have one. The trouble I would bring to his pack. The hunting I have been doing would be over. Goddess, why would you mock me with this? Why do you hate me?
I avoid all of the warriors and make it to the pack border. I hear the footsteps and focus my hearing on them. They are far away and sound like a patrol run. I focus back in just in time to see a tree right in front of me. I smack my face on it, nose flattening at the impact, a zing makes its way through me and then I bounce off.
Before I fall, arms catch me. Nope, not a tree, just my damn so called mate.
“Why’d you run?” He asks, roughly. I
