Control (Dark Romance)

Chapter 45

DOUBLE UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

WHAT?!?!?!? WHAT?!?!?!? I SAID A MOTHERFUCKING DOUBLE UPDATE!!!!

BAP! BAP! BAP!!!!!!!!!

I SPOIL YALL MOTHERFUCKERS! I MIGHT HURT YOU, BUT I ALSO SPOIL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ANYWAYS, ENJOY MY CHILDREN AND PLEASE PLEASE COMMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!

-------------------------

Hagen's P.O.V

I leave the pack behind me as I tear through the lands with Zyair at the forefront, pushing us faster in pure desperation to be close to our mate again.

It's a blind sort of hunger that replaces every other kind, making it almost easy to run faster than I ever have before.

Alpha's child or not, I'd gone through the same training that everyone in the pack was required to at some point. The one that ensured that we maintained our innate ability to run days on end should the situation ever call for it.

This one did. By Dad's calculations, the vampire leader's castle was a six-day journey if I was fast enough, which I had every intention of being. He'd never done it, considering that magic had always been close by to cut it short, but I didn't have that option.

Damon had been right. The witches in our pack weren't going to help. They'd avoided even looking at me when I'd been leaving the pack, so it was on me to make it to this mythical castle and make it inside. And I would. Somehow.

Behind me, I hear the pounding steps of my family sticking close but I ignore them. There was no reality where they were letting me go this alone, so I hadn't wasted any time trying to stop them, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to lose them on the way.

I wasn't stupid. I knew I was heading into a death trap, a situation far beyond my capabilities and that I needed all the help I could get, but they'd only slow me down once I actually got there. I needed to convince whatever force was waiting for me to let in a single werewolf, not four or five or however many had followed me out here.

But those were things to worry about later. For now, I just had to get there.

Canines clenched, I push myself forward alongside Zyair so we're both running, moving almost too fast for our legs, but we do it with eyes glued only on what lay straight ahead— Nikola.

—————————————————

Nikola hated running, with a visceral passion, but he did it routinely anyway.

When I'd asked him why he did it then, he'd said that as a hybrid, there were certain things he had to do to make sure he balanced both sides of himself, as well as his psyche. Running and meditation— that's how he kept the balance.

I'd joined him for a few runs, by his demand, because as a werewolf, I apparently needed to nurture the former far more than he did.

Nikola had always ran ahead of me on those runs that were strictly for exercise. His wolf was large, like a warrior's, covered in perfectly kept grey fur with a matching pair of sharp grey eyes that glanced back every other minute to check on me.

I picture that wolf now as the world changes around me. As I run through dense woodlands, open acres and hard rocky lands, under the blazing sun and the chill of the night, I picture him ahead of me.

It's so clear that at some points, I believe he is actually there and then I end up running even faster in a belated effort to catch him. I never do, but I get a little closer each time.