Behind Enemy Lines | 2

Chapter Four

Again updating early today :)

I have a question; if I were to start a Teen Fiction/Romance series, would you guys read it? I've had this trilogy in my mind for a while now and I want to try it out. If you're curious, check out Just Add Love and Miss Monroe in my works :)

Fun fact; I had the strangest dream a few nights ago but it was literally the best idea for a book! A Werewolf/Thriller :D Scary but freaking epic! Might see that up in a few months ;)

Let me know what you think of this chapter!!

Libby xx
@LHBlake

Thalia heaved the bag of food and bedrolls onto her shoulders, walking towards the rising sun. The golden light charged up the Princess and she powered through the woods. Raven hobbled after her but was constantly leaning on the dew-coated trees around her. The tight burns around her ankles that were finally taking the chance to heal were throbbing at the physical activity she was doing. Walking around the morning forest was not something Raven was used to; not something she could remember. The red haired girl watched the Princess ahead of her, confident in her stride through the thick foliage on the mud soaked ground. Her brown hair swung as she scanned the forest around her; no doubt checking for her mate yet to return from his breakfast hunt. Motivated by her strength, Raven stood tall and tried to copy her Princess. But after a few steps she stumbled into another tree desperately out of breath. While Princess Thalia was placing one foot in front of the other, Raven was dragging her shaky legs with the little strength she had. Hearing the struggle, Thalia halted beside a thick oak and turned towards the weak girl.
“Raven, what can I do to make this journey easier for you?” She asked, worry filling her dark gaze. Raven rested against the oak, eyes shut as her legs trembled at usage. Her entire body was burning with ache; she needed some support. Gulping down oxygen quickly, Raven rushed out her words.
“C-Could you… lend me a stick?” She breathed heavily, grey eyes filled with both pain and shame. Raven could barely walk, and she was a werewolf. Born to be strong and defend, but could barely breathe after walking a mere one hundred metres.
Thalia’s gaze flickered between Raven’s cloud-like orbs before she nodded. Looking around the shrubbery at their feet, she spotted a fallen branch from the night before. The Princess grasped it, ripping off the twigs and leaves attached before handing it to Raven, who took it gingerly. Two frail shivering white hands clasped the branch in desperation to stay upright. Taking another minute to adjust her hold on the makeshift walking stick, Raven started to move forward again. It was only after a few more moments when Thalia snapped her head towards the right. Both female wolves searched the shrubbery, and smile came over the Princess’s face.
“Elijah?” She called, waving him out. Raven frowned slightly when Elijah came out carrying three rabbits in his hands. Quickly kissing his mate on the cheek, he shoved the rabbits in her bag, adding more weight to her back.
“Miss me?” He asked, grinning at his successful hunt. His grin faltered through when he saw the panting red-head leaning against a stick. “You don’t look too good Red, are you hungry?”
Raven frowned at the term, too exhausted to retaliate with her new name. Looking to her Princess for help, she received the message.
“Elijah…” Thalia said, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “Her name is not ‘Red’, it’s Raven.” Elijah’s face blanked briefly before a small smile came over his face.
“Good to meet you Raven; let’s get you back to camp, eh?” Elijah said, walking beside Thalia as they kept walking towards the next campsite destination.
Raven heaved the stick forward and hobbled after her superiors. They didn’t notice the amount of pain she was in; the throbbing of her ankles, her jabbed joints burning, her lungs screaming… Even her heart was pacing too fast for a werewolf. The experiments had…