Destined to Run
I refuse to be a pawn.
My father sees me as nothing more than a thing to trade for more wealth and power, but I’d rather die than live the life arranged for me.
I need to escape, and when a half-dead shifter climbs through my window, I may just have the perfect excuse. If this stranger is found, he’ll be slaughtered, but hiding him would spell my doom.
I’m not like my father. I can’t let this man die simply for what he was born as. We need to run, get him back to his pride, and hope I can convince them to hide me.
From the moment I was born, I was destined to run. I just pray I’m fast enough to outrun my fate.
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