BECOMING GODS

She is tired, 

It has been seven days, seven whole days of running.

To where? You would ask, but the runner doesn't even know.

Stupid. 

Seven days ago was her eighteenth birthday, the day that was supposed to be the best day of her life, the day she has been looking forward to since she was five.

But here she is, in the middle of nowhere, clothes torn and dirtied, hair a mess, feet bare and battered, seven days after her birthday.

Honestly, she expected her mate to be reasonable and kind, not some stupid pushover.

Heaving and messed up, she decided to catch her breath, her feet hurt badly and her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. 

She stumbled and dropped to the floor to catch her breath, her head was hot, and her heart was pounding against her rib cage. 

Blindly running her hand around her neck, she grasped the pendant of the necklace her father had given her seven days ago, even without looking she knew it was beautiful.

The necklace glowed a bright yellow, warming its way into her heart, as if to comfort her for all the pain she was feeling, for some reason she felt the presence of her mother from the necklace.

The necklace glowed red in an instant sending distress signals and she knew something was wrong, behind her a leaf crunched. She immediately got to her feet and blindly faced the direction of the sound.

" Who's there," she said trying to sound less scared. What she got as a reply was a growl, not like any other animal growl she was used to.

" No" she whispered, she knew exactly what it was, and now she could hear them,

They are everywhere.

The imposter has come!

More leaves crunched, the snarls getting closer, and the hairs on her skin were at attention, she couldn't die now, she didn't want to die now.

She had been rejected and hurt, she felt like her whole life was a waste, her entire family had been killed, and she felt like giving up but something was telling her to keep moving, even after everything she didn't want to die now.

She lifted her possibly torn gown and felt around the thigh, there she found it,

She brought out her father's special dagger and got into a fighting position,

She was blind but she wasn't weak. 

Remembering all that her father taught her for situations like this, she decided to put it into practice, She was about to launch an attack when Something caught her attention or rather someone. She caught a whiff of pastry coming from his direction, he was approaching them and fast.

It seemed the imposter hadn't taken notice of him yet but she could smell and sense him, after all, he wasn't that light on his feet.

Why was he even in the forest with pastries, come to think of it he did always smell like pastries, that fool, she even smelled berries from him, she almost laughed at this. 

She was distracted trying to figure him out temporarily forgetting the impending danger.

One of the imposters launched at her taking advantage of her ignorance 

"Watch out" a deep baritone voice screamed in panic, she blinked her gray eyes subconsciously snapping out of her trance but it was too late. 

"NO!!"