Chapter 5 Flight

Three days until the marking ceremony.

Lia woke to voices outside her cabin. Not Mark's careful footsteps. Not Derek's heavy tread. Multiple voices. Unfamiliar. Elders.

She pressed herself to the wall, barely breathing.

"-confirmation from the council. The ceremony moves forward regardless of his... condition."

"And if he loses control during the marking itself?"

"Then we ensure the bond completes first. Once it's sealed, she's bound. Compliant. Whether he survives the process or not is... secondary."

Secondary.

Derek was secondary. His life, his struggle, all of it-just collateral in their plan to chain her.

The voices faded. Lia remained frozen against the wall, heart hammering.

Three days. They'd said three days. But those voices had carried an urgency that suggested they might not even wait that long. "Moves forward regardless" could mean tomorrow. Tonight.

She had to run. Now.

---

Elric's hut squatted at the territory's far edge, half-hidden by overgrown brush. Lia found him grinding herbs in the dim interior, his milky eyes tracking her movement with unsettling accuracy.

"The half-blood," he rasped. "Come to ask what you should've asked years ago."

Lia's throat tightened. "My father. You knew him."

"Knew him. Watched him die." Elric's hands never stopped working. "Couldn't save him. Maybe can't save you either, but I'll try."

"How did he die?"

"Ran. Just like you're planning to." Elric finally looked up. "Tried three times. They caught him every time. Fourth time... he was too weak to run anymore. So they just took what they needed until there was nothing left."

Lia's vision blurred. "But how did they keep finding him?"

"Your father was smart. Careful. Knew every trick." Elric's hands stilled. "Didn't matter. Every time he used his gift-every time that power woke inside him-they found him. Like he was ringing a bell only predators could hear."

Ice flooded Lia's veins. Yesterday's healing. The way wolves had looked at her after. Mark's cryptic warning.

"So I can't use it. Can't heal. Not if I want to escape."

"Even if you don't, girl, the power's awake now. It'll call anyway. Quieter, maybe. But still there." Elric shuffled to a shelf, pulling down a worn pouch. "Your father was making this when they caught him. Never got to test it."

He pressed the pouch into her hands. Warm. Smelling of bitter earth and something acrid.

"Shadow moss. Bone ash. Bitter root. Won't stop the calling completely. Nothing can. But it'll muffle it. Make you harder to track."

"How much time?"

"A day. Maybe two." His clouded eyes glistened. "After that, you'd better be far enough away that it doesn't matter."

Lia clutched the pouch. "Why help me?"

"Because I didn't help him." Elric's voice cracked. "Your father asked me to run with him the third time. I was too afraid. Too old." He turned away. "So I watched them drain him. And I did nothing."

"That Alpha. Derek. You said something's happening to him-"

"Damsi bloodline carries a curse. Too much power, not enough humanity to contain it. Derek's father went mad from it. Killed three pack members before they put him down." Elric looked at her. "Derek's walking the same path. The ceremony might save him. Or kill you both faster."

"Is there another way?"

"If there is, it's not in my knowledge. And girl?" Elric's voice hardened. "That's not your burden. You don't owe him salvation. You owe yourself survival."

---

Back at the cabin, Lia moved with methodical precision.

Small pack. Elric's herbs. Dried meat. Waterskin. Knife.

She changed into dark clothes. Derek's cloak-she hesitated, fingers brushing the heavy fabric. His scent still clung to it.

She left it on the bed.

The ring Derek had given her sat on her finger. Simple silver. She'd worn it without thinking.

Lia pulled it off, feeling strangely naked.

She found parchment, charcoal. Her hand shook as she wrote:

*I can't be what you need. Can't be bled for politics or bound to save you from yourself. Whatever you're fighting, I hope you win.*

*But I won't be the price.*

She stared at the words. Something felt unfinished.

*I'm sorry it wasn't different.*

*-L*

She set the ring on the note. Silver gleaming against black ink.

Outside, night had deepened. Three-quarter moon hung fat and bright.

A figure stood at the clearing's edge.

Lia's heart stopped.

Mark stepped into moonlight, face carefully neutral.

"Going somewhere?" he asked quietly.

Lia's hand tightened on her pack. "You going to stop me?"

"Should I?" Mark moved closer, not threatening, just sad. "The ceremony's moved up-tomorrow night, not three days. They're afraid Derek will lose control completely if they wait." He paused. "I don't blame you for running."

Tomorrow night. Her stomach dropped.

"Then let me go."

"I am." Mark pulled out a small brass compass. "Western path. Follow it to the stream, then north. Stay in the water long as you can. There's an abandoned trapper's cabin about ten miles out."

Lia took the compass, throat tight. "Why?"

"Because Derek's losing himself, and you're the trigger." Mark's voice cracked. "Not your fault-something about your presence, your scent, wakes the beast in him. If you're gone, maybe... maybe he'll have a chance to fight it without you being there to set it off. Maybe he'll survive."

"You think my leaving will save him?"

"I think your staying will definitely kill him. And probably you too." Mark's eyes were bright with unshed tears. "So yeah. Run. Live. Let him fight his own demons without you being caught in the crossfire."

Footsteps approached from the settlement.

"Go," Mark urged. "Now."

Lia shouldered her pack and ran toward the forest edge. But something made her stop. Made her turn back.

The main settlement sprawled below, most windows dark and shuttered against the night. But one window-high up in the Alpha lodge, Derek's quarters-glowed with faint candlelight.

A shadow stood there. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Unmoving.

Had been standing there, she realized with sudden certainty, for hours. Maybe all night. Watching her cabin in the distance. Unable to come closer. Unable to stay away.

The shadow's hand pressed against the window glass. Even across the impossible distance, Lia felt it-that pull, that connection, like a thread drawn taut between them.

She should go. Should run. Should never look back.

But she stood frozen, staring at that distant shadow, and something in her chest ached.

*I'm sorry*, she thought. *I'm sorry you're fighting something I can't help you defeat. I'm sorry I have to choose myself.*

The shadow didn't move. Just stood there, hand against glass, watching her.

Lia turned and ran into the darkness.

---

The western path twisted through dense trees. Behind her, Mark's voice carried: "...checking perimeter... no, haven't seen her..."

The stream was ice when she found it, shocking against her skin. Lia waded in, gasping, following the current north. The cold would mask her scent. The water would hide her trail.

She didn't know how long she walked. An hour? Two? Legs numb, teeth chattering. The stream narrowed, became too shallow.

Lia climbed out, boots squelching. She fumbled for Elric's herbs, crushed them between her palms, smeared the bitter paste across her skin, her clothes, her hair.

The scent was acrid. Wrong. But if it bought time-

A howl split the night. Distant. Coming from the settlement.

They'd found her missing.

Lia forced herself to breathe slowly. To calm the panic.

*Don't call to them. Don't let the power wake.*

Another howl. Closer.

More howls. Multiple directions. Spreading out.

Lia ran.

Branches tore at her face. Roots tried to trip her. Lungs burning, but she couldn't stop. The howls were closing in.

A massive shape burst from the undergrowth ahead.

Lia dove sideways, rolling, scrambling behind a thick oak. She pressed herself against bark, hand over her mouth, forcing her breathing to slow.

Heavy footsteps. Sniffing. A hunter, maybe ten feet away.

"Lost the trail," a gruff voice called out. "She went in the water. Could be anywhere."

"Spread out. She can't have gone far."

The footsteps moved away. Lia waited, counting heartbeats. Ten. Twenty. Thirty.

She moved.

Grabbed a handful of Elric's herb paste from her pocket, smeared it on the oak's bark at shoulder height. Then she ran perpendicular, quiet as she could.

Behind her, she heard a hunter return to the oak. Heard him sniff. "Got the scent! This way!"

His footsteps crashed in the wrong direction.

Lia allowed herself a grim smile and kept moving.

But more howls erupted. They were adapting. Spreading wider.

She burst through brush into a small clearing. Saw what she needed-a fallen log, hollow from rot. Lia squeezed inside, pulling moss over the opening behind her.

Footsteps thundered past. Two hunters. Three. So close she could hear their breathing, smell their musk.

"Check that log," one said.

Lia's heart stopped.

Footsteps approached. A shadow fell across the moss.

Then another howl-urgent, from a different direction. "Found something! North ridge!"

"Move!" The shadow at the log vanished. All of them ran toward the howl.

Lia stayed frozen in the log, shaking. That had been too close.

She waited until silence returned, then crawled out.

The forest opened suddenly.

Lia stumbled into a clearing and froze.

Cliff edge. Sheer drop into darkness, mist rising from an unseen river below.

The border.

Footsteps crashed behind her. She spun.

Four wolves emerged. Pack hunters, eyes reflecting moonlight.

"Lia Dorman." The lead hunter's voice was flat. "The Elders demand your return."

"No."

"The ceremony is tomorrow night. You will attend. Willingly-" his lips pulled back in a snarl, "-or bound."

The others spread out, flanking her. Backing her toward the cliff.

Lia's foot found empty air. Pebbles tumbled into darkness.

She looked at each of them. At the hunters who'd chased her. At the territory behind them where the Elders waited to bleed her dry. At the distant lodge where a shadow still stood in a window, watching. Waiting.

"Tell Derek-" Her voice cracked. She thought about the note. The ring. The apology. About his gold eyes and shaking hands and the way he'd looked at her like she was both salvation and destruction.

"Tell him I'm sorry. Tell him... I hope he wins."

The hunter lunged.

Lia stepped backward off the cliff.

For a heartbeat, weightless. Free.

Then gravity took hold.

Wind screamed past.

Darkness rushed up.

The last thing she heard before the water swallowed her- A roar.

Distant. Anguished. Inhuman.

Then nothing but black and cold and the river's endless roar.