Rogue Luna: The mate bond

Astra's POV

The shot just missed Astra's ear by a few inches. She dove and ran faster, and each breath hurt her lungs. She was being chased by four wolves through the dark bush. They weren't trying to make friends.

A deep voice yelled behind her, "Get the rogue!" "Don't let her escape!"

When Astra jumped over a downed tree, her bare feet hit the cold ground. There were leaves and sticks in her long, dark hair as it whipped around her face. She couldn't stop. When thieves were caught by pack wolves, they usually died.

She kept going even though it hurt her side to run so fast. She had learned one thing from being chased for ten years: never stop when they're close.

"I see her!" Another arrow flew by, this time brushing her arm.

Astra bit her lip to keep from crying out. Blood trickled down her arm, but she couldn't worry about that now. The smell would make it easy for them to track her, though.

Up ahead was a river. If she could just reach it, she might be able to hide her smell. Astra pushed her tired legs harder, ignoring the pain shooting through her body.

Behind her, the sounds of heavy paws hitting the ground got louder. The wolves had changed forms. As wolves, they were faster than her human form, but Astra didn't dare shift. Her wolf was weak from hunger, and shifting would take precious energy she couldn't spare.

The river came into view, moonlight dancing on its surface. Just a little farther...

A heavy weight slammed into her back, sending Astra crashing to the ground. Sharp claws dug into her shoulders as hot breath hit the back of her neck.

"Gotcha, rogue," growled a voice that was half-human, half-wolf.

Fear shot through Astra's body, but she wasn't done fighting. With a scream of rage, she twisted and slammed her elbow into the wolf's eye. The creature yelped and loosened its hold just enough.

Astra rolled free and scrambled toward the river. Without thinking, she leaped into the icy water. The cold hit her like a thousand knives stabbing her all at once. The current was stronger than she expected, quickly pulling her under.

Water filled her nose and mouth as she fought to reach the top. Her lungs screamed for air. Just as spots began to dance in front of her eyes, Astra broke through, gasping.

The angry howls of the wolves grew distant as the river carried her away. They wouldn't follow her into the water. Wolves hated getting wet almost as much as they hated rogues.

When she was sure they couldn't see her anymore, Astra swam to the opposite bank and dragged herself out of the water. She fell on the muddy shore, shivering violently.

"H-happy early b-birthday to me," she mumbled through chattering teeth.

Tomorrow she would turn eighteen. Ten years since everything had gone wrong. Ten years since the day her little sister Lyra had