We Run Together
659 Words
Lena
The sky was heavy.
Like it knew.
Like it could feel the tension rising in the soil, the trees, the bones of this place.
I stood barefoot in the clearing behind the cabin, heart pounding, fists clenched, hair braided down my back like a warrior from a story I hadn’t known I belonged in.
Logan stood beside me—bare-chested, massive, vibrating with energy and the promise of violence.
We’d been training all week.
Fighting. Sparring. Bonding.
And now? The enemy had arrived.
Three wolves. Two feline shifters. One coyote with a face I instantly hated. They looked cocky. Hungry. Confident.
Idiots.
“You marked her,” the lead wolf sneered, stepping forward. “On our land.”
“She’s mine,” Logan said, voice low and deadly. “That’s all that matters.”
“She’s not one of us.”
“She’s better than you.”
The wolf scoffed. “You think a human is worth throwing away your claim to neutrality? You’re choosing her over the laws?”
“I’m choosing my mate over everything.”
That made the wolf laugh. “Then you both die.”
I stepped forward.
“Funny,” I said, loud enough to echo across the clearing. “Because I didn’t come here to die. I came here to kick someone’s ass.”
His gaze flicked to me, eyes narrowing. “You’ve got teeth, little girl.”
“No,” I said, holding Logan’s gaze. “But I’ve got claws now.”
He growled. Shifted.
So did his pack.
Then everything exploded.
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Logan
The second they moved, I shifted.
My bear tore through me, bones cracking, fur exploding over skin, my roar shaking the ground.
Two wolves lunged straight for me.
I let them come.
The first never made it. I swiped him out of the air like a toy. The second bit into my flank—I crushed his ribs with a shoulder slam that sent him flying into a tree.
But I didn’t take my eyes off Lena.
She was dancing around the coyote, ducking, dodging, using everything I’d taught her—and some tricks she’d picked up all on her own. When the coyote lunged again, she dropped low, drove a knee straight into his groin, and slammed a rock into the side of his head.
That’s my girl.
A wolf tried to flank her—I was on him before he got within ten feet.
No one touches her.
My claws tore through fur. His scream was short.
The fight didn’t last long.
They were cocky.
We were bonded.
They had packs.
We had purpose.
And Lena?
She wasn’t just my mate.
She was my Alpha.
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Lena
I stood panting in the middle of a field full of groaning enemies, blood on my arms, Logan’s massive bear form standing behind me like a shadow with claws.
One of the shifters tried to crawl away.
Logan shifted back—still towering, still gorgeous, still wild-eyed and mine.
He grabbed the wolf by the back of the neck and yanked him up.
“You come back here again,” he growled, voice sharp as a blade, “you’ll leave in pieces.”
The wolf whimpered.
Logan dropped him.
They limped off—broken. Humbled. Defeated.
When they were gone, he turned to me.
His chest rose and fell with shallow, ragged breaths.
“You were incredible.”
I blinked. “You were literally a murder-bear. I hit someone with a rock.”
“Exactly,” he said, pulling me into his arms. “That’s why we work.”
I buried my face in his neck.
I didn’t say anything at first.
Then—
“I’ve never belonged anywhere before.”
“You do now,” he whispered into my hair.
And when he kissed me again—filthy, raw, mine—I knew.
This wasn’t the end.
This was the beginning.
Of us.
Of everything.
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