Esmeralda
I stopped in my tracks, with my gaze fixed on the huge man that didn't bother to glance at me as he kept walking.
"Wait up," I called, trying to keep up with his pace, hoping he would slow down but he didn't.
Jerk!
I practically ran after him as fast as my long legs could carry me, but they were no match for his extra long legs.
I ran. The thought of it made me beam in excitement.
I had spent years locked in a cell like a prisoner and for the first time in many years, I ran.
I had completely forgotten what running felt like as I had always been confined to a kneeling or sitting position, restricting my movement. But this time, I was running.
And I was not just running from my past or from my evil half-sister, I was running to my mate!
It didn't take long before my
