The Triplet Warriors and Their Pup Mate

1 - The Escape

~Ellie's Point of View~

I had been running for so long my lungs felt like they were on fire. My throat burned and my legs stung

with an intense aching. I had been running now for two and a half days, stopping only at a couple

streams to drink water and look for berries.

I was on high alert, running from those who would be tracking me down. I did everything possible to run

in weird patterns that made no sense, running in all directions. I had no clue where I was going, and I

didn’t care, as long as it was away from them.

I didn’t want my scent to be in any one spot, I tried to spread it out. The Alpha had skilled trackers, and

I was probably a fool to think I could trick them, but I had to try.

It was getting really cold at night and I wasn’t sure how much further I could go. But I had no choice,

there was no going back.

I was promised to the Alpha’s son ... a blood pact I was forced to make at only eight years old. My

supposed “mate,” Tyson, was obsessed with me, he rarely let me out of his sight. I had plotted my

escape for years, but I never believed I stood a chance.

I had a bag packed and ready to go, ready for me to run… but it sat waiting, waiting for the day I might

catch a break.

This was my only chance, I had to try. I had to try and get as far away from the Blood Claw pack as I

possibly could.

My name is Ellie, and that’s all I have ever known. I was never told my last name, and I was never told

my birthday. The last time I remembered celebrating my birthday, I was eight. But it wasn’t like I had

access to a calendar, or even knew what month it was currently. Back then I was too young to know

really what months and years even were. There was no real way to know how old I was now. With

everything that happened right after my birthday, it was like time stood still in some ways, but passed

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Young werewolves are called pups and they become full adult wolves when they shift for the first time

on their 17th birthday. Since I wasn’t exactly sure how old I was, I had no clue when that might happen.

I felt as if it would be any day now. I knew so little about myself really, since my parents were killed in

an attack when I was just a few weeks past my eighth birthday.

Once orphaned, I was taken in by Alpha Gunner from a neighboring pack, Blood Claw. The Alpha had

a son, who was around a year younger than me. In exchange for taking me in, I was forced to agree to

mate Tyson when he came of age.

I have always questioned how an eight year old could be forced to decide their fate in that way, but it

was a blood oath I made nonetheless. If either of us had a mate, the oath would force us to reject them

immediately.

There are two absolute sacred rules that werewolves abide by. A blood oath must be honored and if

you are killed before it can be fulfilled, the immediate next of kin is required to honor if it is something

they are capable of doing.

Secondly, you absolutely can NOT ever mark or mate a pup. A pup must be claimed by their wolf first,

before they can be claimed by a mate.

The punishment for marking or mating with a pup is having your canines ripped out and your manhood

removed. So needless to say, that was one rule that all werewolves abided by.

The only way to be released from a blood oath is to have the person who ordered it release you of it.

So basically, I had to get Alpha Gunner to release me of this oath, or find a way to never shift and get

my wolf … and neither option seemed likely.

Alpha Gunner had made it clear that if I ever ran away, he would find me, track me to the ends of the

earth, so that I would mate Tyson and be his Luna. I didn't want to be Luna, I didn't know how to help

run a pack. I also refused to bear his children, that was only for my fated mate. I’d rather die than let

him touch me, mate me and basically make me his slave.

I believed, as most wolves did, that only the Moon Goddess alone can choose our mate, and that bond

is absolute and unbreakable. I knew if my mate was out there, he would save me, help me. I had to

believe that, it was all I had to hold onto.

Unfortunately, being a pup still, I wouldn’t know my mate if he was standing in front of me, and it was

likely he might not know me either.

Alpha Gunner did everything possible to keep me from being educated, and ensured that I only learned

how to cook, clean and properly be a mate. I was taught all of Tyson's favorite meals and how to

prepare them exactly to his liking. Only I was permitted to do his laundry and clean his room. Any other

servants were not allowed to. Tyson wanted my scent to be all over everything he touched, often

insisting that I wear his shirts underneath my own clothes before he wore them.

I hated to leave the two friends I had at the only pack I really knew, but since I didn’t know when I would

shift for the first time, I couldn’t wait around.

I didn’t have access to maps, but I did watch a lot of training. I learned a lot while I was trying to play

dumb and act like I wasn’t interested or didn’t understand. Before my parents died, I was enrolled in the

pack’s school and I did very well. I loved reading and writing, and tried to do it as much as possible

when I was alone. The Alpha did not allow me to do it though, and one time Tyson found a book in my

room and burned it right on the spot.

I bided my time and waited for the right opportunity, and one summer day, it finally came. There was a

great battle brewing and close to erupting.

Blood Claw was going to war with two neighboring packs over territory and hunting grounds. I had one

chance, a small window where nobody would be paying attention to me, and I took it.

I packed enough food for two to three days, not being sure how soon I might be able to find somewhere

safe. I could also supplement my food with anything I could find in the wild, to make it last. I learned

from school how to spot poisonous foods.

I had just enough practical things to make it, but I had a lot of hope. Either I would wander off and

starve to death, or stay in Blood Claw and be forced to mate someone I hated. I would take my

chances on my own.