am i in love with a werewolf?
Mo
rrounding me. All I can see is a single blob hovering above m
ended in, bringing me to the present with a thud. Everything suddenly shift
dre
isconcerting me with their brightness. I feel myself get lost in them
ong and firm. Wearing a t-shirt and cargo shorts, he is dres
all over the place, short wisps accompanied by long strands, carelessly tousled. The bangs make m
A royal blue, even, that shines in the sunlight. But the hair su
nce, trying to adjust to the incredible handsomeness before me.
eg is not bleeding anymore, covered with a t
y into the tile. A huge chandelier, crystals dancing generously just below its metal limbs, hangs delicately on a thin, gra
ll my attention f
s perfection, looking at masculine features that, at m
his hand over my mouth, "your throat is probably dry. Let me get you some water first." Hi
find a single emotion conveyed in his saunter. He seems to
the strange things
es. When I skimmed over it before, I hadn't not
ly noticeable, even by me, the queen of scrutiny, but I now can see the difference. The bright, emerald green seems to snatch the light and dis
water to my lips, gently pouring it in
barely
," he smile
s-saving me," I stutter. He lets loose a music
s a pl
ze, even one glance at his beautiful, appraising eyes causing butterflies in my stomach. The need arises to avoid this strange, alien b
on the floor, though, he catches my legs and deposits them back on the divan, the hint of a smile in the corner of his lips. I feel a tingle of a d
tell him the truth. "Th
ave! We have to find out more about ea
know more about me. His gaze tugs at mine, his expression of disappointment.
. Being liked is a privilege res
n my injuries. The joke is over. "Well, sorry. I'm leaving," I say sharply. Why does my rudeness have to
h so much devotion, is rather unsettling and strange. It is like nothing I've
ht breeze. Maybe this is all just a dream. Maybe in a matter of minutes
ce me into continuing on with this joke any longer. Obviously he is just toying with me by pretending to be attracte
ht in front of me,
been standing more than t
rner. "What are you? What do you want from me?" I be
trangely, he wears a resigned express
no matter how creepy this feels, I am shamefully happy to spend a few more seconds gazin
peaks. "My name is Xavier, and I a
his incredibly hot guy, the only one that's ever talked to me, is a weirdo. I can tell he believes hi
y, as if he is a kindergartener. I know he
an't help but notice how cute he is when he is vexed, a
problems," I automatically snap, then immediately wish to take back my harsh words.
eyes. The strange thing is, he doesn't seem to be angry or even annoyed by me, but by himself. Wha
. His eyes fly shut, his lips pursed in concentration. He seems
ay you can pro
ing into his body. It is like a waterfall, the way his body just crumbles into itself. However, there is a shimmer of light befor
p white teeth and dark ey
I had read or seen about were
atches his skin. He, like his human counterpart, is absolutely beautiful. My breath is taken away as I examine him and his
alling towards the ground speedily. There is a flash of l
hereal. Somehow, my brain refuses to believe that werewolves exist, and even though now I am given p
hard, firm object. I feel the floor rush to meet me
back into my standing position. They feel warm, releasing s
from my back, coldness now flooding to the
from the absence of his big, toasty warm hands. He seems to sense that, leanin
es widen in surprise as I shove them in my pockets. "You don't wa
me. Yes, I trust you. Alt
e, almost from surprise rather than irritation. Bafflement is etched into
at myself. Why do I
n his slightly diminished smile, he seems undeterre
guy fo
r else you'll be waiting forever," I look a
ever. I have all the time in the world,
n I forget? He is
ver," I murmur, my voice picked up by his sensitive ears. Silence stretches betwee
tarts to to melt my heart. "I t
Wait a
me in response, waving my school ID before my eyes. Narrowi
launch myself at him, and he smiles wicked
going to get my ID back by force. He is moving his arms so quickly that its impossible t
planning on gi
en that picture was taken. It was about six months ago, and also the day when I lost my glasses yet again, leaving me
truly has been
on his azure hair and sparkle, making his whole head look like it is sprinkled with stardust. He
tounded at his pompousness and how hon
and flashes me a bright, astounding smile. I am a
bitingly, "I prefer a trait in men that you d
fore. I would sacrifice anything, even my life, for you. I know that's a strange statement to make, bu
, interrupting his rant. I can't believe my ears
you in the forest. I'm usually not very kind to trespassers that stumble our way." After a short span of shocked silence,
I'm his "mate", bound to him for life (or afterlife), and he
in his beautiful green eyes, sile
sly. Or maybe he doesn't. Maybe he just wants the satisfaction of hav
I get a choice on whether to be his mate? Is he so s
from this nightmare. My red hair falls into my face, my hands shaking. Xavier
etreating from my sight. I hear the pounding of footst
phone, you
ng around my toes as I slosh through the muddy dirt, my bare feet dyed brown. My red hair is loose and wavy, flying as a blast of cold wind
m is a
*
P!
, a whole collection from my childhood, which I can't bear to get rid of. Gold tones flood through my small windows, illuminating my face as I sit up into the glaring sunlight. J
resser, I carelessly grab a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, sliding it over my form. My spare pair of glasses, the other
urrounding it. Another one, though not quite so major, decorates my knee, bringi
e crazy man last night who
queness I did not understand. Even thinking of him sends tingles through my
s overtaking my senses. A repugnant stench makes my nose wrinkle in disgust, but not su
ow. It was just a feeling, in the pit of my stomach, that something was terribly wrong. The other kids, as I grew up, seemed to understand that also, gladly treating me like I didn't belong. At fir
gave up on
g into a hard shell that was sharp, bitter, and to
bove th
, making myself smarter and even more above the crowd. Now, to ac
awful puberty and other strugg
l. It begins at 8:00 AM, and it is 7:40. No wonder all the other orphans are gone, the only noise
so much
r supervisor. She raises her eyebrows as I quickly snatch my backpack. "Mona!" she c
ent to bed at two o'clock the last night! I mutt
n. Ms. Penn glares at me as I hurriedly down a glass of water, my frenzied gulps echoing in the
agon is furious now. It mig
es, a size too small for comfort. I shove my feet into them, making the straps loosen as far as possible, my toes falling off the sole. T
e around quickly. Ms. Penn is nowhere to be found, probably in her office to write me up for another c
zied ponytail. My nose, crooked as always, juts out slightly, an annoying feature I absolutely hate. My slightly curvy body hides under some of the only clothes I own, a baggy t-shirt and lo
t god-like man I saw last night. I am the least desirable girl at school, and for good reason. I don't ev
ing it, and then pull it open quickly. My eyes wivoice whispers to the wind, we