Sixteen

I reached the forest and sniffed, Brock had definitely passed here. The forest was dark now and the trees looked formidable in their silhouettes. I walked between the trees and raised my face to pick up his scent, feets away.

I trudged ahead until I saw him, sitting on a stone ledge, staring ahead. The wind whipped his dark hair and he tossed his head back. The move was so sensual I nearly moaned.

“What do you want?” He said and I jumped. Werewolves and their super abilities. His was specially unique.

“I want to talk” I said and watched a rabbit ran up to him and cuddled his leg. Brock rubbed the animal lovingly making me feel jealous. So he treated an animal more than he did to me.

“Brock?”

“I don’t want to talk to you” he snapped and I moved closer. He tensed as I approached. “Stay away from me” he added.

“Stay away? I won’t. You can’t make me.” I insisted and he growled. The rabbit beside him took off sensing hi