Snow crunched under my feet as I ran. I could hear the creature behind me, and it was gaining. I needed a plan. Maybe climb a tree? Find a weapon? Something and fast. All of a sudden, it was in front of me—a giant dark brown wolf. I screamed; its red eyes met my grey as it licked its lips.
"You don't want to eat me. I promise I don't taste good. I might smell sweet, but that's just perfume." It took a step closer to me. I took a step back; when I did, it growled. I took another step back. It snarled at me and leaped forward; I closed my eyes and braced for the impact.
I woke up Sunday morning. It was already nine. When we signed the contract, Owen told me I could leave at ten. I didn't want to go, but this was a business deal. I got out of bed, went to the spare room where my things were, and started packing up. When I finished packing, I brought my bag into the living room. It was almost ten. Should I wake Owen and tell him I'm about to leave? Maybe just a note?I decided on the note.Owen,I didn't want to wake you, but I know the contract said to leave at ten. I'll see you next Friday at 7.MelWith that done, I called a cab and left.I should have known Rachel would be waiting for me. There were no pleasantries; instead, I was met with "He's got a nice dick, right?". All I could do was roll my eyes and turn red. "You look so relaxed. If I knew all you needed was a good dicking, I would have gotten you laid a long time ago," she gave me a sly smile."Do you have to be so crude, Rach?""Yes," she looked at me as if I was the idiot for even asking.
OwenI run out of Mel's apartment. All I see is red; my wolf is snarling demanding blood."She didn't deserve the pain in her life. Kill everyone who made her cry. All her tears need avenging!""They will pay, we need to figure out how to make her life easier for now."
It's finally Friday. I have barely slept this week. Every night has been bad dreams, or sleep would not even come to me. I probably look like a dumpster fire. There are bags under my eyes, my face lost color, and holding a conversation is way harder than it should be. I look like a zombie and act like one too.Owen doesn't look much better. "Have you had a hard time sleeping too?" I ask him."Yeah, it's been a rough week."
Owen – 2 Weeks LaterI have been thinking up a way to tell Mel the truth. But I know the reaction is not going to be good. After Mel told me the news her survey was going to be allowed in other schools, I was excited for her. It was a big deal; every school had its institutional review board to determine the ethics of the research. She could have gone out and asked individual teachers, but then she would not have been allowed to call them teachers. Having the IRB of every school, she sent the survey to agree was almost unheard of; she was excited, and I was proud of her.
Owen"Hey, handsome, I have great news.""Andrea, why are you here?"She walks into my office and sits on top of my desk. She sits, so she is facing me with her legs apart, trying to entice me by giving me a clear view of something I don't want. "I have decided we are mates. I keep trying to fill my
I make it back to the club quickly and head to Owen’s office. All I can hope is that he is still up and willing to talk. The last few employees are leaving. I knock on the office door, nothing, as I turn to leave the door, flies open. Owen stands in front of me, panting, wearing nothing but basketball short. They hang low on his hips, and I can’t stop my eyes from traveling all over his sculpted body. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”
OwenI held Mel close to me, burying her face into my neck, trying to regain control of myself. I got caught up in the moment and didn't put on a condom, now the urge to mark her is intense. My canines elongated readily to mark her, resisting the urge is almost painful. She tried to move, but I stopped her "No, not yet. Let me hold you a bit longer".
Owen told his sort of adoptive grandparents that I was his girlfriend. How do I feel about that? There have been a couple of dates and lots of sex, but I am ready for this step. I like Owen, maybe love, but this is not something I planned. Sam and I were always going to find a man at the same time, get married around the same time, start a family around the same time. Since she died, my ideas for the future changed. After losing her, the idea of losing someone else is more than I can handle.