'Today was a good day' She thought to herself as she gazed out at the clouds that covered the sun, making the air cool and it felt nice on her skin. Since werewolves are normally warm, and a sunny day means you'd be sweating bullets like crazy.
She was in a good mood as well, which was honestly weird for her to be in, since nothing has been going the way she wanted it to since she came back home three months ago. She decides to walk through the stream knowing that it would be calming for her and her wolf. The dry leaves on the ground crunch under her boot claded feet, hands buried deep inside the jacket shes decided to wear last minute, extra measures for if it got more chilly than it already was outside. Walking calmed her soul, hearing the birds chirping, the occasional spotting of a squirrel or rabbit running away. Eventually her footsteps came to a stop, she could make out the soothing noise of the fresh waterThe chilly wind whipped the strands of his black fur around as his wolf ran through the forest, the pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. The stars spread around the sky glittering like small diamonds in the sky. Tall tress swayed as the wind picked up. He relished in the feeling of wind whipping in his face bringing forth a thrill inside him. The night was quiet just like how he liked it, there was something about this serene time of the day that made him relax. He's the type of person who likes to stay up late, because in those hours the world is so quiet and nobody expects anything from him. He could stare at the wall off all things and there wouldn't be any consequences he would have to pay for his actions. It's was so silent and calm, just how he wanted it. Usually he likes to let loose at this time of the night, when the moon is up and brigh
His voice sounded more deeper, meaning that Killian, his wolf was in control. His eyes flashing black as he inhales deep breaths in to calm himself down. He could feel his eyes going back to their normal color. He retracts his hands from around her throat and the death grip I had on her wrists loosens immediately. "Geez, remind me never to do that again" she rolls her eyes as she speaks. "I wouldn't keep you alive if you pull a stunt like that again" A dark smirk crosses his features knowing that he had gotten his point across. "Now where were we before you decide to choke me?" She asks sarcastically ignoring his last words. "I want you to cast a protection spell on Serenity" he state, now turning serious. "And where do I find the source? Where do you expect me to chan
It was midnight and she couldn't sleep properly, tossing and turning every other minute until she had enough. She walks down the quiet hallways, careful not to make any noise and wake up the sleeping pack mates. Suddenly she hears rustling noises, nearly giving her a heart attack. She places a hand on top of her chest, feeling her heart beat like crazy. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion when hears the rustling noises again. Deciding to check it out herself, she follows the noise to a door farthest and secluded from others, staring at the door painted in black, she realises that it lead to Damien's room. Slowly twisting the door knob, praying to god that she doesn't wake him up. She slowly tip-toes inside his room. Its completely dark in there, but thank God for her enhanced vision that she could navigate around it perfectly. Her eyes could make out the king sized bed and the figure under the
It has been two whole weeks since she had Iast seen Damien, she had got a glimpse of him here and there in the pack house, but whenever she triedto approach him it was like he magically disappeared into thin air. She has been feeling guilty ever since that night in his bedroom, she had been wanting to apologize but she could never get a hold of him. She knew that he visited Elijah late at night, when she was knocked up by sleep. She could feel it in the morning, and his lingering scent proved her senses right. It was late at night, Matthew had dragged her into the living room of the pack, stating that he wanted to have a movie marathon like old times, which she found a bit weird at first but shook that thought off immediately.
Matthew stands before the huge Mahogany colored door, usually he wasn't ever this nervous but after what went down a few weeks ago he wasn't so sure, it was going to be hard to explain himself to Damien about why he did what he did. Knocking on the door once, he waits for him to let him inside. "Come in" a deep voice says. Twisting the door knob, he enters into the Alpha's office. Upon seeing him, Damien's face changes to that of rage. Matthew raises his hands in surrender. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip your throat out right now" he growls out, his eyes switching colors between grey and black.
She sighs for the hundredth time, throwing the forest green colored dress onto her bed, she turns towards Courtney with a look of defeat, who was going through Serenity's closet, looking for a dress. "It's too short for my taste, Courtney." "If it was upto you, you'd wear a sweater my grandma would wear with some leggings" Courtney rolls her eyes at her bestfriend. "I mean what's the problem with wearing a sweater? Its comfortable" Serenity argues back, making her blow air out of her mouth. "You didn't even argue with the fact that you would wear granny sweaters" she states smugly, picking up a pillow Serenity throws it at her, which Courtney easily dodges, causing Serenity to grumble under her breath. "Why do we have to go to this stupid party?" She whines. If it was upto Serenity, she would've been lounging in her sweat pants and
Six months, six long agonising months of not knowing when he was going to wake up. He has been in a comatose situation for six months, six months since he said uttered those three words she had waited so long to hear, but he left her, just like others did. Exhaustion and tiredness was a constant thing in her life. These months have been so painful to survive. She couldn't feel his wolf at all, making her more scared than ever. Her wolf hasn't talked to her in months. So, she was basically wolfless. The memory of that day is still vivid in her mind. Damien was immediately rushed into the pack infirmary. She had screamed down the whole place, asking the doctors and nurse to immediately operate on him, scaring everyone since her wolf had been in control, making them worry that she would snap any second. Everyone in the pack practically knows that
* 2 years later * Leaning against the balcony of her New York pent house sh3 and Matthew shared, with a hot cup of coffee held in her hands while she watched New York life go about below her. People rushing into work, some walking without a care in the world. So different from Beacon Hills with its forest and landscape. "Guess who's got a date tonight baby!?" A voice interrupts her trail of thoughts. She rolls her eyes at his antics. Two years went by and he still hasn't changed a bit. "Let me guess, Mr. Antern who lives down the street? Please tell me its with Janet across the street, I mean I kind of knew that they liked each other-" she stops talking when she looks at Matthew's face, looking at her with a deadpanned expression. He seemed unimpressed with her words. She snickers under her breath. "HAHA, you aren't as funny as you think you're" he sneers at me, his face beco