eighteen

Genevieve's pov.

Finally!

After so long, I got what I wanted! And darn right it felt good! It was better than anything else I've ever felt, it was like I died and came back to life. The spasms didn't seem to end, I continued to shake on the table, grabbing my hair and groaning loudly.

I finally opened my eyes after I noticed that Thorn wasn't touching me anymore. I found him standing behind the slightly open door, peering outside.

“Thorn? What is that?” I asked, my voice still shaky from the mind blowing frenzy. He turned swiftly and placed his hand on his lip, signaling me to keep quiet.

The look on his face was enough to show me that something was wrong. I immediately slid down the table and arranged my clothes properly. Then, I tiptoed to the window to check through the crack in it and found two rogue werewolves snarling at Thorn in front of the house.

“Let's get out of here.” I whispered but he shook his head.