Aurora "Rory" Henry is a 20 year old human runaway. After escaping her mother's manipulative hands along with her fathers short temper she finds herself in a new territory, but to her it's just another state. All she wanted was to get her degree in...
Looking at my phone that just chimed I see I have yet another text from Damien. It's been almost three weeks since I told them all to leave me alone, clearly they didn't care.
Thankfully it's only been texts and phone calls so far and no one has shown up at my door except for one person. Killian.
He only showed up twice but I didn't open the door to him instead I pretended I wasn't home. I also had to run from my room to the hallway whisper yelling at Aaron to not answer. He was confused but did as I say and just listened to the man on the other side of the door.
"I can hear you" he had said making me freeze in my tracks. "I'll come back another time" and with that he left.
"Who was that guy? A bootycall you regret?" Aaron chuckled after I let out a relieved sigh
"N-no" I stuttered by mistake just at the idea of having sex with a man like killian.
"Look it's okay if you want to whore around, just not here" Aaron smirked but there was a serious tint to his voice. "Unless it's in my room... W-with me" he tries to smooth talk but he fails miserably and it's clear on his face he knows it.
"I don't 'whore around', even if I did I could get any guy in this town I wanted and I don't want you" I fake smile and head back off to my room
I heard Aaron mumble something under his breath, assuming it was 'bitch' I just continue walking.
A week later Killian was back and just like before I didn't open the door. I was alone in my apartment that time though thankfully, Aaron was at one of his friends house which meant I just needed to stay perfectly still when Killian knocked and breath quietly as I hear his footsteps fade down the stairs.
I think I've almost came round to the idea of werewolves and their existence on this earth. I've accepted that they exist and they will most likely be around me for the rest of my life if I continue to be associated with my family. It took me a while to adjust my mind to Damien and Monica being one of them but it made sense eventually. One of the first things I noticed about them was how healthy and physically stronger they looked - they weren't jacked - but they just looked powerful.
I may have mentally accepted the werewolf community but that doesn't mean I feel safe around them, that will take longer. I know little to no information about them and I think that puts me in danger, my fear is that I'll do something to offend one of them and then it's game over for me.
Not knowing their temperament also sets me on edge, what if they lash out at me for something so minuscule? It's most likely just my overthinking mind but I can't stop visualising scenarios that end in my death.
Today is my day off from work and college so I'm forcing myself to bite the bullet and get outside, maybe go on a walk to clear my head and then go over to where the wolves reside. Hopefully I'll get some more answers.
Shoving my feet into my red trainers i wrestle them on and then look over my outfit. I went for something simple just black skinny jeans with rips at the knees, a black long sleeved top underneath a much larger grey top. It's a decent temperature today that I don't need to worry about a jacket.
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