Cats VS Dogs.

Decisions

Picture on the side is of Cassie

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"Liar," I spat at him, just because I was too afraid to do anything else. Rogue werewolves coming here? That was ridiculous. He was just trying to scare me. 

And it's working. 

Oh shut up. 

"They're not the only ones coming," he continued, oblivious to my rapidly deteriorating mental state. 

"They're not?" 

"They have done too much damage, killed too many people. It's time to put a stop to it. If we don't do it now, soon, they'll be too strong." 

"Huh?" 

"A large group of shifters, cats to be exact, are heading here to intercept the pack and put an end to this before anyone else is hurt." 

"Coming here?" 

Jasper finally looked at me. I was staring blankly at him, not really seeing. Jasper alone freaked me out almost to the point where I couldn't breathe, and he seemed to be telling the truth. A whole gathering of other cats? I felt my head begin to spin. 

"Cassandra," he said sternly. I tried to focus on his face, but my vision was blurry. I saw him lean forward to catch me just as I passed out. 

I woke up in my room, laying on my bed. What? I bolted upright, my vision going dark at the sudden elevation. It was light outside. Why was I in bed?

"Do you have some kind of medical condition that I should know about before I tell you any more?" a deep voice said from the doorway. 

"Shit!" I screamed, scrambling out of bed. I searched for anything to protect myself with. 

"Cassandra-" 

A shoe thunked off of his chest. 

He looked at me with an exasperated expression. 

"What are you doing in my house?" I shrieked, looking for anything else to throw at him. 

"You blacked out. I carried you here," he stated calmly, moving his head to the side to avoid the other shoe I had thrown. 

"We had a conversation! That doesn't mean you come home with me!" I yelled, grabbing a pillow. 

"I thought it would be more awkward if I came here by myself and left you in the woods," he said dryly, catching the pillow with one large hand. 

"You could still be trying to kill me for all I know!" I screeched. What else could I throw? 

"Cassandra, I'm not trying to kill you," he said simply, as if that cleared everything up. 

Was he serious? 

I hurled the bedside lamp at his head. "Why else were you chasing me in the woods?"

Looking less than amused, he dodged the projectile smoothly and strode toward me. 

I was reaching for a book when he caught my wrists and twisted them behind me. "Calm down," he said smoothly, holding me up against him. 

I lost the smart-ass retort that was on the tip of my tongue when I felt his muscled body pressed against me. 

"I am not going to hurt you," he said softly into my ear. I inhaled the scent of his cologne, the smell intoxicating. 

"I chased you because you ran away from me, and I needed to talk to you about what is going to happen." He paused. "And because I like a challenge."