Sorry about the wait. I was in London and had an amazing time. I love british people...
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Chapter 67- Punishment fits the Crime
Viral.
The video of me singing is close to being viral.
"Earth to Brooke! I know your not talking to your wolf." Blaine tries to regain my attention.
"No, not talking to my wolf." I say, "Just taking a moment to process it all."
                              With that in my mind I punch him in the arm.
                              "What was that for?" He whines, rubbing where I "injured" him.
                              "For putting up a youtube video of me singing online without my permission." I fake pout.
                              "Are you done?"
                              Hmm.... What should I punish him with?
                              The punishment should defintely fit the crime.
                              "Go stand unfront of me with your shirt off." I order him.
                              "My shirt?" He questions.
                              "Just go!" I push him a little.
                              When I first unofficially met him I bumped into his rock hard chest. He then made me fall in love with him, which eventually let to this, so now he must show me his abs.
                              My logic makes complete sense.
                              Blaine gets up and peels his shirt off.
                              I'm going to try really hard not to drool because his chest is perfectly sculpted with his gorgeous abs and flawless skin.
                              Then taking a closer look I notice a bandage by his abdomen, half covered by his pants.
                              "Hold up!" I exclaim getting up from his bed, and using it to balance," Whats... THAT!"
                              When I say 'that' I rip off the bandage quickly, Blaine letting out a little gasp of pain.
                              He has a huge red gash and bruises all around there.
                              I touch it tenterly.
                              "I was stabbed he tells me, "No big deal?"
                              "STABBED? By who?" 
                              "Its okay babe. Just some kid from the Secta pack."
                              I growl at the sound of my packs name.
                              "They jsut don't stop, do they?"
                              Blaine takes my hand and presses it to his wound.
                              "Its almost healed anyways. Don't worry about it. Watch this... close your eyes."
                              "How am I supposed to watch if my eyes are closed?"
                              "Cheeky. Just close 'em."
                              I obey to what he said and close them.
                              "Now send me all your love through your hand and to my wound."
                              I foucus on all my memories with him, and my feelings for him, then push it to him with my mmind.
                              "You can open them now." He tells me.
                              When I open my eyes I see that majority of the bruises are gone, and the wound looks much better.
                              "How did that happen?" I ask with a tone of amazment in my voice.
                              Did I heal that? Is it like a magic power I have?
                              "Were's heal quicker then most humans. With the help of their mates the heal double that."
                              If only that would get me out of my cast.
                              **Blaine**
                              I put my shirt back on and return to my spot next to Brooke.
                              She puts her head on my shoulder and says," You know I love you?"
                              I don't say anything for a little while.
                              Brooke, my beautiful Brooke.
                              Whenever she says things like that I just want to mark her, tell her I lov her and that I would never hurt her, but I did.
                              "I love you too." I whisper in her ear, then press my lips to the side of her head, "I love you too."
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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