I wake up in the morning and lift myself out of bed. I begin to get ready for school, but it occurs to me that it is an off-day. I drop my brush and run out to the woods immediately. As much as I hate my instincts and the killing that comes with being a wolf, I could never deny the feeling of freedom that being a wolf brought. I shift into my wolf and speed through the woods at full speed. The wind whips through my fur.
*Louis’ POV*
I wake up to the sun shining brightly through my bedroom window and let out a little groan. I instantly brighten up as yesterday’s happenings return to me. I don’t know why, but something just draws me towards this wolf. I know I shouldn’t go to the woods. It’s dangerous and Liam would murder me if he knew where I went, but something made me want to return to the wolf. I can’t explain it, but it is why I have put on shoes and am currently walking out the door.
“Louis!” Someone calls. I turn around to see Liam. Of course…
“Yeah, mate?”
“Where are you going?” He asks protectively.
“Just out for a walk.” I say, conveniently leaving out ‘through the woods looking for a dangerous, meat-eating predator.’ He nods hesitantly and lets me leave. I run through the woods, looking for the same spot I’d seen the wolf the other two times. My legs begin to tire so I slow to a steady walk. Out of nowhere, I hear a loud bang and a howl in pain. My face drops and I sprint to where the howl came from. After several minutes of looking, I finally find the black-furred wolf lying on the grass. Thick red liquid pours from a wound through its leg. Luckily, it’s not fatal, but it could be if it’s not treated properly.
I kneel down and its eyes fixate on me as it whimpers in pain. I examine the wolf in front of me and come to the awful conclusion that I couldn’t carry it back to a vet if I tried. I decide to do all that I can and just hope for the best. I tear off my shirt and lay it gently on the wound, doing my best to make it act as a sort of bandage. It growls the moment that my shirt touches its wounded area, but quickly lays its head back down. I take my free hand and lay it gently on its fur in an attempt to soothe the wolf. It tenses at first but relaxes soon enough. I gently stroke its soft fur and listen to its labored breaths until they stop altogether. My throat chokes up and I bite my lip, trying not to cry. Tears begin to trail down my face as I realize that this is it, it is dead. I remove my shirt from its wound and my tears splash at it.
I squint my eyes closed, refusing to look at it anymore. The tears spill over my face. A small whimper penetrates the silence and I tear open my eyes. I am greeted by dark grey ones looking back at me. I gasp in shock and look back to where the wound was. In its place is a scar. My face changes into a wide smile as the creature stands to its full height, now towering over me.
I then remember that this isn’t some house dog, it’s a wolf. I shuffle backwards as the wolf approaches. I hit a tree and can’t retreat any further. It approaches my face and huffs against my ear. My heartbeat quickens and I quickly murmur a little prayer. Just as I think my end has come, the animal turns and sprints away, leaving me confused and relieved.

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KILLER (One Direction/Werewolf)
Fanfiction*One Direction/ Werewolf* Those eyes. Those deep grey, nearly black, killer eyes. They haunt me. They have since that night. That one, fateful night. It left me with one wish, one urge. To kill.