(Sorry for people that don't eat meat but these are werewolves and I have a friend that's a vegetarian and she's awesome)
Doesn't everyone love fresh bacon in the morning?I love it.
'Me too says April'
~Zach POV~
She's amazing. And I don't even know her name.
I start making the bacon and peek glances as her. She's starting intently at the bacon.
'Maybe she's hungry' my wolf, Dominic, says.
'Maybe' I tell him.
When I come to, she's snapping her fingers in front of my face.
"Hey, don't burn the bacon."
She says."Really? You care more about bacon then me?" I ask her
"Yeah, pretty much" she nods.
I chuckle knowing right when u looked in her eyes that's not 100% true.
'Lets try to get to know our mate. I mean we only get one anyway'
Nic (nick name for his wolf)'True but I have a feeling that she's going to be stubborn'
'Just try'
"So what your name my little rouge?" I ask her
Her eyes fog over for a second before she answers "I'm not little"
"Then tell me your name and I won't have to call you that"
She growls at me. I growl back. She should respect her mate. Mainly one who is making her bacon.
"It's done and don't growl at me." She says
"Then don't growl at me and what done?"
"The bacon"
"Oh right" I say
"Yeah and your the smart one" she says sarcastically.
"Don't disrespect me" I warn her.
"Your in a whole new game now so watch your tone or I'm gone"
Now this is where I lose it.
I stare her down, invading her personal space. With my wolf hearing I hear her heart pick up pace. I smirk knowing the effect I have on her. She stays intently glaring at me.
"You will never leave", I tell her in a straight-to-the-point tone," I will chain you to my bed of I have too"
"I would just escape anyway" she says in the same tone.
We both start growling at one another. And my sister thinks it's the perfect time to waltz right in. Literally. She takes dance.
Sorry it's short, this just seemed like a good place to stop.
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WerewolfIsla's parents died in front of her in a rouge attack. She was taken as a prisoner but rewind for a second. Isla's grandparents escaped in a fire to the pack house with their children. The Hutson family has been rouge since. But they live peacefully...