Wolf...No. Werewolf...Asked Me To Be His Mate! (Completed, but not fully Edited)

Chapter 1 (Edited)

I was thirteen when HE first made an appearance in my life. He didn’t look that much older than me, just with more muscles than any other boy I knew, which I had to admit was kind of a turn on.

I remember the day so well. After two weeks of non-stop rain, the ground was drying and the sky was clear, not a single cloud was in it for a change.

I was on my way home from school, in less than a happy mood. This had been one of THOSE days. Where all I wanted to do was curl up and watch a Disney movie or something. It started off bad in the morning and got worse and to top it off, one of my teachers, Miss Jones, was ill. She was my English teacher. So when double English started this morning, I got stuck with Mr. Roam and his no-to anything nice policy.

So Mr. Roam, or as us students called him, Mr. make-everyone-sit-in-assigned-seats-to-make-their-lives-hell, had been our teacher for TWO WHOLE HOURS! It wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t put people who he KNEW didn’t get along at all next to each other, and in a school like mine there were a few... Why, you ask? Well he had this thing he used to torture us. Sit us next to our enemies to try and get it so we didn’t hate each other and got along and do our work. I can tell you, it doesn’t work! Most of us hated each other more and I was sure he found it fun in some sick twisted teacher way.

But anyway, I liked her -my teacher- Miss Jones -or miss J- for short, the most out of all the other teachers. Why? Because she never shouted at anyone and never gave homework and get this, talked to us like we weren't some child she was forced to look after and tolerate for money. Unlike Mr. Roam. Whom had given me a nights worth of homework to get done for tomorrow. But yeah…

Back to HIM…

At the beginning, he had walked behind me. He just watched me and walked, if he had tried to be inconspicuous he failed. So he followed me for a while, an hour or so. Then when I turned to ask why? He just walked away. To say I found it weird is right, I wasn't complaining that a hot guy was following me don't get me wrong, but you know it was an odd thing.

After that he would show up to every damn place I happened to go to that he could follow me to. But in the back of my brain for some odd and unimaginable reason I never minded it.

It would seriously be anywhere, the shop, school, home and even down my friend’s house when we had sleep overs. But notably, he stayed well hidden. But I noticed. I had been confused on how he knew where I was all the time, but once I did notice, I told my best friends Danni and Lilia just to make sure I wasn't going crazy. They didn't take it as the harmless thing I did however. They thought it was something for the police and called him a stalker, but never did I once think he would harm me. And for the life of me, I just... couldn't get him in trouble like that...

So I never told the police and I asked my friends not to tell anyone too. And to my relief, they didn’t, but there was a lot of reluctance on their parts.

He seemed more of a gentleman than anything else. I had to make a promise with my friends though, that if he ever got out of line I was to go right to the first man, woman, police officer or teacher and tell them. Not that I would tell just anyone not even miss J, I mean they were my best friends and it took a long time for me to tell them.

All the years he followed me, never did I say a word to him nor did he say anything to me and I dreamt many a times what his voice would be like, how he would talk and what we would talk about.

I never knew what he wanted back then, in fact I never knew anything about him but it never stopped me. Not even not knowing his name or his voice or what he was like. But something in my told me he was just a nice guy.

I didn’t mind it to be honest.

Sometimes, if I was out and about and I saw a guy that looked like him, I always tried to listen out to see if it was him, because I knew he would be somewhere around me, but it never was and a part of me always grew sad when guys passed by and all I could think about was him and the fact I hadn't met him after so long.

So then, on my 16th birthday, when I was coming back from the shops after blowing some birthday money, it came as a shock when he stopped me in the streets with a physical touch for the first time.

All he did was put his hand on my arm -gently, but that was enough to have my full attention. Not just because it was HIM, but the fact that this warmth, so comforting, spread through me like butter on toast. If I hadn’t of known it was him, I would have turned round and kicked him where it hurts a man the most. But I stood shocked out of my mind because it was him, him!

I was even more shocked when he spoke to me. "Hi... Um... My name is Toby. I was hoping you would meet up with me tonight Zoey". A slight tint of pink rose to his cheeks when our eyes met. And God! Those eyes, I nearly melted.

Not to mention the rest of him. I must be dreaming or something because there is no way this... this... this GOD could be talking to me!

I looked to his arm. The one with the hand on mine. The muscles were flexing like he was fighting not to move his hand away. They looked so good attached to the rest of him. I could only imagine the rest of his muscles.

Looking up at him for the first real time I noticed how tall he really was, he was way taller than any of the guys my age, or even around my age. And he was handsome -I was sure it wasn't just my teenage girl hormones talking and he was actually that handsome- and the fact that he was so handsome made me wonder what he was doing talking to a girl like me.

And... Was this getting out of line? It didn't feel bad...

"Where to?"

He smiled and I saw his eyes light up like magic.

Something in me was crawling at the feeling of him being happy. It made a shiver run to my spine.

I was hoping this wasn't a trap or anything like that, but then again something in me told me don’t be silly, he wouldn’t do that. If it was a trap why wait so long to trap me?

"St. Mary’s park. 9:30 before they turn the lights off, if that's ok with you?" I nodded. That sounds reasonably ok. I turned back to the road and the place I was going and started to walk in a daze, but then common sense kicked in and I turned back to ask questions. When I looked for him there was no sign of him anywhere.

Damn it!

There were so many questions now floating around inside my head. It was stupid of me not to ask, and stupid of me not to take my time to talk to him. That was the first time to talk to him and I had let it slip so easily.

How could I be that stupid? How?

 'You know sometimes Zoey, I wonder if you have any brains…' I thought to myself, but it was too late.

I sighed and gave one last look to the street before heading off.

As I got home his voice and face kept on dominating my mind. His velvet voice that sounded like it had some of heaven itself in it and his face which I can only say an angel should have.

I could only help but feel he was watching me again. But, that could just be me being paranoid. But knowing him, it probably was him watching...