Hidden In The Shadows

Chapter Five

*ELLA'S P.O.V.*

My eyes fluttered open to a bright white room. I cringed. My vision was hazy and I was in a hospital bed. I yawned then rubbed my eyes. All I remembered was the pain and the guy with the blue eyes, that were just like the silver wolf's. Thinking about him made my heart pound a million times faster and get butterflies in my stomach.

I sat up and realized I was naked. I pulled the sheets up to my neck and as I started to sink down, the door opened. A lady, about in her mid thirties, came in. Her brown hair was tied into a tight bun that looked like it hurt, a coat was draped over her shoulders, and her soft brown eyes looking at me. She smiled.

"Ah, Ella. I see you have woken up. How are you feeling?" I blinked a.couple of times and my vision came back to normal. I cleared my throat.

"Alright, I guess." My voice was hoarse. "Can I asked you something, Doctor..."

"Jane fitzgerald. And yes, you may. Anything dear." She says as she goes to the computor to do something.

"Well," I started, clearing my throat again. "Why am I in here?"

"You lost conciousness. We will explain the rest to you later"

"Can I have some clothes?"

"On the night stand, to your left."

"Who was the boy with the blue eyes?" She looked at me and smiled.

"I figured you would ask that. Go ahead and get dressed and call me when your finished." She left the room and I got up, with the sheet wrapped around me. I slid on the black basketball shorts and a light blue tank top, after I put on my under garments. I grabbed the ponytail holder off of the table and threw my hair into a messy bun.

I walked over to the door and opened it. There was a rich, woodsy, scent in the air that was drawing me into the hallway. Dr. Jane was in the hallway talking to a boy. I don't want to interrupt, I thought. I stay quiet while they talk.

"Yes, she's awake." Dr. Jane said.

"Good. When can I see her?" The boy said to her.

"When she gets dressed."

"Oh." I decided to get Dr. Jane and tell her I'm done getting dressed. I took in a small breathe.

"Dr. Jane?" I said softly and she turned around, letting me see the boy. The scent was so strong it felt like a slap in the face. I loved the scent. I inhaled deeply then opened my eyes.

I stared at him. It was the boy with the blue eyes. I scanned him. He had on a pair of shorts and a black tanktop that outlined his eight pack perfectly and showed off his biceps. His hair was in a mess, like a hand had been running through it several times. But it looked perfect. His eyes seemed to light up at seeing me. His tan skin was a perfect contrast against his blue eyes, and complement against his dark brown hair.

I reached back up to his eyes, after I finished. I'm pretty sure he was doing the same to me. I didn't realize I had a goofy grin plastered onto my face, as he had one that mimicked mine. I took in another deep breathe before I broke eye contact, to look at Dr. Jane.

"You said to come and get you." I said to her, wanting to look at the boy infront of me.

"Yes." She spoke quietly.

"I'll handle it from here, Jane." The boy said, nodding her off. She quickly rushed off, leaving me here.

The boy looked at me then grabbed my hand. Where ever we touched, I felt a burning sensation and tingles bounced across my skin. It was delightful in a way. He led me into a room that looked like a game room. It had a pool table, bean bag chairs, a large sofa, a mini fridge, a huge flat screen, many game consols, and big bins filled with games that were labled with what game consol you played it on. I stared in awe. He smiled at me then we sat down on the large sofa that was white with white and black checkered pillows.

"I'm Derek Summers and I'm twenty-one..." Jason told me all about him, werewolves, and everything about them. I told him all about me, line how I'm nineteen, my parents are divorced, yadda, yadda, yadda. I stopped then he looked at me.

"So, I'm a werewolf?" I asked, but believing him. He nodded.

"Yep." He said, nodding. "And I'm one too."

"What do I look like?" I asked, curiously. He smiled.

"Beautiful." My heart started to flutter. I smiled then looked down.

"Is there anything else I need to know?" I asked, my face redder than a tomato.

"Yes. There are mates." He paused, "They are like soul mates. Except for wolves. Every wolf has a mate. Their mate is made just for them, their other half. No wolf could kill their mate. Their wolf would hate them and try to kill themselves, so they could be with their mates. You either find your mate by looking at them or touching them. Unless your an alpha's child, it is scent. You will always love your mate, and you could never be separated..." He told me the rest, but we never broke eye contact. He slowly reached for my hand. I entwined our fingers. He leaned in, and I started to lean in. His forehead rested against mine, his minty breathe mixing with my own. "Mine." He whispered, causing chills down my spine. I leaned in closer.

"Forever." I whispered, then closed the gap that was inbetween us