Hunter finds herself leaning on a headstone sun about to go down. She watches as the sunsets on the tree line. Crows catch her gaze and a breeze goes by. You would think they would know better then to sneak up on me. Ha. "Mick, I shouldn't ask but, why? Why do all this and send me a car?" he stands behind her, "No, wait what you got a car?" she slowly puts her head down. What?
"Wait, so you didn't?" Then who did? She turns around, now face to face with Mick, she wonders to herself what should she do. Should she believe him? Maybe just find out who really got her the car? "Mick, I don't know what to do? Why would someone buy me a car?" the last of the sentence was a whisper more to herself. Her head is down but she's still making eye contact. He gets closer taking her hand in his. "I have to ask is there any chance for us." You already asked and i dont have an answer. "Look tomorrow the packs going on a run, so I'm not going to be around." she said looking at the moon. "Where you going after this?" He asks bring her eyes to his. "I don't know, why?" "Let me take you out? As a friends give me a chance get you trust back? Please?" he begged. "I don't know." If I didnt know you better I would say this was a trap. As she shrugs her shoulders and looks at the ground. "Don't you want to be able to say you came with me?" Asshole knows I can't turn down a good challenge.
Her hand in his, "Fine but I'm going to go home if I get bored." "I wouldn't have it any other way." Next thing she knows she's been whisked away. As they race down the old dirt road. She turns to him, "Where are we going?" the question razes his eyes.
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Don't you almost want to root for this guy?
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A Wolves Cry
Hombres LoboLife knowing you're the only one of you're kind, and that there will never be another, is bad enough. After six centuries of going through the best and, WORST that life has to offer. The now constant nightmares and incessant hunger are the lest of...
