*COMPLETED*
"Will you ever get tired of saving my life, hero?" My voice didn't sound like my own.
"I'm not a hero, quite the opposite really." He shook his head and his voice was merely a whisper.
"I can see the good in you." I told him.
"Not everyo...
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A few days passed without sight of the wolves that wanted me dead. It was quiet. So quiet I started thinking that the wolves weren't actually after me. That I had just dreamed that fight in my house when I first saw a werewolf.
The only reason I knew it had actually happened was because every morning and night my father insisted on working on my knife and gun training. He said we could never be too ready.
He was right.
It was Friday night. My father had agreed to finally let me out of the house and away from his sight. I promised Delilah I'd go to a party with her. Dad had even lifted my curfew some now that I knew about his secret life. Instead of ten o'clock, I had to be home by eleven. I didn't complain.
I dressed in my favorite boots, skinny jeans, and nice tank top. I straightened my hair down my back and did my makeup a little darker than usual. I jogged down the stairs where my father was waiting for me. He had his arms crossed over his chest. "I don't like this."
"Come on, dad." I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek. "I have my gun and my blade." To prove it, I reached down and pulled my blade from my boot. "I'll be fine, I promise." I reassured him. "Besides, I'll never be by myself."
He nodded reluctantly, "phone on at all times. Never take that blade from your boot."
"Dad, seriously stop. I'll be fine." I reassured him. I grabbed my keys and opened the front door. I stepped onto the front porch, trying to quickly leave. "I'll see you at eleven." I promised once again.
With that, I slipped into my car. I turned over my engine and let my music fill out my open windows. I waved goodbye to my father, who was watching me leave from the front door. It took me twenty minutes to reach the party. Delilah was waiting for me there. I pulled my car behind hers. Stepping out onto the pavement, she hugged me tight.
"So whose party?" I asked curiously.
"No one we know." She shrugged.
"Then why are we here?"
"Bobby invited us."
We stepped inside the house, instantly bombarded by smoke and the smell of alcohol. I didn't see anyone we knew. They were all older. "Um, D, is this a college party?"
"Maybe." She said sweetly, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"Delilah!" I yelled over the music, a smile etched into my face. "You brought us to a college party?"
"Don't complain!" She laughed. "Have you seen these guys?" As if proving her point, she pointed to two older guys that look much like the models from our magazines. They looked over at us and lifted their cups before disappearing into the kitchen.
"Okay, maybe we can stay for an hour or so." I laughed, letting her lead me into the throng of dancing bodies. My hips swayed to the music and I threw my hands into the air.
