Never Yours, Wolfboy

Chapter Four: Forest green eyes

One thing I would suggest to anyone wondering would be to never sleep in a tree. It is simply just not a good decision for your physical well being.

I would know. As at this moment I was bearing the immediate repercussions of this act.

Groaning I rolled over onto my side, relieving the pressure one sordid fallen branch had been making on my lower back. All that could be seen in front of me were twigs and plant life. And when I looked up the tall trunks of tree and the leaves that extended off of them.

It was morning.

And I was lying on the ground.

I reached down to the waistband of my shorts, searching for my phone when the events of last night resurfaced in my brain.

"God dammit."

The fucking giant-ass beast.

I needed to find my phone.

I rolled back over onto my back and placed my right hand behind me. I tested my weight out on it and pushed myself up. My bones creaked and cracked as I maneuvered myself into a standing position.

I glanced down at my legs and found several small cuts that leaked blood down the rest of the limb. Then I inspected my arms, finding them in a similar situation. It would only be safe to assume that my hair was a rats nest, being left loose all night and I wouldn't be surprised if my face was covered in dirt; felt particularly nasty this morning.

I glanced around. Everything seemed quiet, but I needed to find my phone. For all I knew it could be back at anytime to check on its prey.

Blowing a few small wisps of hair that had fallen on my face I started walking around the vicinity of the tree trunk. I was half bent over and moving the shrubbery out of my way when I heard his voice.

"Hey, are you alright?"

I turned around quickly, causing my head to spin slightly and my feet to stumble a couple steps. Falling from a tree is not good for ones brain it seems.

"Um," I brought my hand up to my forehead as the headache that I hadn't noticed earlier made itself known, "I think I'm fine."

I moved the hand away and finally met the gaze of my inquisitor.

Forest green eyes. That's all I could focus on. It sounded cheesy but I felt like I could get lost in them, like staring at them was like entering a forest that never ended, and if you were to gaze into it too long you would just lose yourself completely.

My brain jolted when the stranger took a step towards me. His hands were out in front of him as if he thought I was going to have some manic reaction to him coming closer- which wasn't a completely false prediction. With my brain in the state it was anything was possible.

I took a step back, studying him a moment.

Light brown shaggy hair damp with perspiration, strong jaw, high cheekbones. He was sweaty and was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, presumably out for a morning run.

A bolt of pain shot through my brain and I cringed as my headache grew more persistent.

"You don't look fine," the stranger said, taking another step towards me.

I closed my eyes for a moment, willing my headache to go away.

I opened them again,"Look, I-I'm good," I looked down at the ground, trying to see my phone, but those pesky little black dots kept on getting in my way. I looked back up at the green eyed stranger, the dots continuing in their place, "I just, I just need to find my phone."