On the Run

Chapter 11:

Chapter 11:

        I felt someone grab my hand and I thought it was Derek, but it wasn't.

        "Connor? I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can I just want to say that I am so sorry for what I put you through. Derek told me everything you said before you left. I didn't kill you because you're a great kid, Connor. You were the only volunteer that didn't focus on my scars or that I was virtually helpless and I was really grateful for that. I guess that revenge really clouded my mind and I made some really horrible mistakes. I don't want to be the reason you leave again; so can we at least pretend to get along and hate each other in our dreams?" Peter said.

         I still couldn't figure him out; why was he helping Derek? Did he have an another motive? I didn't want to put my trust into him because there was something lingering in his words that gave me chills.

        "Peter? Can you give me some time alone with my mate?" Derek asked then I felt Peter's hand leave my own and was soon replaced by Derek's.

        I wanted to cry out for him; I wanted to feel his lips on my own and I wanted to look into his hazel eyes. I had been seeing darkness up until now; now an image of the forest took its place. I was running and running in the forest; I was trying to escape something, or I think it was me.

        I ran and ran until I thought that I had lost him. I felt him run by and saw a shape blur through the trees. Unexpectedly, he pinned me against the tree I had been hiding behind. He growled a low guttural growl and his red eyes bore into my ice blue eyes.

        My heart thumped wildly and threatened to end me. He leaned in and inhaled my intoxicating scent; vanilla, brown sugar, and orange blossom. My lips quivered in fear as he moved his lips over her skin tasting the small beads of sweet sweat.

        "Lleave me alone," I stuttered trying so hard to hold onto that shred of strength and courage I had left.

        "Aww don't be like that, Stas," He kissed my throat and I gulped. He chuckled at my fear.

        "Why can't you leave me alone?" Who the hell is Stas? Maybe this isn't me.

        "I love you, Stas."

        "Why?"

        He didn't answer instead his lips crushed mine and I melted under his touch. Our tongues did a heated dance until he pulled away.

        "Does that answer your question?"

        "No," I breathed.

        He smiled showing his canines then took off leaving me alone in the woods.

        Was this a past life or something? Why would I be seeing this now?

        "Connor? Connor?!" Derek's hands moved to my arms and tightened, "Deaton!"

        "Hold her still! We are going to have to restrain her. The super moon is less than-" Deaton was cut off by Stiles.

        "Uh Deaton I read that this super moon is known as a black moon which is said to make any magical spell casted really powerful. Could that go for werewolf calls too?"

        "Yes," I felt restraints being put on me and my body thrashed even more then I felt it; I felt my water break.

        Everyone was screaming and I couldn't even make out a full sentence.