"Blake?" ask my eyes bulging as I spot her standing motionless at the other side of this field, she stare deadly in my direction.
I start to run towards her, joy filling my heart as I grin. She's just as beautiful as ever, her hair floating around her like we're in zero gravity. I run faster but I can't seen to move from the spot I'm in.
"BLAKE!" I scream, trying to get closer to her. I watch as she slowly turns her back on me and starts to walk further as I run in the spot. I cry out again, tears falling down my face. All I want is to get closer to her. Why can't I move? I look behind me for what feels like the thousandth time to try and see what is holding me back, but instead of finding nothing like I had all the times before I do see something, or someone, Mike.
"Mike, what are you doing?! Help me." I demand, confused, why isn't he helping me?
He says nothing, looking into thin air.
"BLAKE, WAIT IT'S ME!" I scream after her, I finally become aware of Mike putting something in my hand. I look down and see a gun in my hand. I watch as my arm moves up against my will. ]I scream and try and fight against myself.
"Good." Mike grins, his hot breath fanning across my neck, as he slowly leans in closer to my ear sounding almost turned on by what's happening,
"NO! HELP ME!" I cry as I point the gun at Blake's back as she continues to walk away at a slow pace, "RUN BLAKE, RUN!!" I scream at her desperately as my finger starts to squeeze the trigger.
"Shoot." Mike whispers huskily into my ear, on command I do.
BANG
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I wake up with a start, fining myself on the sofa in Mike and Pauls house. I relax onto the pillows, just a deam. I look at the door and see Mike standing there deep in thought and dripping wet, a hard look in his eyes. I look at him confused, he doesn't look like himself. I wonder what's on his mind.
"What's wrong?" I ask, snapping out his daze. His firey eyes glare at me for a moment making me push myself back into the sofa, he has the gaze of a killer. He quickly recovers, putting back on his jolly look that I'm used to. Looking at it now it looks fake, almost too sweet. He smiles at me and takes a seat next to me.
"Nothing, just thinking" he shrugs off,
"Did you post my letter?" I ask,
"Yep, probably already on the way to them now" he reassures,
"Thank you" I smile a him, getting re -settled on the sofa, streaching my limbs out,
"How you feeling?" he asks,
"So much better." I smile to myself, "Do you think I'm almost well enough to go home?" I ask hopefully,
"Not quite yet, just get some more rest." he says, making me frown I guess he's the doctor. "I've got to head out, one of the worriers hurt his ankle at pratice and they called me out to go check it out" he says, getting up and walking out the door,
"...Bye" I mumble.
I hope the worriers okay... Peter told me that they're the strongrest pack for hundreds of miles and they're constantly getting threats like this so they train constantly and will find this a peice of cake.
Peter has been lovely to me, to be honest at first I though he was a bit intimidating but he's really a big softy.
I hope I'll get to see Blake soon.
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Kissing girls (GXG)
WerewolfScarlet is a human who, like the rest of the human world, is completely unaware of the werewolf world. That is until she meets Blake, a werewolf who claims to be the shy girls mate. Both the girls have a lot to face: Rouges, vampires, their own men...
