Leah Cooper, 19, was born and raised by a family of hunters. She was taught to stalk her prey first, then go for the kill. Her life changes when her true love of five years, starts acting weird, naturally, she becomes suspicious. Is he hiding someth...
I wake in my nice, warm bed, my back against the bed. Ceiling fan twirling around in circles, creating a soft breeze in the room. The paper thin sheets twisted all around my legs. The fluffy comforter on its way to hitting the floor. My neck aches, I probably slept on it wrong. Twisting it to the side causes three small cracking noise from it. I roll over, taking the sheets with me. My eyes widen to see that there's a males body on the other side of the bed. I tap his shoulder, afraid to see who it is. He turns his head, it's just Garrison. Thank God it's Garrison, otherwise, I would have a lot of questions. Wait, why are we in the same bed? And why does he have more facial hair?
"Morning babe." He whispers in a husk scratchy morning voice. Just the slits of his eyes are open, softly showing his green orbs.
I push the sheets off my legs, each sheet making creases as I push it away. I swing my legs to the side of the bed.
I begin to walk out of the room, my feet gently press on the wood floor tiles. I look down at my outfit, it's what I've been wearing since I've gotten home from the hospital.
The living room is different, the old brown couch is gone, replaced with a new tan couch. The coffee table is cluttered with binkies and half drunken milk bottles.
I speed walk into Garrisons old room, which is now a nursery. My chest heaves up and down. Pictures of Garrison and I hang on the pink walls. Animal wall hangs also hang. Above the crib, is a glittery pink monogram of an A.
"Babe, what's wrong?" Garrison asks, walking into the nursery.
"Don't tell me that we have a baby." I scoff. I mean, this has to be one of the guys. Ian, Brent, Cameron, Jack, they all could've had one.
"You don't remember her? Babe, are you feeling alright?" He asks in disbelief.
"That's not her, Garrison." Ian pipes from the doorway. Facial hair parallel to his upper lip. His body muscular and stocky. A blanket bunches in his arms, small movement coming from it.
"This is Ayla," he says in a soft spoken tone. He hands me the bundle of blankets, which inside it, holds a baby girl. Wrapped tightly in soft blankets and a 'Mommy's Princess' onesie. I hold her tight against my chest. Her big blue eyes stare into mine, she coos and smiles when she notices who I am. Ian turns to Garrison and states, "and Leah here... is from the past."
"That can't be, you can't time travel." Garrison scoffs. I look down and then at Ayla. I shake my head and reply,
"No, I can't. But right now, in my time, I'm dying. Or at least, I think I am." I explain. Ian looks at my leg, covered in blood. His eyes grow the size of saucers. He gasps.
"Did you already fall off the cliff?" He anxiously asks. I nod and softly bite my lower lip.
"Leah, you don't make it on your own. Your power ends up going to Jack. You turn human again." Ian softly admits. My mouth gapes, I shake my head.
"That's impossible, no werewolf can turn human again." I scoff. He looks down at the floor and smiles. He leads me into the living room, where we all have room to take a breath and process it.
"What am I like in the future?" I ask, changing the subject. Mainly for my curiosity. Garrison smiles wide, he looks up into the distance.
"Why don't you ask yourself that question?" He asks. I raise a brow and look around. I look into the distance too and see a woman. Stray curly hairs fall from her messy bun. A slight amount of makeup brushed onto her face. She seems normal and happy.
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