The Pack Slut

nineteen

"Close your eyes," he whispered sternly, but by the tone of his voice I could tell he was smiling.

"They're closed," I said, a bright smile gracing itself upon my lips aswell. Soon, I felt his hand engulf mine, as he lead me through the forest. "I don't see why any of this is necessary though..."

"Just shut up," he said. I immediately felt him lean in for a kiss, to which I gladly kissed him back. "We're close," he said pulling my hand again.

"But to whe-" I felt myself stumble on twigs as I prepared for the worst but was met with his strong arms around my frame.

I was pushed gently against a tall tree, his lips softly placed on mine as one of his hands rested on my hip and the other on my cheek.

"We're here," he said softly, undoing the blindfold.

I looked around, to see the forest that was only illuminated by the moon and stars. "But we're just in the forest..."

"I know," he said smiling. "I just wanted to be alone with you."

"Me too, Damion. I love you," I said looking into his deep eyes that swirled with love, adoration and lust.

I shot up from my bed, coughing as I put my head against the headboard. What the hell? Why do I keep having dreams about...them?

I uncovered myself from the blankets and put my feet over the bed.

It was then I took the time to investigate my hurt ankle. It was swollen, and still in an undeniable amount of pain. I was a werewolf, but I knew this would probably take at least a few days to heal, which was a lot considering that healing could take only a couple hours maximum for a werewolf.

I shook my head again as I jumped off the bed and limped my way to the bathroom. I brushed my hair and teeth, tiredly, as I looked into my reflection through the mirror.

I looked...tired. And sad. And basically lifeless.

I frowned as I rinsed my mouth with water, deciding to wash my face as well to restore any bit of life I possibly could. It didn't restore much, but at least I looked better.

I changed out of my black and white pajamas slowly (due to my ankle), and put on grey sweatpants and a beige tank top.

Limping my way to the door had proven itself to be harder than expected but I had no choice. I had to acknowledge my stomachs hunger.

As I opened the door and took one step forward, I noticed a certain door down the hall open as well. Out came Kal, wearing only athletic shorts. His hair was wet and his body looked so...

I shook my head quickly and took a step back inside my room before attempting to close the door.

"Eve!" He called out, blocking the door from closing with his arm, in a record speed.

I cursed under my breath.

"What?" I breathed out.

"Why are you so desperate to get away from me?"

I rolled my eyes at him, "as if you don't already know."

He looked like he wanted to say something, but said nothing for a couple of moments. The only thing that could be heard was my rapid heart beating. Being in his presence made me wary.