Chapter 2
Dylan's pov
Damn that sandy blonde, electric blue eyed sexy wolf is fast and fit.
"fuck" I yelped, da fuck did he just tackle me.
Oh hell no bitch you don't know who your messing with. He bite the back of my neck, a pressure point that makes wereanimals phase back.
I turned human, my human body is about 5ft 4 and has spiked up jet black hair like my wolf fur, with pale olive skin thanks to my Italian and Greek roots. My eyes are grey and the shade of grey changes depending on my mood, the the lighter shades mean I'm happy which is rare these days and I'm lying and the darker shades mean I'm telling the truth and sad or raging. I have swirls of any color I choose when I want to. The reason I say my human body like that is because I feel safer in my wolf body and am abnormally close to my wolf Kaydo, who has kept me company as I travel state to state. Even if he is just another part of my soul.
The mysterious warrior wolf shifted back and what I saw made my mouth drop. Mr.handsome(note the sarcasm)was about 6ft 2(damn his tallness) with spiked up light dirty blond hair, a nice tan and bright electric blue eyes which were cold as they glared at me with an ugly sneer on his perfect face at my pathetic appearance.
Did I forget to mention when we shift are cloths just disappear, so he was wearing a white shirt with light blue skinny jeans with faded thighs and grey and white nikes, while I was wearing a black hoody and black t-shirt, black skinny jeans with ripped knees and black converse. I had a leather jacket over my hoody and dog tags on with some band and dark sayings bracelets on and one black stud. What I like black, don't judge.
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The life of a wolf ( BoyxBoy)
WerewolfDylan is a 16 year old werewolf, with a huge problems following him where ever he goes. His parents doesn't seem to grasp that it's hard for him to trust anyone, even them, his sister Terra can't grasp that he hates to be touched. The alpha is suspi...
