The wolf came at me, flashing its large teeth and with a glaring hatred which made my bones crawl. It wanted me, to bite into my flesh and turn my insides out. The large, brown eyes looked at me as it seemed happy about killing me. I screamed as it lashed out towards my neck and then…
“Love! Please wake up!” My eyes flew open, my rapid breathing and pounding heart echoing in my head, which complained intensively about the wound in the back of it.
I screamed “Don’t let it take me! Please!” as I felt the tears falling from my eyes. Was I really crying? I haven’t cried since my mom…
“I am here, and no one will take you away from me, my love” said the angel’s voice. It was like honey in my throbbing ears, and even though I had no idea where I was, I felt like I was home for the first time in…like ever? Speaking of which… where was I? Heaven? Like the angel hade read my mind, it said calmly “I heard your call, and I found you in the woods. You were in a really bad shape, and I took you to my home. You are safe here, and you will be just fine.”
My vision was blurry, so I could not make out who my angel was, but I saw long, red hair and what seemed to be a smile and two emerald eyes. “Who…who are you?” I asked. The angel stroke my forehead as it spoke “I, am Joan, the alpha of the Raging Waters Pack.” What? Pack? Was I hearing this right? “Um, sorry…say that again?” A melody of the angels’ chuckle reached my ears “My name is Joan, and I am the Alpha of the mighty Raging Waters Pack. We are werewolves, and you are my mate.” As I was to spoke I was stopped by a pair of soft lips, which kissed me most tenderly. My whole body seemed on fire, and my heart howled of pure joy. My whole existents seemed to have been created only to come to this point, to meet this angel, to kiss these lips… The taste was so good, and the familiar scent helped create fireworks in my mind and all around us. I was in love. We kissed until we both had to separate for air, and then I came to a surprising discovery. Joan, my angel and reason for living, was a woman.
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When She calls
RomanceGreta is the black sheep of the small town, rejected by her own mother in her late teens she moves in hope of getting a fresh start somewhere...anywhere. But just as she starts to think this to be the biggest mistake she could have made, she meets t...
