Anthony's PoV
"Casey?" I ask feeling my insides turn at the sight of red eyes inches from my own, cold breath on my face, pitch black darkness, everywhere but his/her eyes.
"Yes," the eyes say, "Its me." Her voice isn't cracked or scratchy nor is it scary, but I hate to see what I've done to her.
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[Earlier That Day]
"Anthony, please wake up." I can hear her voice and see her face but she's scared, "What's wrong?" I ask Casey. I hate to see her like this, eyes red and puffy with tear stained cheeks. "I had a dream," she says with more fear than anything in her life, "Someone, they, they," she says taking her time. "They what?" I ask probably sounding more scared than her, "They stabbed you," She says, in that tone of voice like when you have just taken a drink of something and your voice still sounds stuffy.
"I have something I need to tell you," she says, sounding sad and happy all at he same time. "What? Is something wrong?" I ask sounding sad and sad all at the same time, "No, I made my mind up," I get skittish, "Tell me, please," I say, "I don't want to be a were wolf, I want to be a human.
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Blood Love and Werewolves
Teen FictionOkay so Im writing this story for my friend Britiany. She's a really good friend so one day at school I asked her to pick out a story idea because I was blank. I would tell you what she wrote down but that would ruin the whole story so enjoy.
