The tiny,but Big Bad Wolf(BWWM)™

Chapter 20

Connor's POV

The light shone in my eyes, as Howley and I walked closer and closer to it, until we were consumed by it. This place looked so familiar. It was the meadow.

My dreams.

All of it was real, they were real.

"My home." Howley said softly.

"It's beautiful." I said truthfully.

"It really is, all types of different creatures live here." She said looking into the distance.

"What type of creatures?" I asked.

"Vampires, mermaids, fairies, elves, witches, warlocks and other creatures that are told not to be real." She explained.

"Wow." I said awe.

"I was actually friends with some of them, but my greatest friend of all was a vampire. His name is Derrick., my best friend since birth." She said turning to me.

"Is he nice?" I asked.

"He's a bit too nice, he's the opposite of me , but I honestly don't know how we're best friends." She said sitting on the grass.

I'm a bit jealous of their connection.

"Well, they do say opposites attract." I said sitting down beside her.

"But, are we the opposite?" She asked looking at me with big eyes.

"We actually are." I said leaning in closer.

"Perfect." She whispered, getting closer to me.

Our lips were brushing against each other and as I was about to kiss her a voice shouted out.

"Howley?! Is that you?!"

We both turned to see a guy around the same age as us, with grey eyes, blond hair and around 6"2.

"Derrick." Howley said walking towards him.

That's the vampire?

"Where have you been? Everyone was looking for you and your pack. I thought you were dead." Derrick said sadly, with a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Don't cry, I'm here." Howley said hugging him tightly.

I stood there awkwardly with jealousy bottled up inside me.

They pulled away and Howley turned to me.

"Derrick, that's my mate Connor." She said with a soft scowl.

"He's human?" He asked looking down on her.

"Mhmmmm, my human." Howley said softly.

"Congrats, Scowly." He said with a smile, as he put his hand on her head and rubbed it hard.

Howley growled and stomped her foot.

"Stop pestering me with that idiotic name." Howley complained, smacking his hand.

"Awww come on Scowly Howley." He continued.

"If you don't want to see one of your fangs hanging from a string around my neck, you should stop." She threatened.

Derrick looked pretty pale and frightened afterwards.

"Howley I must ask, what are you wearing? It's pretty strange." Derrick said analyzing her.

He was wearing some very old fashioned clothing, like when the first camera was invented type of old.

"Remember how witches and warlocks can travel through different eras?" She asked.