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Cynthia:

I was different. I could tell. My bones felt stronger. My senses heightened. Looking around I was still in the hospital bed. The sad hospital bed. A memory of all the things that had gone wrong within my life. 

"Cynthia..." A crash, as a tray dropped to the floor and Shane came running over. For some reason. I felt different. I couldnt feel the familiar pull towards Shane. For some reason though, I did not care. I swung my feet around, looking Shane in the face and smiling.

"Hiya!" Then I walked past him. As if nothing happened. He grabbed my arm pulling me to him and all I felt was repulsed. The urge to push him away was so strong. I could feel the bile rise within my throat.

"Cynthia you need to rest!" 

"Dont tell me what to do!" His grip loosened and I walked away. The feeling of repulsion disappeared and I immediately felt better. So I walked and walked, right out of the house and onto the wooded path towards the rest of the pack. I felt drawn there. I could hear my name being called from behind me but I had already broken off in a sprint. The closer I got to the pack, the happier I felt, the safer I felt. 

Then it hit me. The sickening sweet scent. I was running faster and faster my heart pounding. It was then that I saw him. His fiery red hair, dazzling white smile. I had made a fatal deal with the devil and this is where our lives attached.  His smile, it wasn't a smile of a happy man, it was a smile of a man with a plan. The fiery eyes lingered on my body, following my curves all the way up to my eyes.

"Well hello darling..." 

I breathed in, a shudder running along my spine. How could he be having this effect on me? I already had a mate, I had pups. Young pups. Yet this enchanting scent beckoned me. 

"Who are you?" I already knew the answer.

"Oh sugar dont be asking silly questions now... " He stepped closer. My breathing hitched. How was this happening? He was getting closer, I couldn't move, I couldn't think. Paralyzed. Not with fear.  Yet what else could cause this?

"What have you done to me?"

No answer, just his hand cupping my cheek, sending a storm of electricity through my body. I leaned in to his touch radiating in the bliss he was providing me. 

"Stop..." I begged. Yet I already knew, I didn't want him to. His hand moved from my face, leaving a cold longing in its stead. No. No. I needed the warmth back. I needed him back. Without thinking, I lent forward allowing my lips to catch his, he gasped not expecting the suddenness of the kiss. It was hungry, not passionate not full of love, just a hungry lustful battle between our mouths. Then he pulled away and I pouted, drawing in ragged breaths.

"Now I know that you are mine doll..."

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Hey guys look whos back from the dead. I am really sorry these past few years have been hard for me and I just dont feel inspired anymore. Im going to finish this story though. I hope you like it so far and if you have any suggestions let me know.