Cat Lover But a Wolf Lover Too. (werewolf lovestory) [Under Construction!!!]

Thats One For Tankers! Chapter 6

   Tyler's Pov:

    "Ah-h um-m…"  I could feel the heat rising to my face and the words that I were trying to speak get stuck in my throat. I couldn't form anything close to a sentence with those eyes staring at me. But wait? What does he mean by what did I do to him? Does he think that I hurt him. Because I don't think a girl like me could do this much damage to him. 

   "I will ask you again, Who are you and why am I here!" I still couldn’t say anything. I don't know if its because of the intensity of his eyes or that his voice is almost making me pee my pants, I can't tell. He tried to sit up but instantly cringed because of the sudden movement.  His face changed into one of intense pain and placed on of his hands on his rib cage. I followed the moment of his hands and realized that there might be something wrong with his ribs.

With me still not answering his questions, I got up and headed to the kitchen to get some ice and a towel. Once I got the ice from the refrigerator, I put it in the towel and went back to the man laying on my couch and gently placed the ice on his rib cage. he jumped when the ice made contact with his skin and made a weird noise deep in his throat. It sounded like a growl but I wasn’t too sure.

"why did you that!? It's cold!" He yelled in my face and it took every once of me not to start crying.

     "Well it is ice, its supposed to be cold." I said quietly under my breath. I really hoped he didn't hear me but by the scowl on his face he did hear it. I focused on keeping the ice pack on his wounded ribs and not to make eye contact with him. I feel that if I stared to long into his eyes I'll start melting like the ice I was holding. he tried to take the ice off but I swatted his hands away.

 "Tyler." I said quietly to him while still pressing the ice pack to his side.

  "What?"  His eyebrows were scrunched together.

     "Tyler. That's my name." I looked up at his face. I made eye contact with him and I held his gaze. I didn't know how long we were staring at each other until Tanker came over to where we were.

  "Oh Tankers." I took my hands off the ice pack and was glad that it stayed. I picked up the little kitten and he licked my nose then looked over to the man on the coach then his fur started to puff up and he let out baby hisses.

     "What's wrong Tankers?" He is never like this with strangers. So I don't know why he's acting this way? Was there something wrong with Tankers? Or was it the stranger in my living room?

Matt's Pov:

  "Tyler." She said with eyes still focused on the ice she had put on my ribs.

      "What?" At first I didn't know what she was talking about. Does she think my name is Tyler?

   "Tyler. That's my name." That makes more since. I woke up to this strange girl and in a strange room. Don't remember how I got here but I do remember the rouges. Maybe they dropped my off after beating me.

   "Oh Tankers" She said. I saw that she took her hands off the ice pack to pick up a tiny orange kitten.  The absence of her hand left me feeling even more cold than the ice alone. The name Tankers did not seem to fit a kitten of that size but it didn’t really matter to me. What I did find confusing was that the little thing started to hiss at me. It was most likely because he could smell the wolf on me.

   "What's wrong Tankers?" she looked confused as to why the kitten was hissing. The kitten had puffed up his fur to look intimating but he looked more like a blow dried rat. I have never been a fan of cat. I find them a terrible companion. Cat's don't show loyalty like dogs will. The only time they do is when they get hungry.

   The little cat reached out of Tyler's grasp and unexpectedly scratch any part of me that was closet to him, which happened to be my already scratch and bruised arm. I let out a growl, low enough for only animal could hear and pulled my arm close to my chest. I could tell that the little fuzz ball heard me when it cowered into Tyler's arms. But he still continued to hiss at me.

    "No bad kitty." Tyler lightly flicked the kitten on its nose and got up. Probably to go put it in her room. This is perfectly why I'm more of a dog person and why hate cats.

Tyler's Pov:

  Tankers scratched him. Why did he scratch him. He's never been a violet kitten. Either there is something up with Tanker or something is off about that boy.

  I went down the hall and put Tankers on my fluffy pillow. I could tell that Tanker's was still upset about the boy so I forced him to lay down on my pillow and lightly petted him until his little brown eyes closed. I walked back out of my room back to the boy and noticed he was sitting up and that he was trying to stand up. I quickly put my hands on his exposed back and lightly pushed him back down. It wasn’t that hard because he was so weak from what ever caused this much damage to him.

   "I don't think you should be getting up just yet. Your wounds are still healing."

  "Don't worry I'll be fine." He tried to get up again but I pushed him down harder.

    "No I'm not letting you go until you better, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I knew you left with all those wounds." If he left in his current condition he would most likely passed out from blood loss or ran into the guys who did this to him in the first place and get even more hurt.

 He let out a deep huff and laid back down. "Fine I'll stay but only for tonight, then in the morning I have to leave." after he said that his stomach let out a ferrous growl.

"oh my god you must be starving. just wait a moment I'll get you something to eat. Do you like pasta? I can make some?" I was franticly speaking to him. How could I have forgotten to feed him. He must be starving. Even though he hasten been here for that long but he is using up a lot of energy healing himself so of course he would be hungry.

"No, pasta is fine." He said. I got up and was heading toward the kitchen when he suddenly grabbed my hand. His large hand fit perfectly around my tiny one. "By the way, my name is Matt." He told me then he let go of my hand.

     "Alright I'll try and make it as fast as I can, Matt." I turned back to the kitchen and got out all the things I would need to make the pasta. I got out a big pot, noodles and red sauce.I filled the pot with wated from the sink and lefted the heavy pot onto the stove. I lite the stove and paiently wated for the water to start boiling. I couldn't help but notice how warm his hand made my hand feel. My hand felt cold without his there. Even though it was for a brief moment I still could faintly still feel it.

So his name is Matt. I suites him very well, he looks like a Matt.

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Sorry its short, but at least i wrote something.

I have been getting ready to leave for my vacation

So I haven't had much time lately ':)

But I going to try /(^.^)/

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From your writer, CoffeeDrinker13

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