Where The Wild Things Grow | Paul Lahote

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"Paul, you better get out of here! Go home!" The unnerved teenaged girl screamed at her boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend.

"I can't just do that! I need to explain."

Surprisingly, Paul didn't lose his cool like he's known to do. It was true, before he even phased for the first time, the guy has always been a softie when it came to her.

Her.

The first and only girl he ever loved. The only girl he ever thought was worth his time.

The only girl he chased after for five years straight. He wouldn't give up on her until she agreed to one date, which she did, eventually.

His mind wanted to reminisce the good times, the better times, but right now he needed to figure out how not to lose her.

He didn't want her to shut him out, like she's known to do.

"You don't need to explain anything to me," She yelled. Tears of frustration poured down her cheeks rapidly, she didn't care to wipe them away. She wanted him to see it. She wanted him to see her pain. "You chose Sam over me. You chose to be a little thug than be with me. I didn't know I was that bad to have you run away."

Paul shook his head. He wanted to explain but he couldn't put it in words. He needed to show her.

"So, you can have them," She said, crossing her arms and kicking her feet against the dirt. "You can hang around Sam and Jared. I won't fight with you anymore. You better go before my dad gets home."

"Talise, please." At this point, Paul was begging. The girl paused for a second, she could see the desperation in his eyes, which was something she's never seen from Paul Lahote.

She sighed, taking a small step forward. "You have thirty seconds."

Paul quickly shoved off his pants. Talise's eyes widen, she turned away from him. "Paul, what the hell? We're not having make up sex, not now...you still have some groveling to do."

"Just look at me," He pleaded, "it's not like that. I promise."

Sighing, she turned around. Paul started shaking, his body turning in a tint of red. Talise shook her head. "You look constipated–"

Paul transformed into a beautiful dark silver wolf. He snarled at first, maybe because the transformation hurt a little. Once he was comfortable, he stared at the young lady in front of him.

His girlfriend. His lover.

Talise didn't know what to say. She just watched her boyfriend turn into a huge wolf, a wolf that was five times her size.

The wolf's gaze never left hers, it was as if Paul was asking her to say something, anything.

Not knowing what to say, Talise remained frozen. She couldn't talk. She couldn't think. And now, she felt like she couldn't breathe.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head before her body fell limp to the ground.

{Where The Wild Things Grow}

She laid there, comfortably in her bed. Her mind was dazed, she couldn't grasp what she just witnessed.

Someone was in her room with her. They took care of her while she was unconscious. She felt the cool washcloth on her forehead and someone holding her hand.

So it was two people in the room. She was fine with that.

She heard her door open and close. Three people.