(The Bad Boy's Forbidden Love Story)
Heather Langstorm. Not much words to describe her, except she's a calm teenager. But when provoked, you won't live another day. That's because she's a teenage werewolf.
Werewolves and vampires are enemies and mu...
My werewolf pack leader couldn't be a vampire. That's not impossible. It doesn't even make sense.
As soon as the class ended, I tried to find Dylan in between the busy crowd of students trying to get to their classes.
"Dylan!" I screamed, hoping he would hear me.
"Yes. Are you okay?" I heard from behind me. Yes, it was Dylan. I would always suspect it was him.
"Can we go somewhere less noisy and crowded?" I asked, screaming at the top of my lungs.
He nodded and made his way in front of me. I followed him into the janitors closet. There was barely enough space for two ants.
"Quite small. Sorry, usually the janitors closet is quieter." He said.
"It's also extremely hot here. Anyway, you said that guy was the vampire." I said it was extremely hot in here.
"Yeah. What did he want from you?"
"Dylan, he's my pack leader."
Dylan pushed himself out the closet.
That's it? Thought so, Dylan probably realised he was wrong. Okay then. I guess I can look forward to going home tomorrow.
"It's really hot in there. Yes, the pack leader. Then we have nothing to worry about." Dylan walked away.
"Ouch!" I squealed. Dylan turned around when he heard me. I looked down at my hands. My claws were coming out. They were growing from my fingernails.
"What's happening?" He asked, walking toward me.
"I'm shifting," I answered.
"What, now? Why? Don't you guys need a full moon to shift?"
"That's a stereotype. Full moons make werewolves stronger, especially if you were born a werewolf."
"The forest, it's not far."
"Dylan. I don't know what to do. It's my first transformation." I told him.
He stared at me. Dylan then grabbed my arm and dragged me outside, in the back of the school.
The forest was just behind the school gates. It was always dark and wet in this forest.
"Aah! It hurts Dylan." I said as we walked into the forest.
"It's okay. I'm here. Now what?"
My eyes turned red. The last thing I remember was looking at my hands and seeing hair grow. I needed the pain to stop.
I awoke, hours later next to a lake. Dylan was there, he was standing with his back facing me. I looked down. My clothes were not on me. That's why he wasn't facing me! Awkward.
"I went to your room while you were out. I brought you a dress and a sister." He said and then he walked away.
"A sister?" I repeated.
"Yes, a sister." I heard. It was my older sister, Stella.
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"How did you get here?" She threw me with my dress. I caught it and quickly put it on. I'm sure nature was scarred to see me like that.
"That vampire called me from your phone. He told me he needed help because you were shifting." Stella explained.
"What colour was I?" I asked. I always imagined being a white wolf. That was so rare. I was probably a white wolf.
"You were a black wolf," Stella said. Me, a black wolf. Impossible. Well not really. The fur I saw grow from my hands was black.
"And I'm in control, right. My eyes went red. Because I know for a fact before I shifted everything I saw was tinted red."
"Slow down, fewer words. And yes your eyes were red. Do you know how rare that is?"
I knew I was something rare. I'm one in a kind. I'm as rare as rare things come.
"But-" Stella continued.
"But?"
"You weren't a normal wolf. I mean you were a wolf, but you were walking in your hind legs." She said.
Hind legs? That's not normal. Wolves walk on all four legs. Every werewolf I know shifted into a wolf that walks on all fours.
"Okay. That's not normal. Anything else you're leaving out?"
"You were massive. And not like when your dog walks on his hind legs. You were like 8 feet tall. You were massive and, and large and tall and super furry." Stella smiled at me. It was a faint smile. As if Stella was disappointed.
"I wish I could transform. Here I am, telling my sister things I wish I had." She said.
I'm a terrible sister. I forgot, Stella never shifted yet. She never even found her wolf mate. Most werewolves find their wolf-mate at 16 or 17 years old. Stella was twenty-one.
"Come on. I told the school I'm taking you home." She took my hand and we walked away to her car. I looked back at the lake. Quite an exotic lake. It was pitch black.
Dylan Guard was pretty much the only name in my head. He wanted to help me. I could have killed us both. I could have ripped him to shreds and his blood would have killed me.
I wonder if Stella would tell mom and dad about the type of wolf I transformed into. Dylan Guard. Yep, that name popped into my head again. I can't get my mind off him.
