Chasing A Dream

1. Woken Up

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Tara's POV

A light moan escaped my lips as I felt his canines running along the bare skin of my neck. Desire overwhelmed my body as I leant into him. A banging noise in the distance distracted me and I pulled myself up looking around my room. It was then I noticed I was alone in my bed. It had all been just another dream.

'Tara, can I come in please?' The high pitched voice of my sister whispered through the whole on my door.

'Ugh sure Sarah.' I moaned flopping over so I was lying on my belly with my face birdied as deep into my pillows a possible.

'I heard noises coming from your room. I was worried about you.' Peeking up from my cushions I noticed she was stood in my doorway looking at the floor with the purple dragon teddy I bought her for her eighth birthday. Since then she's become attached to it and sleeps with it every night. Sometimes she even carries it around everywhere with her but usually she never brings it near me which I've always thought was strange.

'Can I come cuddle you in bed?' her tiny voice seemed to echo around the walls of my room. At first I didn't respond just frowned. This caused a worried expression to flash across her face till I let the corners of my mouth twitch into a smiles at this she broke into her classic beaming smile.

'Of course you can silly!'

Before I'd finished talking she was already climbing under my blanket. For a young wolf, her speed always seemed to surprise me.

As she lay beside me cuddled into my arm, I noticed the difference in our features once again. Our mother (Angie) had long dark brown hair that cascaded past her shoulders and down her back in flawless curls. Her tanned complexion made her seem like an all time beach goer and her deep brown eyes were the opposite to my fathers (Timothy) vibrant blue ones. His hair was a floppy mess of golden strands. Sarah took after our father with her gleaming blonde hair that fell in messy waves to her shoulders but she had our mothers deep brown eyes and tanned complexion.

I on the other hand was the odd one of the bunch. My hair was a bright auburn and it flowed right to the middle of my back in tight ringlets. My skin although smooth and free of any blemishes was still paler than the Christmas snow. Yet amongst my horrible untameable hair and horrible skin, I have the brightest green eyes in the world. I've never seen anyone with eyes close to the colour and gleam of mine. Their uniqueness is my best asset.

All the while I've been comparing our differences my sister has had the same look of love plastered on her face. Her thumb stuck in her mouth while she sucked away. Her secret obsession with sucking on her thumb was our little secret that we have kept from our parents since they finally thought shed broken her habit at the age of seven.

A loud rumble from my belly brought me back to reality as I realised the hunger growing inside of me.

'Sarah, how do you fancy pancakes, maple syrup and jam?'

Her little head nodded in appreciation.

'Come on then, race ya there!'

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Sarah's POV.

As I sat around the island in the middle of our kitchen, I couldn't help but be entranced by my sister. She stood over our cooker, dressed in sweatpants and a tank top with her greasy hair tied up. In her left hand she held a frying pan filled with sizzling and spitting pancake batter. I could tell by the distant look in her eyes that something was bothering her, but I knew better than to ask as she wouldn't tell me anyway.

I've always respected and loved my Tara, she's been my idol growing up. However even after all these years, our relationship is still me confiding in her but when I turn it round she changed conversation. I don't think she realises how much I care about her happiness.

I was snapped from my thoughts as she dropped a plate with a pancake on the place may in front of me. My sister is the best cook I have ever come across, any boy that happens to be her mate will be damn lucky! Although, I can't see her sitting around and being a house wife for the rest of her life. That will never happen to her. She's far too strong minded and well she can be a bit of a jerk when she wants to so she'll give any guy a run for their money.

I completely lost my train of thought as I stuffed the end of a rolled up pancake smothered in syrup into my mouth. The sweetness making my taste buds tingle as I revelled in the amazingness that is pancakes.

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Okay, so I won't be writing paragraphs at the end of each chapter or the beginning as I know how annoying it can get. It'll probably only be this one time, just to let any readers know that I will be uploading to this story every couple of days if not everyday. Happy reading and don't forget to comment or vote to show support or criticism :)