---Draco’s POV---
I hate him...he always puts me in these stupid packs or covens or eveywhere...I dont see why I cant be left alone…..now im stuck with these damn werewolves…
Draco was awoken from his thoughts as he heard a rough, ancient like voice speak
“This is him”
“Yes, by the way adam...Thank you for taking him in. It's been difficult to find anyone.” Maverik replies while a soreful look wears his eyes.
So Adams this new alphas name huh….I don't like it..sounds like something you call a barbie dolls boyfriend.. Adam reasures “Don't worry Maverick, i’ll take care of him”
You can try…
They give each other a small smile before motioning for me to follow like some helpless child. As I exit the car I’m greeted with a large victorian style home I’m sure is as old as I am, and a tidy green lawn littered with sports equipment, chairs, and...wolves. It feels as all eyes turn in a moment of greed to stare me down like a kid stares at candy. They all follow every step I take with blank eyes like an obess…
I wish they would all just go away
While Maverik and what I assume is the alpha female handle my bags Adam leads me inside… As we walk he rests his hand on my back like I'm being whisked away from a crime scene, trying so hard to seem friendly and helpful while hiding a truth I can’t know. The moment we enter inside it feels like I've been hit by piano in a cartoon, eveyones enjoying it but me. Everyone greets Adam and acts like they’re pleased to meet me but their eyes betray them once they fill with loath and boredom. I’m not surprised by this, I mean they’ve all despised me since the first time I walked into this town. They all continue talking as Adam and Maverik “secretly” discuss what to do with me.
I’m not a pet, why must it always be “what to do with him” never “What does he need”
I decide instead of listening to the dreadful rambles of it all to wander off and preoccupy myself with odd cube things sitting on a stand and let my mind wander.
I wonder how they picked this house as a wolves den..Its so old but new all at the same time. The dark blue walls mixed with countless windows,lights and birch floor give it a suprisinly calm feeling. Almost like its beconeing for you to explore it secrets or just relax by its fire with a book. How can such a beautiful home be owned by such rough, loud, judging creatures?
Draco was ripped out of his thoughts as a familiar voice rung in his ears…… IT WAS HER..
YOU ARE READING
Why HER!
FantasíaTRIGGER WARNING------ some subjects may trigger you Draco Frost is a rarity in this magical world...he's a mix blood. No not a half-blood but a mix blood. Mix bloods are not well liked but extreamly rare as you cant birth them. They are seen as dest...
