From the early 1800's, the legend of the Demon Wolf begun. Known to be last of its kind, the demon wolf stood over 5ft tall, been told to have the strength of 5 wolf alphas together. The last wolf was a female, her fur rusty brown like an old oak tr...
Getting changed into clothes, Damon walked in as I done up the button on my jeans. He just stood in the doorway staring at me. "I'm sorry." I apologised, Damon's eyes softened. Him walking towards me, he brought me into his chest. Frozen, he wrapped his arms around me. Feeling his hand rub my back, I sighed in relief.
"It's ok, you just a bit rusty with your people skills." He held my head in his hands. "But the beginning of you getting better is apologising to Elena, it's requested by Stefan." Sighing heavily, I took his hand as we headed downstairs. Hearing Stefan and Elena arguing, she was threatening to tell the sheriff. Stefan was just trying to get her to sit down, Elena's eyes glared over to Damon and I. She jumped in fear, knowing what I was.
"Get her away from me." Elena's voice trembled, she knows these two are vampires. Why can't she be calm knowing I'm a giant wolf?
"She's not gonna hurt you, she's just a big puppy at heart." Stefan tried to reassure her some more, feeling Damon's arm go over my shoulders.
"Come on Elena, stop being a party pooper." Damon begun, looking up to him he added. "Don't wanna have to kill you now."
"Damon." Stefan lowered his voice warning him, remembering a fight between them when I was first found by Damon.
"Damon! You can't keep that!"
"Stefan, it is a She. She just lost her family, she's scared. She needs people like us to take care of her."
"How do we know she won't kill us?!"
"Look at her." Damon crouched down beside me, rubbing the fur between my ears. "She just needs to learn who to trust."
Not long after that moment, I followed Damon onto the battle fields. What he called War. "So what's your full name?" Elena questioned me breaking me from my trance.
"Nikki Winchester, but it's Salvatore for when I need to go to the doctors." I explained.
"Wait... Winchester? As in Dea-?" Stefan cut her off.
"Dean Winchester? The world known monster hunter in the 1800's. Yeah."
"The best hunter that ever walked the earth." Damon kissed my cheek.
"May I ask what happened to him? It was never classified how he died in the books." My eyes turned the cold steel blue they get when one of my emotions peak, lowering my head. Damon pulled me into his chest.
"Her Dad was murdered, by a human when she was a baby. She was adopted into a wolf pack, she's the only one of her kind. Damon found her in the middle of her pack being slaughtered, we kinda adopted her." Stefan gave her the short version of my story, I could smell the sympathy coming off of Elena. It was disgusting.
"I'm so sorr-." I cut her off this time, getting out of Damon's grip. I said before I took off to the pack garden.
"Yeah whatever."
"Nikki!" Damon yelled at me, hearing him take a step. Stefan yelled at Damon.
"Damon! Let her cool off, she won't go far."
Getting to the back garden, my heart was pounding out of my chest. Having a shortage of breath, I placed my hands down on the ground. Balancing myself so I could sit on the lush and freshly cut grass, laying down on my back. A sharp pain flew through my head, growling. I closed my eyes, feeling another sharp pain go through my head. Opening my eyes all I saw past a few wooden bars was him.
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His voice, his musky morning voice calmly saying. "What's wrong babygirl?" As if he was beside me, I felt a huge shock wave go through my body. Like pins and needles, I flipped onto my stomach. On all fours, I roared up to the the night sky. Crying for my dad, crying for something I couldn't even remember a lot of.
