Hours had passed since Emma had brought that injured man into her home. She watched over him, making sure to clean hers and His wounds every time they needed it. As she removed the wrap and gauze she had applied to his chest, his eyes began to open, revealing a bright green color. He looked at Emma for a moment before seeming to panic and shooting his body upwards, only to fall back in pain. "Be careful." Emma warned, cleaning his wound. "How did you get all these injuries?" She mumbled to herself, unaware of him being able to hear her. "I don't... Remember..." His raspy voice said, making him cough. Emma sighed and finished rewrapping his wound, then stood. Smiling softly at the man, "Well, you are -" He suddenly reached out, gripping her arm firmly, but not enough to harm her. "What happened?" He asked curiously, looking at her shoulder which had almost completely healed, leaving a scar. "A wolf attacked me. I don't know why. It's never done this before, it only ever watched me from afar." She explained, removing his hand from her arm. "You must be thirsty. I'll get you some water." She said, finding a need to be away from the now conscious man. Quickly walking towards the kitchen, she sighed and leaned against the sink. Grabbing a glass cup from the cabinet she filled it with water, but she looked at her reflection and dropped the glass. Hearing the sudden sound of glass shattering the Male in the other room painfully got up. Limping his way to the kitchen he looked at the Auburn haired girl who was now pale and staring at the ground with her hand still in the motion of holding the cup as the shards of glass fell at her feet. The man furrowed his eyebrows curiously and worriedly, 'What happened to this girl...' He asked himself before something whispered within him, 'Female... Protect... Emma...'
"Emma... Are you alright?" He asked, watching the girl snap out of her trance and hold her hand to her head. "I... I'm fine... I guess I'm just tired, I'm seeing things..." She mumbled, watching as the man walked close to her, trying to ignore the pain and soreness of his healing wounds. "Go sit down.. I'll clean this up." He said softly. Emma was about to protest when her eyes met his, making her stop every bit of protest within her. She simply nodded and walked to the couch and sat down, holding her head in her hands. 'What was that..?' She thought, trying to get a grasp at what she saw. It just couldn't be real, There's no way. She grit her teeth in confusion and irritation, 'What is going on?! First a Wolf Attacked, Then a Man showed up seemingly injured by said wolf, and now I am seeing shit?! ' She thought in annoyance. She heard a relieved sigh from the kitchen and looked over to see the man staring at her. In that moment she got the chance to take in the Man's features. He seemed to be around 7'4 with a lean, muscular build. His eyes seemed glow with a hidden motive. Suddenly, Emma seemed to notice that he had said he name without her telling him. "Ah... How do you know my name? Just, who are you?" She questioned, standing and putting a hand on her hip. The man furrowed his eyebrows in thought before mumbling, "How do I know her name...?" Emma sighed, hearing this and ran her hand through her Auburn hair. "My name is Marcus." He said softly, looking away from her. "Marcus...?" Emma said, allowing the name to roll off of her tongue. "Alright, Marcus. Do you have anywhere I can-?" She began speaking but cut herself off as she heard the engine of her Father's truck approaching. She mentally panicked and pushed Marcus in the direction of her room. "Hide in the closet. Don't come out, whatever you do. Don't come out unless you hear me tell you it is okay to do so." She ordered, hearing Marcus' confused and annoyed grumbles.
After she got the closet set up as a comfortable area for the man as quickly as she could, she closed the closet door, hushing him. Quickly she threw on one of her oversized hoodies to hide the now scarred shoulder. She rushed out of her room, cleaning up everything as best as she could to not leave a trace, and sat on the couch. The front door opened just as she did. Looking over she saw her drunk father, but surprisingly also drunk mother. 'Both of them?! Mom never drinks.... ' She thought to herself as she stood from her seat. Her father smirked at her mother, and grabbed her waist. Knowing where this is going, Emma retreated to her room, hearing the two move upstairs to their room. She sighed out and turned on her radio, making it loud enough to block out her parents, but not loud enough for them to hear. She walked to the closet and opened the door, letting Marcus out. She walked over to her bed, laying down and groaning into her pillow. "You okay, Em?" Marcus asked sitting down on the edge of the bed. Something about the nickname, when hearing it from his voice, made her get chills. She looked over at him and smiled, "I'm fine.. Just, both of my parents are drunk." She said softly, sitting up. She grabbed a book off of her nightstand and sat with her back against the wall, and her legs stretched out.
After a few moments she felt warmness on her bare thigh, along with a slight weight. Looking down she saw Marcus had laid down on her lap, a small blush coating his cheeks, as though he had no contact with a female before. Emma smiled fondly, as she ran her hand through his surprisingly smooth hair, and continued to read. Questions swarmed the girl's mind as she glanced from her book to the male that lay against her. 'He's a stranger. I never met him before. Yet, here he is, laying on me like he has known me forever. What is this connection?' She thought, placing her lips in a firm line. Unaware to the two, jealous, piercing eyes glared at them through the window from the woods.
"Mine... My mate.. My... Emmalyn..."
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Hidden Origin
Werewolf(First Book in the Sealed Fates series trilogy) Emma Hunter has always had a growing interest in Wolves and The Woods that rest behind her home in Sandpoint, Idaho. She was often the kid in school that would stare out the window in class off in the...
