(CURRENTLY BEING EDITED, SO IF YOU SEE SOME POV CHANGES, CHILL, I KNOW WHAT IM DOING, I THINK)
For someone with pre-destined expectations for herself, April couldn't say she could've possibly predicted the scenarios she'd found herself thrown into; involving a highly aggressive, not to mention abusive Uncle as her guardian, and the supernatural- cough, asshole, cough- entity she'd acquired after a not-so pleasant high school party with her new friends. Who all, of course, don't know of the secrets which April keeps hidden behind closed walls.
Suddenly, things didn't seem to be going as great as April had hoped. With new hurdles being added at every corner; all of which too high for her to jump. She'd never been all that good at athletics anyway. But, little did she know how far she'd sprint, just to escape the foes chasing her heels, tracking her every movement, yearning for her head on a silver spike.
With her issues placed as her main priorities, April begins to juggle both kinds of transitioning; adolescence...and becoming the beast that prowls the night, tearing the town apart, searching for its prey.
As secrets and truths unfold, the more she questions whether her friends should be so close to her, consequently endangering their lives to secure hers. And, not to mention the unconditional feelings for the blue-eyed fugitive with a treacherous past. She's becoming less and less willing to lose any of them. Him especially.
She'd loved and she'd lost many times, and April promised herself to never delve into those clear, beautiful waters of security and warmth she'd longed to swim in. She wasn't prepared for the journey ahead of her, but she was certainly sure of one thing;
She would not lose him. Even if it meant losing herself in the process, she couldn't let him go. Their attraction was undeniable. He had her heart fluttering.
Then again, what's love without a little drama, action, love-triangles and heartbreak?
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She collapses down in front of me and runs her hands along my shoulders and down my arms. I close my eyes as she lifts my shirt over my head.
"I can hear your heart racing," she whispers.
I roll my head back as her lips press into my throat. I'm becoming so hot that it feels like I'm in transition. I run my hands beneath her shirt and up her back, pushing her closer into my throat.
"Any requests?" she says.
"Be gentle with me."
"Really?"
I smile before I grip the ends of her shirt and I tear it in half, all the way up her spine and all the way down the middle of her torso. It makes her gasp. "No," I say.
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Since meeting her mysterious saviour deep in the woods, ten things started to become clear.
1) Irresistible British men didn't just exist across the world.
2) Survival was a lot more complicated than just looking for water.
3) They were bonded together in a way that didn't make sense.
4) Her life, which was filled with so much human suffering, finally had some faint glimmer of hope.
5) She should have known that humans don't sleep walk every damn night.
6) The man ate animals raw and kept a mysterious, giant wolf as a pet.
7) Hunters will never stop looking for her.
8) She doesn't care.
9) Their desires burn for each other and it's out of their control.
10) Werewolves are real.
This is Devon and Thorn's story.
WARNING: Mature content. Sexual assault, attempted rape and violence.
There is no possessiveness or abuse in this story between the love interests. Their relationship is sweet, warm and a little bit hot.