Wild Wolf
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**WEREWOLF STORY** Amberley had a good life. A loving mother and Father. She even had a vampire best friend. She was a powerful wolf and witch. Nobody knew about her powers except her best friend and her parents . It was obviously for safety reasons. But everything when downhill once HE came. HE took everything. Her beloved parents , her pack and her life. HE wanted one thing and that was her. Amberley was on the run because of this murderer. Changing names from town to town. Looking over her shoulder wherever she went. And so she went to the one place where she was sure HE wouldn't dare come. The Imperial Feather pack's territory. The most feared pack in all US and Canada. She wasn't safe there she knew that. But what else could she do. Certainly not submit to that horrible man. ************************************ SNEAK SPEEK I crashed on someone. And that's when I smell it. That intoxicatingly good scent. "MATE! MATE! MATE!" My wolf yelled in my head. I took a step back only to be pulled back into his chest. "MINE" He growled 'and took in my scent. When his wolf calmed down he pushed me back and thats when I saw him. He was a really hot piece of meat. Dark black hair and beautiful green eyes. [....] "I Alexander King reject you Alia Tennyson as my mate" he said all in one breath.
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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