Shadows (A Short Story)

Shadows (A Short Story)

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WpMetadataReadCompleta lun, apr 4, 2016<5 mins
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"Again the shadows came, melting from the walls. They paused and watched me, but this time they didn't just taunt me. One of them locked eyes with me and rushed up to stand by my head with insane speed. I panicked, and started struggling in my restraints. Grinning insanely, it stroked my cheek, whispering my name through it's wickedly sharp teeth. I whimpering for it to leave me alone. It's touch felt so cold, like ice. It looked up at the others, asking a silent question, and got half a dozen slow nods back in response. The shadow at my head smiled and reached out for my neck too quickly for my eyes to follow. It pressed down so hard on my throat I could instantly feel pounding in my lungs. I thrashed around wildly, with no result other than tiring myself faster. "You're ours now, girl." The shadow hissed in my ear. My lungs were screaming for air and my vision blurred, before turning to black altogether." -Excerpt from Shadows
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"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes. 'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth. "Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.

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