The Blinded Love

A girl with long, curly hair sat there, her eyes wide with a hint of fear in them. My hair is most peculiar, in my mother's words. A light blue starts from the roots of my hair, getting darker and darker till it reaches black. Most boys find it attractive.

Why did I find it fearful to find my mate? Was I scared he was going to be too dominant? Or was I afraid he was to reject me.

My wolf smirked and said sassily, "It's true you know. You want someone to care about you for once. Even though you have your mother, and your father your not really feeling complete. You need someone who can pleasure you, who can sleep in your bed, give you cuddles, kisses. Everything. And," she said. "I'm sure he's not too far away. I can smell him, I can hear him. But what I really want. Is it to taste him."