"CHAPTER NINETEEN
He was a werewolf. The thought sounded odd in my head. I couldn’t imagine what it’d sound like saying it out aloud.
I think I was freaking out.
Luca’s face looked desperate, as he reached out for me, pulling me closer to him.
I could feel his heart thudding in his chest, and everything in me relaxed as soon as I got within proximity of him, and his scent filled my senses. But part of my mind, the part that wasn’t so infatuated with him, was screaming silently at me.
I kept seeing it all over again, on replay in my head; the way his clothes had torn and how he suddenly wasn’t a man anymore; a wolf had stood in his place. The blood on his body, and his nakedness certainly weren’t helping me put a stop to the images flashing in my mind.
I probably would have thought I’d hallucinated everything back there; thought that maybe it had been a bizarre daydream, but Luca, his presence before me, made it all so bloody real.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out of it. I couldn’t think of a single thing to say. A part of me wanted to yank open the driver’s seat door, and run out of here as fast as I could, screaming as I went, but another part of me didn’t want to be apart from Luca. I still felt sluggish, like I was here, but at the same time not. It felt like a dream, like I was seeing everything outside of myself, almost as though I wasn’t the one sitting here, but just a spectator in someone else’s wake up call.
A wake up call that came at you like a slap in the face.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for this. Everything I knew or thought I knew about the world was shifting, rearranging itself to assimilate possibilities that I never thought probable.
“Mila, I don’t know what’s running through your mind. But, I’m not a monster.” His voice crac..." http://wattpad.com/story/1778448
