Danni is just your typical shapeshifting werewolf teenage girl from New Hampshire. She's got friends, a family, and a pack of twelve that she would literally die for. But what happens when Danni takes off because she can't stand certain people anymore?
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3. Chapter 3
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The boy’s skin was the same shade of his wolf’s coat and his eyes the same chocolate brown. His hair was jet black and hung messily in front of his eyes. I saw him relax as I started walking towards him.
I smiled and he seemed awed, transfixed even, by me. I couldn’t believe the gape on his face. His mouth had fallen open and his eyes sparkled in disbelief. Did I really look that bad? Granted, I’d been away from home for three days, some long and stressful three days, but I shouldn’t look too bad.
“Hi.” I said after a minute of silence.
“H-hi.” He stammered.
I stood across from him in the small circle and waited for him to say something.
Subconsciously, he took his hand and reached out and ran his burning fingers along my jaw line, staring into my eyes the whole time. Suddenly, the urge to touch him back, to feel the scorching heat of his skin, to smell his strange, but heavenly scent, flared up inside of me. I couldn’t control it and I reached out and brushed the back of my own hand up and down his forearm.
He moved a step closer, making our noses only a fraction of an inch apart now, and wrapped his other hand around my waist. I inhaled the scent of his breath and it felt like I had melted under his touch. I moved my free hand up and around his head, and he pulled me even closer.
His soft, flaming lips brushed against my face slowly, searching for mine. My lips started searching for his too, and when they found each other, both of us lost all control.
His hands were cradling my jaw and mine were entangled in his shaggy mass of hair. Fire raced through my veins and my breathing came in sharp, ragged breaths. The only ones I could manage without breaking the kiss. His scent surrounded me, making it hard to focus on anything but him and remembering how to breathe, let a lone try to regain control of myself.
I found one ounce of control, the only one I had left in me, and broke the kiss. The boy gazed back at me, stunned and panting.
“Wow.” He whispered.
“You bloody son of a bitch!” I screamed at him as I stomped forward and slapped him across the face, “I can’t believe you just did that! I don’t even know you! Err.” And, with that, I stomped off into the trees and ran.
I was almost forced to press my four white paws to move faster over the undergrowth of the forest as I heard the familiar ripping sound from somewhere behind me. My breath came steady as I focused on marker after marker that would lead me back home, if I could make it.
I could hear his breath behind me and forced myself faster, calling everyone in my pack to ask for help because of this intruder. I didn’t get any responses. Either no one was phased, or no one was within hearing range.
Crap! Looks like I’m going to have to handle this myself. I really don’t want to go home, but I really need to ditch this creep! I could hide, but then he’d follow my scent. He doesn’t seem that stupid. Shit! Where’s a vampire when you need one as a distraction?
Wait! The wolf screamed in my head.
What the hell do you want? I screamed back.Please stop running, it’s annoying and you’re going in circles. Crap! I can’t believe I’ve been running in circles.
I heard him mentally laugh.
Oh shut up!
He kept on laughing.
Fine, enjoy your little laugh fest. I’m leaving! I thought as I veered to the right and took off in the opposite direction of the setting sun.
I focused on running home, not to my house, but to Cassi. Cassi and I had been best friends since we were four, and we always told each other everything. Except for, that is, Tyler imprinting. I would go to her house, she wouldn’t mind and I’d be safe from the horror movie that my life had recently turned in to.
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