A/N: So here's my first Teen wolf Fanfic. It might seem a little bit confusing but it will all begin to make sense. This is of course the prologue after all. Review and tell me what you think!(:
Prologue
"You know, if you stare a little harder I'm pretty sure you can burn a hole through that thing." A deep husky voice whispered in my ear. Turning my head to the side I scoffed but didn't reply back."Humor me, what's on your mind?"
Clenching my jaw I inhaled slowly before turning around completely to face the man who changed my life forever."Do you really have to ask me that?"
Dark green eyes stared deeply into my dark gray ones, a heavy silence settling between us. Although I could see the man infront of me, his face remained unfocused, almost blurry. He continued to stare at me but didn't bother with giving me an answer. We both knew what his answer would be, there was no need to say anything that would not make a difference anyhow. I felt his hand long before I saw it hesitantly raise to my head, stroking lovingly through my long blonde hair.
I sighed softly, my eyes closing on their own accord feeling the strands slip through his fingers. I couldn't stay mad at him. No matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I force myself, just one touch was all it took and I was done for. couldn't fight the pleasent shivers running down my spine. He always had that effect on me. As quick as his hands appeared they left my hair leaving me feeling slightly dissappointed, but also bringing me back to reality.
He was a monster. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think for one second...I opened my eyes slowly, looking back at the faceless man. Sometimes when I overthink a certain situation I get lost in my thoughts making the balance of fiction and reality hanging on a thread. Most of the time I think that it's all just a dream and I'll wake up in my bed surrounded by my covers and not the big muscled arms wrapped around my body. It's things like this that make me question my sanity, like I'm really just crazy and that it's all in my head.
But I knew it wasn't. And I had no one to blame for that but myself. As much as I'd like to think it was all him, I knew it wasn't, though he does play a huge part in it. When I lay my head down and fall into a dreamless sleep, he is always there waiting for me. Sometimes when I wake up I could still feel his warm hands on my body leaving me gasping for air. But like always what I anticipate the most before I wake up, is to see his face.
But in hindsight, all I'm left with is the lingering touch of his lips pressed against mine and the three words that make my heart stop beating.
"You. Are. Mine."