Ok. So this is my very first story. My attempt at a Teen Wolf story. There will be more chapters to come, but again I say "I'm new and have never published any of my work on here before." Reviews are welcome and I'm not affraid of a little constructive critisim. If you have ideas for where I should go with this story please pm me. Also I will post some of the music that I listen to each chapter.

Song: Punching In a Dream-The Naked and Famous

I felt a stinging pain hit my right side. It felt like something erupted inside me. I ran a little faster through the dark woods of Beacon Hills trying to get away from the awful crack of gunfire. My mind boggled with the steady increasing pain spreading through my middle. The four legs that carried me were starting to collapse. My chest heaved with heavy rapid breaths. Trying to pull more air in. I couldn't get enough, and finally face planted to the ground next to a tall maple tree.

My vision blurred as I started to loose consciousness. The gunfire started to fade into nothing as my eyes shut and my body gave up. I faintly remember the feel of bones shifting back to human form as I was filled with a glorified silence.

I rolled over on something soft and grunted when I felt the pain shoot through my side. Sunlight streamed in through a window above the mattress lying on the floor. The smell of burnt wood wafted heavily in the air around me. I looked to my left and saw a charred wall. The same went for the other three. In the center of the third wall was a half burnt door with no knob. I rotated my head so that I could look at the wall above my head. There was another door that lead into a bathroom if I would have to guess. I was busy in my observations and didn't notice that someone had walked into the room until I heard a deep voice.

"So, your awake? How are you feeling?" The really gorgeous guy asked. He was possibly the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He had jet black hair slightly spiked in the front. Beautiful green eyes that reminded me of fresh spring grass on a sunny day. A hard set jaw with some overnight scruff. My eyes slid down to his impossibly wide shoulders hid under an old leather jacket. A tight long sleeve black shirt buttoned at the neck conformed to tight muscles that slightly flexed under my gaze. I know I should have stopped gawking but I just couldn't. My eyes trailed down a thin athletic waist to thighs covered in black jeans. The jeans snugging what I could only imagine to be an outstanding package! Yes yes. I was eye fucking him. Shamelessly I might add. I could feel my undies start to get damp and licked my lips subconsciously. My eyes glued to his crotch for what seemed like 5 minutes.

I tried to sit up but winced at the pain that shot through my midsection. In an instance El Hunko was kneeling beside me with my head in his (uhh hmm) big hands. My eyes connected to those unbelievable green eyes and I was instantly captured. His soothing voice slipping into my sensitive ears.

"Shhh. Don't move. You need to lye still and sleep." Yea, he pretended like my whole eye banging him didn't happen.

It took every ounce of my will power not to reach out and grab him by the back of the neck to mash my lips to his full ones.

"What's your name?" He asked velvety smooth.

My eyes glazed over as I replied, "Maine. Maine Journey." Those delicious lips curved ever so slightly upward. His eyes still hadn't left mine. Oh Yea! I was falling for this romantic fairy tail bull. The shining knight coming to the damsels rescue. Hey, if I was lucky I might get to kiss those beckoning lips. Yep. My panties were saturated. In a minute I'll be a pile of goo. Then it dawned on me! I wasn't wearing panties. Or anything for that matter. Nothing but a thin sheet.

I tried grabbing at the sheet pulling it tighter around me. Eyes still locked to his. Gently I felt a hand come up to mine and tug it back so that I was no longer grasping at the thin white sheet. He broke eye contact with me and laid my head down on the pillow. His gaze roaming over my face, down my neck, and to my chest. Oh no! I could feel my nipples start to pebble under his stern gaze. His smirk turned into a devilish grin. I didn't need my empathy abilities to tell me what he was feeling. The same as me. Horny! He traced one hand down my side over the sheet and started to lift it when I smacked his hand. He didn't flinch only stopped to turn and give me a low snarl.

He started lifting the sheet slowly up and sliding it out of his way over my flat tummy. Making sure that all goodies were still covered. He rolled me slightly to my left side so that he could inspect my wound. Great! Now my ass cheek was sticking out. Oh how lovely. Now I wish I had tanned my ass along with the rest of me. He removed the bandage that I hadn't realized I had been wearing and I winced when he grazed a finger over my sensitive side.

I looked at face watching as a contemplative look crossed those gorgeous features. One eye brow lifted, his lips pierced together. When he furrowed his brows together I knew something was wrong.

"What? What is it? Am I ok? I'm not gonna have like some big gaping hole in my side am I?" I questioned in an panicked voice.

And for the first time since he stepped up to cradle my head in his hand he spoke. His voice amused with my sudden interest in myself. "No. No I don't think your going to have a gaping anything." He mocked. I sighed and relaxed. But then I realized there was more to his answer and for the first time since I woke I dared a glance at my side. There was no hole. Only a scar that showed where a bullet hole had once been. Hmm. That wasn't going to be easy to explain.

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