There in the clearing with me stood a silver wolf. It stared at me like I was a glass of water to a person who just came out of the desert after days.
The wolf walked toward me, and the smart person I was –hint the sarcasm- walked closer. The wolf came within inches of my face, he slowly layed down. I lowered to my knees and slowly reached my hand out to his head. I gently placed my hand on his head on his muzzle and I started to scratch. His tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth. He looked really happy. It was kinda cute.
There was a low growl from across the cleaning. It was a pack of about three more wolves. One snapped at me and I yelped. The silver wolf stood up in front of me as a shield; he snapped back at the russet wolf as if telling them to back off.
I slowly began to stand up; they were still in their little growl off. The other two wolves were trying to break it up. The next thing I felt was pain in my back as I went flying into a tree. Then darkness consumed me.
My head hurt so much. And why was it so hot?
I opened my eyes. I was in a grey room. It was very masculine. I looked up. This made me feel dizzy. I touched my head, it was wrapped in gauze. I was lying on a large man russet color man, he was lightly snoring.
This man was so handsome. I had my legs draped over his legs and his arms were around my waist and one was gently splayed across my ass. I should've freaked. Like I said I was weird. I layed my head back on his shoulder. I found a lock of his silky black hair and started to play with it.
My mystery man slowly opened his eyes and buried his head in the crook of my neck, and he inhaled deeply. He pulled his head from my neck we looked into each others' eyes a contrast of his brown and my light blue. It was like we were made for each other I saw the deep absolute adoring love in his eyes.
"What's your name?" he asked as he started to play with my chocolatehair like I had just been doing with his. It went down to past my waist. He pulled it to his nose and smelt it. I thought I heard him mumble something about 'lavender'.
"I'm Lina...La Fay."
He repeated my name over and over. While tucking my hair behind my ear.
"Where are you from?"
"New Orleans"
I felt him tracing circles on my back. I relaxed into his embrace. "My name is Paul, Walker."
"Where am I?"
"A small town called La Push; it's in Washington on the Olympic peninsula."
"Hm. I've always wanted to go to Washington. Kinda cold though."
"I could warm you up."
I pushed myself up, "Listen I don't know you, and you don't really know me so why don't I just grab my clothes and I'll get out of your hair."
I tried to get up, but his arms were like steel girders around my body. He roughly pulled me back down and we made eye contact I felt him starting to lightly shake. He looked really pissed.
"You're not going anywhere, got it."
I looked at him like he was crazy "What?" I asked softly.
He flipped us so I was lying on my back and he was straddling me. I realized then that I was only wearing a large grey shirt, and he was wearing boxers. He leaned down and started to kiss my neck, one hand was on my thigh and the other was traveling up the shirt.
I gasped, "Stop."
He froze. I started to tremble. When I was younger something happened to me that made me lost my memory from the age of 11; anything that happened before that. I had always had a fear of men and being touched, but Paul was different. I yearned for his touch. It was like whenever he touched me my veins were full of fire. I just met Paul and now he was telling me that I wasn't going to leave and how he was making me hot and horny.
"Why?" he growled.
"I think we might me taking it too fast, please, I'm just a little scared."
He looked me in the eyes and kissed me passionately once more before he rolled over onto his side beside me.
"I love you." He told me and got up and left the room.
This is so freaking weird. I stood up. The room taken up mostly by the bed and there was a window that showed a scenic picture of the beach and the woods. I went over to a closet and found a pair of really big P.E. shorts the black tank top I was already wearing. The shorts were like pants on my 5' 7" frame. I found a brush in my back pack and brushed my long black hair out.
I slowly opened the door and hear voices coming from downstairs. I followed the scent of pancakes and coffee to a crowded living room and kitchen.
When I walked down the stairs I was greeted by many sets of eyes.
