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Chapter 30
Stiles
Later that day – still March 8th – I woke up to a loud crash and a blinding flash of light.
Shit!
Everyone else was still asleep, even though it had only just gone eight in the evening. I was still between Derek and Peter, with Isaac lying across my legs... Wolfy was still in my hand, now in a death grip as thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.
I could feel my heart beat speeding up, could feel the irregularity of each beat.
I flinched with every vibrating rumble, tried to hide at every explosion of light.
Stupid thunder storms.
Still clinging tight to Wolfy, I grabbed the duvet not too far from me, lifting it up and sliding down until I was completely underneath it.
"It can't get me. It can't get me. It can't get me!" I repeated to myself, my voice rising in pitch as the thunder sounded again.
I was shaking.
I was sweating.
I was breathing harshly.
Even stuck between Derek and Peter, two people that always made things better when I was a kid, the thunder storm was still scaring me...
I had no idea where the irrational fear came from.
Astraphobia, Astrapophobia, Ceraunophobia, Keraunophobia are all terms for one thing: the fear of thunder and lightning.
I know, one phobia can be called four different things!
I had this abnormally fear, ever since I was a kid, and nothing seemed to be able to stop it... The thunderstorms ever induced panic attacks when I was younger, not that my dad cared after everything went to shit with us.
Mom had been the only one that could calm me down enough to stop me from getting close enough to having a panic attack, but even she couldn't stop the bone rattling fear!
As I saw another flash of lightening threw the small gap in the duvet, I flipped over onto my stomach, burying my face into the fur on Wolfy's back and the pillow in front of me, winding my arms tightly around the toy wolf cub, putting my hands over my ears and clenching my eyes shut as tight as I could.
Sometimes I just wished I was normal!
RUMBLE! FLASH!
I couldn't help myself. As I buried myself further under the covers and started to sing.
It was what my mom used to do... It was just habit, I guess.
"Room on the third floor
Not what we asked for
I'm not tired enough to sleep
One bed is broken,
Next room is smoking,
Air-conditioning's stuck on heat.
Outside it's raining,
Hear the guest upstairs complaining
about the room that's got their TV too loud,
'Cos its times like these remind me
That I gotta keep my feet on the ground"
This song – Room on the Third Floor by McFly – was one of the last songs mom sang to me. It was during a storm back in 2004, it was horrible...
So she sang this song to me...
"Wake up early
Round 7:30
Housekeeping knocking on my door
"Do not disturb" sign
The back of her mind
I must've left it on the floor
(Yeah)
My eyes are hurting
'cause the cheap nylon curtains
Let the sunlight creep in through from the clouds
Cos at times like these remind me
That I gotta keep my feet on the ground
Na na na na
Na na na naaaa
Na na na na
Na na na naaa
'Cos its times like these remind me
'Cos its times like these remind me
'Cos its times like these remind me
That I gotta keep my feet on the ground"
It only made sense that I sand this to myself, quietly... Well, it made sense to me, but it probably didn't make any sense to anybody else.
Well, maybe Derek... He might understand.
But that would mean having to tell him about the very stupid, very embarrassing phobia.
"Na na na na
Na na na naaa
Na na na na
Na na na naaa
'Cos its times like these remind me
(Times like these remind me)
'Cos its times like these remind me
(Times like these remind me)
Cos its times like these remind me
That I gotta keep my feet on the ground."
While it helped with breath control, it didn't exactly help with the flinching and the jumping. Nothing ever helped with the flinching and the jumping...
It was then that an especially loud snarl of thunder echoed around the room, the noise always made louder with my enhanced hearing.
It just made it all the more worse.
With a high pitched whimper, I did the only thing I could think of: pull both Peter and Derek closer.
I didn't mean to wake them up; I was actually hoping they stayed asleep, to be honest. I just – for some reason, needed the two closer. I mean, they were the closest thing I had to a Pack, considering how close mom had been with the Hale family.
But, they did wake up. Both of them.
While Peter woke up slowly, Derek jerked awake. But the first thing either of them did? Place a hand on my shoulder and asked – simultaneously – if I was alright.
I just lay there, head buried in the pillow, hands covering my ears, yet still clinging as tight as I could to Wolfy, shaking just a little.
Geez, ANOTHER flash of lightning?!
"Still scared of thunderstorms, I see." Peter sighed, softly, rubbing his hand over my back.
I just nodded, pressing my hands harder over my ears.
"Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop." I chanted, voice muffled by the pillow.
"It'll stop in its own time, Gen." Derek murmured, quietly. "It's alright."
Nope, nope! Coming to get. Going to get me. No. Don't let him get me!" I whispered, huddling closer towards Derek.
Guess I should explain that, right? The 'him' bit?
Well, could you blame me for doing that when the first time my dad attacked me was during a thunderstorm?
I'm not kidding!
It sounds cliché, but there was lightning lighting up his face, bouncing off of the metal on the knife and belt. The thunder mixed in with voice, the harshness of both battling each other.
Before, when I was younger, I was scared for no reason at all.
As soon as dad finds out I'm gay? My fear of thunderstorms increase.
The first time I had a panic attack during a thunderstorm after that first time; dad beat me so hard that I black out. I had bruises covering my torso like a t-shirt, belt marks criss-crossing on my back, knife marks dragging from my shoulder to my opposite hip.
So, yeah, I think I have reason to be freaking out.
I guess Derek and Peter both thought I was talking about Zane... I was fine with them thinking it was him.
While the Betas stayed asleep, Derek and Peter kept themselves awake for as long as they could.
I guess it was a good thing that I woke up the people who didn't work and didn't need to be anywhere early, even if it was Sunday the next day.
I mean Boyd worked at a bakery, Isaac at a library, Danny at a computer shop, Scott at Deaton's. The four of them were at their respective work places every weekend, as well as some days during the holidays. If I woke either of them up, it could prove problematic for when they had to get up early for their shifts.
Peter, the old man – ok, not old, he was only thirty-six, almost thirty-seven – was back asleep by three in the morning. I mean, yeah, I know that was kind of late, but come on, after sleeping most of the day you think he could have stayed up a little later.
Derek, on the other hand, was still wide awake.
"I sleep really lightly." I told the younger Hale, after a small silence. "I wake up at the smallest noise... So I can't sleep through a storm. I can fall asleep to noise in the background, but as soon as a new one joins it, I'm up straight away."
"I'm like that." Derek nodded. "Ever since the fire, I haven't slept properly... It feels like I'm waiting for it to happen again."
"I had that feeling all the time in Dallas. Only mine did happen again. And again. And again. And again."
Derek said nothing.
To be honest, I would have to. I mean, how do you respond to that with words?
Derek didn't have to. He just put an arm around my shoulders again, pulling me into his side.
"We'll keep you safe." Derek told me, sounding so sure. "We'll always keep you safe."
Despite the thoughts of all of this being a lie – my attraction to Derek, I mean – I still couldn't help but lean into the warmth he was providing, the comfort. It was something I hadn't had for just over nine years...
You missed it a lot, especially when you start to associate all touch with pain.
Derek was asleep again by five that morning, lasting only two more hours than Peter.
From then on, I was awake all by myself, while the storm outside raged on... But, I did notice that Derek still had his arm around me. Both arms, in fact – one around my shoulders, the other round my torso.
It shouldn't have felt as nice as it did!
I resigned myself to just lying there, Wolfy in my arms while I was in Derek's, just thinking. Thinking about how different all of this could have been if I hadn't moved to Dallas. If dad had gotten the Sheriff job here instead.
I knew I shouldn't linger on the 'what ifs', but sometimes I just couldn't help myself.
Before I knew it, it was half six. I was sometimes up and out earlier, in the kitchen getting breakfast done... But I couldn't bring myself to drag myself out of the puppy pile until now.
My ribs hurt from where I had flipped onto my stomach, and from where I started to get up. But I ignored the pain. Ignored it to, instead, get upstairs and change, before getting into the kitchen.
Man, I never thought I'd be so domestic...
By seven o'clock, the coffee was done, the bacon and sausages and eggs were on, the table was set. Now I just need to wait for the food to finish so I could plate it up, fix the coffee in the right mugs and, of course, wait for the others to get up and get a move on.
It was if I had flicked a switch that, as soon as I thought that, the first one woke up.
From that moment, it was like dominos – one by one they woke up.
Just like every morning, they were all back downstairs by the time food and coffee were set on the table, everyone yawning a good morning as they took their usual seats at the table.
It was the same as every morning – apart from when I was in the hospital... It was like we were one big family...
Well, they were, I was like that creepy friend who always seems to just be there... Kind of like how Peter was the creepy uncle who always seemed to just be there.
But, hey, Peter had always been a little creepy.
In the good... Wait, what am I saying? There's no good creepy! Only good insane... Which Peter was!
Every time I started to fall asleep, I would, somehow, end up jerking myself awake. For the life of me, I don't know what it was, but I would just suddenly snap awake again, as soon as my head started to fall.
The storm was still raging on outside...it wasn't like I was going to be able to sleep anyway.
It was easy to tell that they were all worrying about me. I mean, even without my heightened senses, I would have been able to tell that they were worried.
It was so damn obvious.
At some point, someone put on the TV. I couldn't remember who, I couldn't remember when. All I know is they had. The news channel was playing in the background, everyone just sitting around talking quietly – everyone accept Derek and me –, trying to wake up. Boyd, Danny, Isaac and Scott especially, since they had to get to work soon.
And then I heard it.
A name I hadn't heard in a long while.
"Carl Thompson was arrested, on the edge of a forest, in Beacon Hills..." the reported announced.
"Hey, guys, be quiet!" I panicked, turning the volume up on the TV.
"Thompson is known to the police as a drug seller, and has been spotted trying to sell such substances to many underage inhabitants of Beacon Hills." the reporter continued. "And, today he has been taken into custody after being caught. Be sure to keep watching for the full story."
I switched the screen off, wide eyed and hands shaking ever so slightly. Groaning, I dropped my head, dragging my knees up to my chest until I was curled into a ball.
That wasn't supposed to happen!
Knowing they were all staring at me, I decided to spare them the time in asking... I knew I was going to tell them anyway, so I may as well just skip straight to me talking.
"Zane introduced me to a lot of people, when I was back in Dallas." I sighed. "Druggies, alcoholics... They were always drunk and/or high. Carl was one of them. Carl's actually a genuinely nice guy... Zane and co. got him addicted and he couldn't stop, couldn't get out of it."
I shook my head slightly.
"Carl had no one to go to. His family had chucked him out and disowned him... He had no one. So he had to stay with them. And the only way he could get what he needed, was if he sold the drugs for them." I continued. "He was the only one that was nice to me... I wouldn't exactly call him a friend...more of an acquaintance. He doesn't deserve this."
Such a great way to start the day, right?
By eleven that day, I was left in the living room with the three girls.
Boyd, Danny, Isaac and Scott had gone to work, while everyone else was doing their own thing.
I had no idea what the girls were talking about, I just sat there listening to music on my laptop, the songs blaring through my headphones.
Death surrounds
My heartbeat's slowing down
I won't take this world's abuse
I won't give up, I refuse!
This is how it feels when you're bent and broken
This is how it feels when your dignity's stolen
When everything you love is leaving
You hold on to what you believe in
The last thing I heard was you whispering goodbye
And then I heard you flat line
No, not gonna die tonight
We're gonna stand and fight forever
(Don't close your eyes)
No, not gonna die tonight
We're gonna fight for us together
No, we're not gonna die tonight
Yeah, so what, I was listening to Not Gonna Die by Skillet... It was a good song!
Break their hold
'Cause I won't be controlled
They can't keep their chains on me
When the truth has set me free
This is how it feels when you take your life back
This is how it feels when you finally fight back
When life pushes me I push harder
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
The last thing I heard was you whispering goodbye
And then I heard you flat line
No, not gonna die tonight
We're gonna stand and fight forever
(Don't close your eyes)
No, not gonna die tonight
We're gonna fight for us together
No, we're not gonna die tonight
I always liked listening to this song... Where before it was just something loud for me to listen to, now it almost felt like hope.
Don't you give up on me
You're everything I need
This is how it feels when you take your life back
This is how it feels when you fight back
No, not gonna die tonight
We're gonna stand and fight forever
(Don't close your eyes)
No, not gonna die tonight
We're gonna fight for us together
No, we're not gonna die tonight
No, we're not gonna die tonight
Not gonna die
(Not gonna die)
Not gonna die
(Not gonna die)
Not gonna die tonight
It was probably a stupid thought, but it did... It was almost like hope.
And then straight to the next...
I'm so badly broken
I blamed myself, you're so pathetic
You've moved along but you won't forget me
If there's a million different reasons why,
You left it all behind,
Then try me (you'll say anything)
When love has lost all its meaning,
You know,
You know I'm not alright,
This is where I draw the line,
I've tried to run, I've tried to hide
But I'm so badly broken
You know you swept me off my feet,
And now I'm stuck beneath
The bridge you burned on top of me
And I'm so badly broken.
Ah, yes. These guys were one of the ones I found not so long ago. Badly Broken by Get Scared.
I'm sure you got the best excuses
To keep me at your feet
It's all you got to clear your conscience,
Take a good long look at me!
You see a shell of what I used to be,
And can't get close to anyone or anything
Like how I thought it should be
When love has lost all its meaning,
You know,
You know I'm not alright,
This is where I draw the line,
I've tried to run, I've tried to hide
But I'm so badly broken
You know you swept me off my feet,
And now I'm stuck beneath
The bridge you burned on top of me
And I'm so badly broken.
You've lost your chance (your chance)
And you will never get to love me again
The sky has opened up (opened up)
And I can finally see the sun
And what it was, it was!
I thought this described me quite well... I mean, as soon as I heard the lyrics the first time round, I had to take a moment to just sit there and stare at my laptop.
You, you know I'm not alright,
This is where I draw the line,
I've tried to run, I've tried to hide,
But I'm so badly broken
You know you swept me off my feet,
And now I'm stuck beneath
The bridge you burned on top of me
And I'm so badly broken.
You know,
You know I'm not alright,
This is where I draw the line,
I've tried to run, I've tried to hide,
But I'm so badly broken
You know you swept me off my feet,
And now I'm stuck beneath
The bridge you burned on top of me
And I'm so badly broken.
And you will never get to love me again
This was a good song to listen to after all the shit I went through with Zane. I mean, come on, you guys don't think so?
And, on to the next one – hey, I had at least three more I was going to listen to!
You've got me shaking from the way you're talking
My heart is breaking but there's no use crying
What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes
If I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die
Sticks and stones could break my bones
But anything you say will only fuel my lungs
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be loved
You pollute the room with a filthy tongue
Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up.
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck
Before an audience of death.
Another one by Get Scared, this time Sarcasm.
You could be the corpse and I could be the killer
If I could be the devil, you could be the sinner
You could be the drugs and I could be the dealer
Everything you say is like music to my ears
You could be the corpse and I could be the killer
If I could be the devil, you could be the sinner
You could be the drugs and I could be the dealer
Everything you say is like music to my, music to my ears
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be loved
You pollute the room with a filthy tongue
Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up.
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck
Before an audience of death
(Before an audience)
Good beat, nice and loud... This was the kid of song people expected me to listen to all the time...
Failure find me
To tie me up now
'Cause I'm as bad, as bad as it gets
Failure find me
To hang me up now
By my neck cause I'm a fate worse than death
What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes
If I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be loved
You pollute the room with a filthy tongue
Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck
Before an audience
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be loved
You pollute the room with a filthy tongue
Watch me choke it down so I can
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck
Before an audience of death
(Fuck you all)
Cheery right? Yeah, very cheery.
Next one? Next one.
Do you know what's worth fighting for?
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away and you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside, you're in ruins
One, 21 Guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 Guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I...
Yeah, that's right; I was listening to Green Day, 21 Guns.
When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
Your faith walks on broken glass and the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last, you're in ruins
One, 21 Guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 Guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I...
Don't judge, it was an awesome song.
Did you try to live on your own?
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire?
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone
When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died, you're in ruins
One, 21 Guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 Guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
One, 21 Guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 Guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I
Probably not the best to play to Derek and Peter but, hey, they weren't here right now!
Just the girls, me and my laptop.
The girls were still talking about God-knows-what... It was probably something I really didn't want to hear! So, I just continued with the music listening.
NEXT!
For the first time in a long time, all my thoughts are making sense
But you tell me that I'm crazy for all the time I've spent
Just piecing this together, while you're begging for attention
Accusing me of giving up, when that was never my intention
But I guess you'll never understand
Cause you always think you've got the upper hand
Before you go, I hope you know
You're turning into the person that you hate the most
Don't tell me I'm to blame
Cause you brought out the worst in me, why did it take so long to see
That I'm just fine without you, fine without you
So, you probably have no clue at all what this song is! It's Fine Without You by Woe Is Me.
So tell me, tell me who you're trying to impress
Cause once again your plans fell through, and I'm stuck here cleaning up your mess
You tell me I'm not being fair, I'm not being fair
Why don't you save all that for somebody who cares
And I know you'll never understand
There's no way in hell that we can just be friends
Yeah, I just happened to stumble upon it one day, I liked the way it sounded... So, obviously, I liked it.
Before you go, I hope you know
You're turning into the person that you hate the most
Don't tell me I'm to blame
Cause you brought out the worst in me, why did it take so long to see
That I'm just fine without you, fine without you
I'm strong enough to say this now, you've got your head stuck in the clouds
And sooner or later, this world will chew you up and spit you out
Before you go, I hope you know
You're turning into the person that you hate the most
Don't tell me I'm to blame
Cause you brought out the worst in me, why did it take so long to see
That I'm just fine without you, fine without you
I had weird taste in music, right? For liking all these different genres.
I know people thought that, they don't have to say it out loud!
I could tell.
It was as that song finished, that someone tapped my shoulder. So, pressing pause and taking my headphones out of my ears, I turned.
"You tapped?" I asked, grinning up a little at Erica.
"Tell us something." the blonde demanded, dropping down to sit beside me.
Sighing, I closed my laptop, placing it on the coffee table. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to get back to it.
"Like?" I asked.
"Anything." she replied.
So I just quoted someone.
"Two of the brightest stars in the night sky are Altair and Vega. And it is said they were deeply in love, but forever separated by the celestial river of the Milky Way." I told them, slowly and softly. "But once a year on the seventh day of the seventh month, Vega cries so hard that all the magpies of the world fly up and create a bridge with their wings so the two lovers can be together for a single night of passion."
And they just...kind of...stared.
"Where did you hear that?" Allison whispered?
"Raj said it on The Big Bang Theory." I beamed, snickering slightly as their amazed expressions died. "Oh, you guys love it!"
The next day – Monday, March 10th – while the Betas were at the university, Peter and Derek decided it would be the best time to go grocery shopping. And, of course, they dragged me along with them.
Usually, I wouldn't have minded. But I don't like being dragged places.
I did have $20 dollars from doing odd jobs for Deaton. I tried to tell him no, but he slipped it into my pocket without me realising... So, I guess I could find some use for it.
I suppose it was better, just the three of us. I mean, it was harder to keep track of everyone when we were all out together, so smaller groups were better for shopping.
Plus, we got around the store faster with only three of us.
No arguments.
No debates.
No whining.
No bitching.
No scowling.
No glaring.
No moods.
So, yeah, three was way better than eleven! In this case anyway.
Of course, we ran into a bit of trouble at the checkout.
We were waiting in line behind this woman – no older than twenty eight. The majority of what she had was baby items – formula, dippers, etc.
She was short by $17.
People could see she was stressing out. Obviously she really needed this stuff.
Yet, no one was helping this poor woman out.
But that was fine. I still had the $20 in my wallet.
So, taking out three $5 and two $1 bills, I handed them over to the guy behind checkout.
I swear, everything just stopped as people stared at me, watching what I was doing.
"What?" the woman breathed, gaping like a fish, blinking owlishly.
"Ma'am, I know you're probably going to start yelling, saying you don't need my help..." I said, quietly, staring at the ground with my hands shoved in the pockets of my jeans. "But I don't like watching people struggle when I know I can help."
"Thank you."
That was all she said before she took her bags and left, smiling kindly.
Now it was my turn to stand there and blink owlishly.
Peter was still going on about my 'heroic act' on the way back home.
Home.
I liked – no, loved – being able to say that.
Home!
I just rolled my eyes at the older wolf, smiling slightly at his childish antics.
"Never grew up, did ya, Peter." I chuckled, watching as Peter – basically – prance to the back of Derek's Camaro to grab some bags.
"Why, my boy, why would you ever want to grow up?" Peter smirked. "It's far more fun being so 'childishly insane', as Derek likes to put it."
"Oliver used to say the same thing."
That made the two Hales stop, staring at me a little.
"It's true. He said the exact same thing!" I insisted. "Don't you remember?"
FLASHBACK: Thursday, August 27th 1998 – Derek's POV
The day after Genim's fourth birthday – I was still ten, but I was almost eleven – he and Claudia stopped by.
It was always fun seeing the little squirt, he was always fun to just muck around with! Laura and Cora never liked playing with me, because I liked to go in the mud...
Gen was like me; mud was a plus, being clean was a frowned upon!
So, you couldn't really blame us for getting really muddy... It was the rules!
"I swear, those two will turn me grey before I'm forty!" I heard dad laughed, as I chased Genim in front of the house.
"You think you're not grey yet, Olly?" Uncle Peter chuckled. "Well, I have some bad news then."
"Oh, shove off, Peter."
"Is that any way to speak to your dear brother-in-law?"
Dad and Uncle Peter were silly; they were always speaking like that to each other... Mom and Claudia said they do it playfully, that it was how they showed that they loved each other...
It was still silly.
"Those two are childishly insane!" dad sighed, fondly. "No wonder you get along with the boys so well, Peety."
"They are children, Olly."
END OF FLASHBACK – Back to: Monday, March 10th 2014 – Stiles' POV
"You remember that?" Derek asked, with a small smile, surprised.
"I started remembering a lot of things." I shrugged. "That's just one of them."
Later on, before the Betas were due back from the university, I was sitting out front, on the porch. I still wasn't ready to go back in the woods, so sitting/pacing just outside the house was just going to have to do for now.
I was sitting there, thinking of what it would be like if I was normal.
If mom was still alive.
If dad got the Sheriff position here in Beacon Hills.
If the rest of the Hales never died in the fire.
If I never forgot the Hales in the first place.
If, maybe, I met the Betas at school.
Life would have been simpler.
Easier.
Better!
"Why couldn't I just be normal?" I sighed.
A strong gust of wind blew as a fog started to spread on the ground.
I scrambled backwards, pushing myself onto my feet and against the wall of the house, looking around to see where it was coming from, wondering if it was someone in the Pack playing a joke...
But I would have smelt them.
I would have known...
The only thing I could smell was the fog and the house and the forest... That was it, nothing else.
But then she – a fairly good looking, I guess, brunette with grey eyes – was standing right in front of me, screaming in my face as soon as I caught sight of her.
Her scream seemed to paralyze me...
I couldn't move.
I couldn't speak.
I couldn't do anything!
Her thin, pale hand closed around my throat, squeezing tightly. Tight enough to hurt, yet not tight enough to completely cut of my oxygen supply.
I couldn't get her off of me.
She tilted her head back, exposing her throat and letting her long, wavy hair fall away, her mouth open in – what looked like – a silent scream of...pleasure?
Only then did the notice the almost ghost like wisps that were leaving me and entering this pendant around her neck.
But that wasn't what shocked me.
What shocked me was that one wisp looked suspiciously like a wolf with red eyes, while the other looked like a fox with purple eyes...
Then, as suddenly as she appeared, she was gone.
Completely vanished.
Along with the fog.
But that wasn't the only things gone...
I could no longer feel my wolf or fox!
Please, please review XD
Thanks so much XD