Chapter 4
Vanessa's pov
I slept for what felt like days, I had went to sleep at three-thirty PM, and it was now nine PM. Five and a half hours. I tried to go back to sleep but I just couldn't. I heard a lot of people downstairs. I remember Cody saying something about a pack meeting later. That explained it. I heard a voice in particular that caught my attention. It was deep and rough, but gentle. It was like he had this hard exterior, but his sensitive side was just dying to come out. I grabbed my crutches, and remembered that I was upstairs, I don't care if I do fall, I have to catch a glimpse of his face, whoever he is. I managed to get down stairs without injuring myself more than I already was. The stairs were in the back by the Kitchen, so I could peer in the doorway without anyone noticing. I saw him from a distance. I knew it was him when he spoke. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I knew it was him. He had long, black hair. Tan. russet skin. His shirt was off and I almost passes out when I saw his abs. He was excruciatingly tall. He had blackish- brown eyes. I had no clue who he was, but I knew one thing for sure. I was completely head-over-heels in love with him. He was a werewolf, no doubt about that. I heard someone coming and headed for the stairs. I didn't want to look away, but I had to. I went back up the stairs and climbed back into bed. Smiling contently. I closed my eyes and opened them automatically. Every time I closed my eyes or blinked I saw his perfect face. I couldn't help but feel like we were made for each other. Is it possible to love someone you haven't even met? It had to be. I feel so cliche. I closed my eyes, prepared this time, and smiled. Now I knew living here would be great. I wonder if all the meetings are held here... I kept my eyes closed and drifted off to sleep. Thinking about this perfect person, who I had no clue who he was, or even what his name was. I feel so helpless. Loving and yearning for someone who you don't even know. I had never been in a relationship. I was too busy fighting off my father. Maybe now I could focus on me. Me and that mystery man in the living room. I dreamt of my mystery man that night.