I took a slow step back, feeling the leaves, which I hadn't noticed before crunch beneath my feet. I could practically hear my own heart beating through my chest. The angel and devil that sat upon my shoulders, for once, agreed, telling me to get my ass out of there. But something inside of me wouldn't let me move. My feet were frozen in place. The wolf had its head raised like it was waiting for me to do something. My eyebrows furrowed together. What is with this wolf, this freakishly large wolf? If I were an animal, I would've attacked. They don't have any feeling. They just know what to do to survive. Like, a wolf wouldn't feel bad if they killed me, they wouldn't think any thing of it. I stared into its eyes. They were a pretty gray color. The wolf itself was a large gray wolf with black highlights. It honestly was a beautiful creature. took a step forward. Closer to me. Its snout nudged my neck. Smelling me, it growled, lowly. that sent a wave of fright throughout my body. All of a sudden the wolf mauled my body onto the forest ground. Its snout wrinkled growling at me. When I tried to move backwards, I regretted it in so many ways possible. I felt a sharp pain in my neck. I cried out, feeling tears roll down my cheeks. Why me? My vision started to blur. After a few times of blinking I worked up the nerve to open my eyes completely. The wolf was off me, looking around. I hadn't heard anything, but then again, I was a little distracted. I started searching the area with my eyes, not capable of moving my neck. The wolf suddenly darted, fleeing the area. I started to moan out in pain. It was becoming unbearable. I slammed my hand to my neck, trying to stop the pain, the pain started to ease though. Instead of stopping it decided to spread throughout my body then go back to the unbearable pain that was in my neck. I screamed, hoping someone would hear me. I started to give up. Maybe this is my time. I started to close my eyes. Stomping foot steps were coming towards me. "Damn, we need to go after the wolf, whatre we going to do?" a masculine voice said, to his acquaintances, "Go! Ill stay," an angelic voice said. I was now panting, trying to hold on to life. The people left, all except one. They started to walk towards me. I opened my eyes, with all the power I had left. Embry. He was shirtless. His abs we so touchable, kissable,. He leaned down to the unwounded side of my neck. Inhaling. "Look at me," He demanded stern but soft at the same time. I don't know why but I felt a need to obey him. I looked him in the eyes. They were stunning, like every other part of him. He seemed to relax. Then tense up again as his eyes laid upon my neck. "stay still, Ill make it better," He whispered soothingly in my ear. I trusted him. For some reason I felt like I could trust him with my life. He touched my wound softly, grazing his fingertips against the bite. He leaned down to it. Gently kissing it. I was surprised, but in a good way, a very good pleasurable way. I gasped but besides that stayed quite. He kissed it a few times. The pain seemed to be going away. Not like I was in too much of a daze to notice the pain but like he was my own antidote. He then parted his lips licking my wound. Any other time I would find that extremely weird, but when he did it I found extremely sexy. He then started to suck the bite mark, the pain has completely diminished now. Gone. He pulled away, to my disappointment. His face was still serious, lined with a little worry. "T-thank you," I looked down "That was...amazing," I felt blood rush to my cheeks. He looked off into the distance. "Come on," he said ignoring my comment, getting up, helping me do the same in the process. "Where are we going?" I asked him. "Emily's." I nodded, once again trusting him with everything. We got to a clearing. No one seemed to be around. "no one is here." He said reading my mind. I relaxed. He led me in and upstairs to a neat room. He sat on the bed. I stood there, awkwardly. Rubbing my arms for warmth. I studied him. He seems like the type to keep to himself. Quite, a closed book. He doesn't smile much, or laugh. He is so attractive. His lips are plump and rosy. So kissable. I couldn't resist any longer. I walked over to him, I sat on his lap, straddling him. He looked at me shocked. I bit my lip, before grabbing his head a pushing his face to mine. As soon as his lips connected with mine, I had to moan. His lips separated, giving me entrance for my tongue. Which I didn't hesitate to do. His mouth tasted of mint and cinnamon. He flipped us over. Laying me down. His elbows supported his weight. He hovered over me, staring down at me. I was panting for air, his breath was completely calm and controlled. " We need to talk," I nodded, letting him go on. "Do you believe in 'werewolves'?" He questioned completely serious, but I couldn't help but to laugh. "Not necessarily," he nodded, "Well that's going to be a problem...Listen, do you trust me?" He asked, searching my eyes for anything dishonest. I raised my head, "More than anything," I said truthfully, "good, and do you find an attraction to me that's unexplainable?" I bit my lip and nodded, "Good. That's because I'm your mate." I rose a brow at him, "what" I trust him but what the hell is he talking about. "Mate. Also known as an imprint. When I first was around you I felt a pull towards you. When we first made eye contact, that's when the world stopped mattering and you only remained important. Just you. Nothing else mattes anymore. I need to be there for you. To protect you when you're in danger. Care for you when you're hurt or sick. Love you when you're lonely. Love you always. I already do. If you don't love me, I don't care I will always love you. Whether you want me to love you as a friend, brother, or lover is your choice. Personally I will always love you as the latter (as a lover) but I cant force you into anything. Everything hit me. And it hit me hard. Mates. Werewolves. . Embry. "I-I'm sorry I cant-I cant do this," I got off of the bed and ran down the stairs, and outside. That's when I left. This is where things get interesting. Where things get confusing and most of all things get hard. My name is Joyce, and im secretly in love with Embry Call, yes, the werewolf.