It was incredibly cold. I found great discomfort in it. Whatever it was. But, where was I? What a strange dream I had. A wolf turning into a human boy. A werewolf. It was such a delusional thing to think about, there is no such thing as werewolves. Could it have been the thing Grandpa had been talking about? The shifters? Possibly… They're not real.

But some part of my mind wanted to believe it was real. I wanted to know all about the supernatural suspicions in the world. To know if what they claim to be, is real. Doesn't everyone? I groan and roll over.

I suddenly feel warmth. It touches my back and falls round my waist. I freeze for a moment, wondering what it might be. I tell myself it's just a warm blanket. Probably was. But then I feel the warmth become warmer and cover even more of my body. It touches the back of my legs and the crook in my neck. I feel hot air blowing down my top, making me shiver.

Is it even a blanket? I tense, was it that boy from yesterday? My eyes snap open at the thought. I see blackness. Too dark for me to see. I reach down, my hand touching something soft and furry. I squint my eyes, trying to see what it was. It looked brown and large, but soft and silky. Was this a bed? Maybe there was a mattress under it…

I hear a soft moan in my ear. My blood runs cold. The warm touch around my waist becomes tighter. A light whimper escapes my lips. I was scared. where am I? I hold in all the frightening shivers that wanted to shake me violently. I squirm against the unknown hold on me, wanting to break free. "What'd you think you're doing?" growled an angry voice.

My body stops working. Letting fear consume me. Please let this be a dream… My head slowly turns round. Dark black eyes capture me. It was the boy from before. The wolf. "Where am I?" I manage to squeak out in a thick voice. I cant look away. Stupidly thinking I might die if I do. "Who are you?"

The boy moves closer to me, our noses touching. "Home…" he breathes out, the warm air caressing my face. My stomach tightens unhappily, the lump that seemed to constantly annoy me, had returned, leaving me speechless. I wanted to be sick. This is not my home. I want to go back to my mother, yes, my mother. I may sound like a little defenceless child, heck, I even feel like one- but I want my mom. I was scared…

"This isn't my home…" I whisper, jerking away from him, pulling my body away from him. The boy doesn't like this and grabs my wrists forcefully, and roughly pulling me back onto the furry think I'd been lying on. I cringe and whimper at the tight hold.

"This is home. Present and future. This is our home" he snarls, pushing me tightly down with too much pressure. "Don't you dare try an leave, or else". I felt my throat tighten along with my stomach. My eyes begin to burn and sting. I couldn't stop the small cry that fled my lips…

I see the boys eyes widen for the fraction of a millisecond, before turning firmly into narrow slits. I feel the rumbling growl forming within him. He lets my wrist go, but not before pushing me down harder and jumping up and away from me. I see the outline of his dark shadow slowly disappear, followed by a bright light.

I see beyond the boy. I see trees and the grey sky. Was I still in the woods? My eyes trail back to the boy who was glaring darkly at me from the light of the entrance. He was naked like the day he was born. Long black hair brushing gently at his shoulder blades, it was tangled in knots and tats. A shadow is caster over his face. "Don't even try to escape…" he hissed, before disappearing. the curtain like thing fell back, letting the dark return. I am submerged in darkness.

I shake uncontrollably as I tightly hold a sharp and jagged rock in my hands. I was surprised I even managed to find a weapon in the dark. Now I was just waiting for him to return. I would've already run off but when I checked the first time, the wolf was back. He was standing outside and growled when I attempted to leave. So now, I was pushed up against the cold wall.

I hear footsteps approach. I tense. Was I brave enough to attack? Oh god, please let me be brave enough…

The curtain like barrier to the light was ripped back, revealing a wet and tall boy. The boy who kidnapped me. My heartbeat sped up as I crouched down and pounced up. I sharply pointed the rock at him, just inches before I could touch him. But, he saw this coming and flicked his hand out, slapping it away from both him and my hands. The rock flew against the wall. My hands stung with the painful contact.

I suddenly found myself up against the wall, my feet not touching the ground. "What do you think you're doing?" he snaps out in a rage "You were planning on attacking me" he snarls, more a statement than question. I tremble with fear. "You need to learn your place". The boy roughly grabs the front of my top and throws me over toward something soft. The bed, no doubt.

But I had learned it wasn't a bed. It was the skins of animals. Bears mostly. I scramble backwards and back up against the wall. I shift closer to a small corner, cowering away from him. The boy walks toward me like I was some sort of prey. He towers over me with clenched fists. I back down instantly, crouching in a somewhat pleading way. "Stand up" he snarls venomously. I flinch, but don't oblige.

This irritates him. He grabs the front of my top again and forcefully hauls me up. I gasp at the suddenness of his approach. I am squashed in the corner, large hands on ether side of my head and deep dark eyes boring hatefully at me. "You will listen to me" he snaps "Do what I want you to" he goes on "And answer me everything I want to know. Right?" he barks the last words out.

I gulp, my throat once again tight and unable to breathe properly. I only manage to bob my head.

"I didn't hear anything" he growls.

"Yes" I choke out thickly, scared out of my mind.

"Much better…" he whispers, his face coming closer to my own. But before I could jerk and thrash around, be whispers more words to me. "My name is Jacob. You will call me Jake" he demanded. My breathing hitches when his nose grazes along mine "Tell me your name".

I swallow the lump stuck in my throat with force "Lucy…" I whisper "My name is Lucy".

A dark smirk follows soon after. Jacob dips his head to my ear, his hot breath tickling me "Well then Lucy, you're mine now"

But before I could jump and scream, his wet lips slammed down on me. I wish I was dead…

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