"Okay, now you're just pulling my leg and being cocky." I shook my head with a scoff, standing from the bed.
"Oh yeah, then walk out of the room." He said, like it was a challenge.
"Fine." I shrugged, knowing he was going to be wrong. I walked over to the door and opened it, stepping out. I sucked in a breath when my shoulder started pulsing lightly.
I turned to him, my eyes wide. What is going on? What is happening? I stepped back into the room and dropped onto the bed. I stared at the fabric of the bed, mouth gaping as I tried to comprehend what this meant.
"Ryleigh, there's something you should know." He whispered, breaking me out of my trance. I turned back to him and noticed how fast his breathing was. He fidgeted with his hands and I could tell he was nervous.
I don't think I'd ever seen him so anxious before. What could possibly be so bad that he's this uneasy?
"In order for you to understand... everything, then there's something I need to show you." He said and I shook my head.
"No, last time you showed me something, I ended up in huge amounts of pain." I shook my head, backing away.
"Well," He drawled and my eyes went wide.
"No, Remington!" I yelled and he shook his head quickly.
"No, I mean, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. I just don't know how you'll feel about me afterwards." He said and I sighed. After all that he'd done up to this point, I still couldn't hate him. I was still enamored but his looks. I was still entranced by his touch. I still melted at the sound of his voice. I physically could not resist him, even though I wanted to.
He grabbed a pair of sweats from a drawer and tossed them at me. I looked at them in my hands for a second.
"What are these for?" I asked and he glared at me. I looked down, suddenly aware I wasn't wearing any pants.
"You're not leaving this room without them. Nobody gets to see you like this but me." He grumbled and I rolled my eyes. I pulled them on and looked back up at him.
"Happy?" I sighed and he nodded, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the house. I couldn't help but smile when his warm hand enveloped mine, igniting sparks in me.
We were right outside the back door now. He let go of my hand and I frowned, instantly wanting it back. He turned away from me and stepped forward a bit.
"Just," He daughter, pausing. "Please don't be scared. I would never hurt you."
"You realize my body literally convulsed because of you, right?" I asked and he shook his head immediately.
"No, that's because you left me. I didn't know you were going to do that. I didn't know it would hurt you that much. It's different with you. I don't know anything about how this works!" He started to yell, getting frustrated.
"How what works, Remington?" I asked and his face softened. He looked so worried right now.
He stepped a few paces again and turned his back to me. I took a deep breath, waiting for what was to come.
Then, I heard a twig snap. No, not a twig. I watched as his body snapped and contorted. I let out a blood curdling scream, my heart hurting at watching him in pain
"Remington!" I screamed, running towards him as I heard his bones snapping. I gasped, taking a step back as his skin ripped apart, fur sprouting in various places on his body.
I heard him snarl as his face elongated and formed into a snout, his teeth sharpening like daggers. Then, he turned to me. He was on all fours, his eyes pitch black.
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Playing His Games
WerewolfI shifted uncomfortably in my seat as he stared across the table at me. I could seriously drown in his eyes. He was intoxicatingly attractive and he had to know it. That's why he was acting strange around me. For some reason, he looked at me as if...