" dude, do you know
who that was ? "
" no . . . "
" that was derek hale ! "
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 . . . katherine's life gets thrown into a whirlwind after she figures out that her best friends a werewolf. she's pulled into...
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𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑥 . 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐭, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡
I woke up with a start: a loud gasp escaping my mouth, my body shivering, and cold air nipping at my bare shoulders. Looking around, I took in my surroundings of where I had been dragged. I was lying in the middle of the forest. All that was surrounding me was trees and darkness. Peter was somewhere here, creeping in the shadows observing my every move—I could feel it in my bones, and my mark. My breaths were coming out in a dense white fog as my jaw was slightly chattering from how cold I was. How long was I out for? God what I would do for my phone right now. It couldn't have been long since it was still night. The wet, dampness of the soil beneath my hands made me shiver. I wiped them on my jeans, stood up, and had my head revolving around to find Peter. Then I spotted it, those gleaming, red eyes floating in the beyond in front of me. My breaths became shorter and faster. My mark began burning with pure fury, like a mixture of ice and fire.
"Finally." He smiled, emerging from the bushes. His red orbs staring directly at me.
"Peter, please don't." Why was I even asking him this? He wasn't going to listen to me. He was the predator, I was the prey: the helpless, weak, prey. And this was his chance to finally attack, take a chunk from my skin and insert his venom into my system, changing me from human to monster.
"Please don't?" he cocked his head repeating my words, continuing to walk for me as he was in inches of me I instinctively began backing up. "Now why would I do that?" His hands reached for me. With a loud gasp and quiet shriek, he shoved me down to the ground. "I've been waiting for this moment a long time now." He smiled, his eyes reverting to normal. "Just imagine being part of my pack, being a werewolf! You'll be perfect, the envy of everyone. I'm not the bad guy, I'm helping you, Katherine. The bite is a gift." He spoke so enthusiastically about it. Lik
"I don't want it." I retorted.
"No returns." He smiled grabbing my forearm in his muscular hands and pulling me up till my wrist met his smiling lips. No, no, no! I had to take action. So, quickly in one swift motion, I lifted my leg up and jabbed my foot into his knee. He growled, letting my wrist go and I took that opportunity to punch him in the face. I bit back a yell of pain when my fist came in contact with his face. Peter groaned out in pain as he bent over, holding his face. I had to get him on the ground so I had a chance to run. Kicking my leg into his stomach, I then targeted for the back of his knee. That finally sent him toppling onto the ground. His eyes flashed blood red. Oh, he was pissed. Run, Katherine, run! And there I took my opening, sprinting off. There I was running for my life as fast as I could.
I was going to die.
Or get turned. I knew that, not with the determined intent of the suicidal, but rather with the hopeless despair of the doomed. My boots pounded against the damp, muddy forest floor and the air burned deep inside my lungs. All hope was quickly abandoning me.
