" 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 𝑠𝑖𝑥𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 . 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝
Cool, damp air prickled my skin through the light fabric of my grey cardigan. Eleven o'clock was quickly approaching, and at this time of night I thought I'd be curled up in bed finishing my homework.
Wrong.
Instead, I was walking out of Beacon Hills Hospital and into the close-to-vacant parking garage. Less than an hour ago, Melissa had called me asking if I could drop off her wallet, which she regretfully forgotten at home when rushing out to make her shift. Apparently a car crash on Route 4 was going to hold the hospital up till early in the morning and she had no time to take a quick trip back to the house. As I listened to the click clacking of my black combat boots on the asphalt, I tried to keep myself occupied to not think how Derek refused to answer my calls. I was about to pull my hair out it was stressing me so bad. I'd bitten off my nails and I'd picked at the skin surrounding my cuticles until it drew blood—I was going insane. Could he not spare five seconds to tell me he was all right?
Apparently not.
The thought of calling Derek again and leaving a more aggressive voicemail passed through my mind. And it did several times before I was aware it was a bad idea, but one I was going to do anyways. Before any actions were fullfilled I was pulled backwards. A rough, muscular hand wrapped around my mouth and stifled my cry. My eyes began to water as they bulged out of their sockets. Beacon Hills was supposed to be safe now! Before I could find out who my assulter was, everything went black.
My eyelids felt heavy as the slowly opened. Everything was a huge, dark blur. I couldn't hear much—there was no talking from what I was picking up—only the sound of tires speeding on blacktop. My heart skipped several beats as my head lolled around and I saw plastic around my wrists. My eyes widened and my brows furrowed as my vision cleared to see clear zip ties binding my wrist together. I gasped, noticing I was in the trunk of an SUV. My breathing became haggered as I shot up to see the driver of the car but to my dismay all that was visible was the back of a balding head. I fell back as the SUV went to driving off road. My hands struggled to get out of the zipties but all they did was get tighter. I looked down to see the zipties, placed over my boots, binding my ankles together fairly loose. Very carefully, using the heels of my combat boots I started kicking the back window. A loud grunt left my mouth as I kicked it again and again, the zipties getting tighter and leaving my feet to suffocate in my boots. The window cracked, but failed to break. The car rattled on the uneven road and finally started to slow down. The strong pounding in my head increased as the car came to a stop and the engine was shut off. I prepared myself to fight, even though I wasn't able to do much bound by plastic. My heartbeat was racing at the speed of light as the driver door opened and closed in one quick swift. All I saw through the cracked window was the silhouette of a man. As he opened the trunk door the window shattered into pieces, glass raining all over the both of us. I flailed my legs in hopes to strike my capture in the face. My boots smacked him square in the chest and the second time I tried to hit him, he easily grabbed my feet.
