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As you walked home, through the forest, you started thinking about Liam. It was the strangest thing, you hated Liam but for some reason, he popped into your head a lot recently. A branch snapped in the distance, causing you to jump. You looked back and saw nothing. The forest was definitely not the safest place at night, but the alternative was walking all the way around, which adds another 20 minutes to your journey. You take your phone out of your pocket to use the flashlight as a guide. You hear a couple more branches snap, a lot closer this time. Your heart beat faster as you started running and whatever was behind you did the same. Being the captain of the track team didn't help when your opponent had twice as many legs than you.
Within seconds, you were face down on the ground. Pinned down by some sort of animal, you see your phone light up, just a few inches away from you. You stretched your arm out as much as you could but it was just out of your reach. The animal started pulling you backwards, you let out a deafening scream, hoping someone would hear you. A sharp pain runs through your body as whatever had you pinned, bit into your shoulder. As the creature let go of your flesh, you took that as an opportunity to escape. You slam your head back at the same time as your arm, hitting it both in the jaw and ribcage. The creature stumbles back a few paces as you moved, quickly, off the ground. Leaving your phone behind, you ran as fast as you could, all the way home.
Stiles was waiting for you as you opened the door, "You're late." You nod and run up the stairs to your room, slamming the door behind you. The pain in your shoulder grew unbearable as you slip your shirt over your head, turning your back to the mirror. You look over your shoulder and see bite marks, bigger than any animal's you had ever seen.
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Teen wolf imagines
Fanfictionim.ag.i.na.tion iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n/ noun the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses. "she'd never been blessed with a vivid imagination"
