She Wolf ▷Teen Wolf

✯Adore✯

Allie{Eliza} being all cute in the gif.

Please comment what you think of the chapters after reading. They do really help a lot<3 -Adrianna

10; The Benefactor

'She's mad, but she's magic, there's no lie in her fire'

Eliza pulled him back into the kiss as his hands laid on her waist. They both stumbled on to the bed causing Eliza to be on top of him, but they didn't stop the kiss, both craving each others warmth.

Eliza felt as the kiss deepen, he slowly slipped his hand under her shirt. But still kept at her waist.

She was now flipped the other way around, while he was now on top.

They break the kiss for air, but not before kissing again. Eliza wrapped her hands around his neck, moving them over to his hair and pulling at it. She begged for the kiss to continue, as she no longer wanted to feel.

After they found out about Demarco, well she did. There was only one thing to do. Not to care. She didn't care, they found out Demarco had been killed, because she felt nothing. She didn't cry, she didn't even bat an eyelash when she heard the devastating news.

She simply told them an ok. She was tired of all this, and told Scott McCall and his pack, that Demarco was part of her pack. Of course they all assumed she was a werewolf. But they didn't miss the blondes lack of emotion when she heard the news.

She was simply emotionless.

Eliza had done this many times before, it didn't need to be hard this time. People die all around her, everything she touches turns into a disaster, at least that's what she thinks.

He couldn't help but keep his eyes opened every now and then when kissing the blonde, she was beautiful was all he could think about, until something caught his eye. Whilst kissing her, he stared wide eyed at the tattoo on her exposed waist, of a star.

"You have a tattoo." He unintentionally voiced out, breaking the kiss.

Eliza stopped to a halt when she no longer felt his lips on hers. She pulled down her shirt. Rolling from under him.

"So?" She asked in frustration. Standing up straight.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, as his lips was still swollen from the kiss. "It's just I never knew."

"Well you don't need to know everything about me." Eliza's voice was bitter and cold and he wished for anything she would just let him in.

He watched as she starts to gather some of her stuff, and wearing her shoes back.

She was still in her dress form the party and Carrie's heels, she borrowed. Last night was a blur, she didn't even know what happened. The only memory that was etched into her mind was the look of her devastated pack mates.

"You can talk to me, Eliza." He replied watching the emotionless girl, quickly fix her long hair.

Eliza didn't answer as she tried to make her hair look presentable. She only used him anyway, she needed to take her mind off things.

She could see his reflection from the mirror as he stood up from the bed, still shirtless. Eliza couldn't help but stare at his toned abs, forgetting about her hair. He came up to her, standing behind her as they watched each other in the mirror with true emotion.

Eliza face falters as she kept it down. "This didn't mean anything." She told him avoiding eye contact.

And with that she walked out of the room before he could stop her. She had no idea why her heart quickened when she said that. She meant it.