"Tell them all I know now,
Shout it from the roof tops
Write it on the sky line
All we had is gone now
Tell them I was happy
And my heart is broken
All my scars are open
Tell them what I hoped would be
Impossible"Chapter 11
People often use the phrase, Slept like a baby.
I never understood that.
Babies cry. A lot. They wake up every few hours and who knows how what they dream of.
Rainbows and flowers? Or perhaps those kids with no manners dream of daemons and devils.
I could feel the sun on my face, my eyes still shut from sleeping.
I feel.. amazing. I am in complete bliss.
I had one arm under the pillow and another over it. My mind was completely free. This might be the first time in history that I wake without the feeling of tiredness.
My bed was never this comfy.
I decided not to question it, but rather enjoy it. I turn my body to the left and help but to moan as I stretch my legs.
Ahhh much better.
While outstretching my legs, I seem to have kicked something. Or someone.
Groaning came from my left. My eyes opened instantly, my breath caught in my mouth at the sight.
"Hun-ter!" My voice croaked half way from just waking up.
"Hello, doll face," Hunter had no difficultly to replying. His husky voice leaving tingles on my ears.
Noe realizing our position, I shriek back.
"Get off!' I yelled, trying to retrieve my hand from under him.
So it wasn't a pillow all along. It was Hunter.
"You were'nt saying that last night." Hunter gave a wicked grin while freeing my hand.
"W-what? What happened last night?"
I couldn't remember anything.
"I-I was in the woods. Liv! Liv was there! And Tom! And Jason!" Hunter seemed just as confused as I was.
"Who is Liv, Tom and Jason?"
I ignore his question, and instead give my own.
"How did I get here?"
"You flew," He teased.
"Hunter. How did I get here?" I add a little demand to my question.
"Ouu feisty. I like it." Hunter winked, not once dropping his smirk.
This was a side of Hunter I had never seen before, a more playful version. I didn't know whether to be afraid or amused.
"Okay, that's it." Throwing the covers off me, I hop out and walk towards the door.
Hunters up in a flash, his hand firmly on mine.
"Don't go."
It was strange to hear those words coming from Hunter. Such desperate words from such a strong man.
"Tell me. Everything." I walked back to the bed, Hunter still holding my hand.
Before I could even sit, Hunter whirled me away, sat himself, then placed me on his lap.
YOU ARE READING
Mated To My Doom
WerewolfMate. One little word. One big concept. A belief that someone, somewhere, is holding the key to your heart. They say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer, but who's to say they're not the same. Killers, notes, blood, and mystery. L...