You sat in the closet, hiding from Jordan. You heard him calling your name from every room in the house until he got to the master bedroom. You covered your heavy breathing with your hands as he sat on the bed. You saw him, burnt to a crisp yet still alive and breathing. He looked down at the ground, "Y/N I know you can hear me and I know you're scared, I am too. I don't know what this is or what I am but you have to know that I will never hurt you. I'm sorry you had to see me like that and if you can't be with me anymore because of it, I understand." He got up from the bed and started into the hallway. You followed him out,
" You're right, I am scared. I'm so fucking scared." you cry out, Jordan whips around and takes a few cautious steps toward you.
"I know, I know" he speaks in a calming voice, you dropped to your knees and begin to bawl your eyes out. He takes you into his arms and strokes your hair to calm you down. You sit like this for a while until you look up at his blackened face, you run your thumb across his cheek.
"You're probably cold" you sniffle "Let's get you into some warm clothes" You hand him clothes from his drawer in the dresser, tears begin flowing down your face again.
He takes you into his arms "I know you're scared but I promise nothing will ever happen to you, not as long as i'm around."
He wipes away your tears as you nod, "I'll be okay, go shower, we can talk more after"
"I love you" he smiles before kissing your wet lips. You return the smile.
"I love you too"
You sat on the bed, staring at the wall. You were sick of being helpless, a mere human surrounded by supernatural beings. You knew about Scott and his pack, it wouldn't be hard to convince him to give you the bite.
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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"
