After the incident with my cousin, I was kinda at a loss for words. She had a point. I knew nothing of werewolves and the way they live. I was human!
I sat at the kitchen counter and tapped my fingers on it. "So... I wanna go home."
Logan's eyes turned black. "Excuse me?"
Oopsies? "I uh-I wanna go home. My family is probably freaking out and I think I left my tv on in my room and..." I stuttered.
"You aren't leaving. That's final." He began to storm out of the room.
I called out, "I don't belong here!" Logan spun and came at me. "Wha-what are you doing? Listen, I-"
He crashed his lips to mine and I gasped. His hands gripped the sides of my face and I held onto the kitchen counter. I was kinda stuck against it anyways. To say sparks flew would be cliche, but who am I kidding, the kiss was strangely addictive.
As soon as he pulled away, he stared into my eyes hardly. "You are mine. I won't let you leave."
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Người sói"I never really wondered what dying felt like, but I thought it would hurt more to be honest. It just feels like floating through time and space, everything dark yet comforting. The thought that everything was going to be okay passed through my mind...
