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When I woke up, I was drenched in sweat. My neck ached from the horrible position I was in from sleeping on the couch.
Standing up, I nearly stumble back down. My head was pounding.
Wonderful. So a werewolf can't get a cold but a stupid head ache is inevitable.
It's bright. Too bright. The sun was shining high in the sky, blinding me from looking outside.
Walking to the kitchen, I take out a glass and fill it with water.
My heart beat was erratic, the dream of my memory still laced in my mind.
Of all the things I could dream of, It had to be that memory.
I didn't realize how thirsty I was until I gulp down the whole glass of water in less than 5 seconds.
The sudden sound of the door slamming makes me yelp from my stance. It sounded like it came from upstairs.
Opening some of the drawers in the kitchen, I find what I'm looking for. I take deep breaths trying to calm my nerves.
It's probably just Hunter.
If only I wasn't such a deep sleeper, I could have heard him when he first entered.
Gripping the knife at a close distance, I walk up the stairs on my tip toes.
Jumping at the startling voice, the knife dropped to the stairs. Nearly missing my foot, it tumbles down a few steps.
"W-hats wrong with you!" I say in frustration.
"Me? What's wrong with you. A knife, really?" Hunter walks down past me until he's right above the knife. Picking it up, he looks it over.
"Self defense," I merely say.
The sound of a door slamming sounds once more.
"Hunter," I whisper scarily.
"Relax," he demands loudly, "I left the window open, we need some air in the house."
Hunter makes his way to the kitchen, myself following close behind him.
"Are you crazy! Hunter, someone can come through the window!"
"And who's going to come through the window?" Hunter raises an eyebrow as if to mock me.
"Oh how about a serial killer? An enemy, or anyone for that matter!"
"Rose, you're safe now. The enemies dead. Check and mate."
"Sorry, chess reference. You wouldn't understand."
Astounded, I say, " are you seriously joking about this? People died, Hunter."
"Rose," Hunter started in an irritated tone, "People are dying every second of the day. If we allowed ourselves to be affected by it then we would just end up killing ourselves."
"This is different," I said in a broken voice. My throat ached, my eyes watering.
"Why, because it was Greg?" Hunter spat our harshly, knowing the exact answer to that question.
"People die, Rose, get over it." Hunter bumped past my shoulder and out the door.
I was flabbergasted.
Running out to Hunter, I see him already in his car.
"Where are you going?" His window was up but I knew he could still hear me.
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Mated To My DoomWerewolf
Mate. 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 whose to say they're not the same. Killers, notes, blood, and mystery. L...