His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. "You have no idea who I am, do you?" His lips stay in a thin line. You'd think the confused looks and blank stare would have answered that for him.
"N-no," I reply, his muscular body looms over me...
I'm back with another werewolf book! So I was just laying on the couch, feeling bored.... then suddenly I was thinking of titles. I thought of before I fall, then I said I'm best at werewolf novels so why not?
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It is said that the wolves of the night roam the streets of pine woods, a small town with even more people than the houses. The wolves roam in search for their soulmate, the one who they will spend their time with for the rest of their lives. So lock your doors, close your windows and curtains and spray as much perfume you can, then hide in your bed sheets. Don't be found by the beasts. || "What's your name?" His deep baritone voice asks. I squint my eyes, trying to make out a feature of his.
"L-Lyrah Kate." I clear my throat after stuttering like a fool, I make out a smirk that appears on his face. "W-who are you?"
"Me? I'm-"
"Lyrah, you need to get up and prepare yourself for school!" My father shouts from down the hall. I jolt awake, my heart beating rapidly from the dream I just had. Who was the man? If dad hadn't woken me up then I would know who the guy is.
Groaning, I throw the sheets off my body and drag my feet to the bathroom that is straight across my room. I grimace as I look at myself in the mirror, my future husband will have to wake up to my hair in all these knots and dreadlocks. Even though my brown hair is wavy, it still appears to get dreadlocks through the night. I have bags under my blue eyes and my pale skin just isn't working.
I strip from my clothes and have a quick shower, after showering I do my morning routine: brushing my hair, cleaning my teeth, getting dressed, packing my bag for school, eating breakfast, spending 5 minutes mentally preparing myself for the day then playing on my phone. Dad appears from the front door, holding the newspaper and a mug of coffee in each hand. He throws the newspaper on the table then places his cup of coffee down. "Lyrah...." don't you just hate it when your parents say your name in a serious tone? You just feel as if you're in trouble. Which in my case, I most likely am.
"Yes?" I finally respond after a moment of silence. He beckons me to the front door, I furrow my eyebrows. We stand outside and I'm not exactly sure what the purpose of this is. Am I going to be punished? Is something going on?
"Were those marks there yesterday?" He points to the balcony floor. You see, our balcony floor is made out of a dark brown wood. When someone scratches it, it's easy to see. Just like this mark. 10 claw marks appear on the wood, claw marks. My heart accelerates, the wolves. "It wasn't, was it?" He panics as well, I shake my head staring at it.
"What does this mean exactly?" I ask steadily, trying not to have a panic attack. He holds his breath for a moment, then slowly releases it all at once. "They're looking for something," dad frowns.
But for what? || "Lyrah the liar," that doesn't even make sense.... well it doesn't rhyme, that's what I mean. Cameron Cardwell really likes to tease me, everyone hates me at this school- I don't know why but let's not focus on that because I don't really care. People don't know what's going on in others lives, they know nothing about me.
"Cameron the....." I've already made a fool of myself and lost. I should've thought this through before I even opened up my big mouth. "Cockatoo?" Cameron raises his eyebrow, one thing he is blessed to be able to do. He doesn't deserve to be able to raise an eyebrow.
"That's not even bad," he laughs.
"You're a cockatoo cause you're a co- and a co- is a Di-. Therefore, you are one..." I don't really like swearing, but when it's needed I do. He gives me a dry look and I shrug with a smile, then I walk off not letting him give me another lame comeback.
Apparently there are werewolves that come to this school; but no one knows who. This is one of the only schools in Pine Woods, apparently it has the best education so that's more of an invitation to the beasts. Werewolves are known as beasts, they take people through the night, claim people as theirs, force them to love them and act all possessive. Everyone in this school knows that Gabriel Thomas, the lone wolf is a wolf. Once everyone found out, people dispersed away from him. I don't think he cares what people think of him, though. When I look at him, I think of the wolves as kind people that just seek love and acceptance. Maybe they're like us, what if all the interpretations about them aren't true? I don't believe the 'beasts' to really be beasts. But where we live, you have to call them that otherwise you will literally get attacked by society. Literally.
If werewolves were so bad then Gabriel would have attacked us already, right? Or is he just hiding his true powers and strengths. I've always wondered who else in this school could be a werewolf. I fall to the ground after crashing into someone from not paying attention. Have you ever had those moments where you think so much that you forget whats happening and whereabouts you are. Or you just stare blankly. In my case, you walk while not paying attention.
The person stays silent, "I'm really sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I look up and purse my lips, refraining the gasp that's in my mouth. Speak of the devil and he shall appear: Gabriel Thomas. He stares down at me with his yellow eyes, maybe he gave up in wearing contacts? His yellow eyes are so beautiful.
"It's alright," he replies. His voice is deep and smooth, I haven't really heard it before; this is the first time. He extends his hand for me, I grasp it with my own and he pulls me up with ease. It's like he's not even trying. How powerful really are the beasts. We are meant to fear the wolves of the night but how can we when during the day, they live among us- hiding, not telling us the truth. How exactly can we hate them when there are people like Gabriel, he doesn't seem awful like people describe the wolves.
"Thank you," I smile at him, his sun kissed skin stands out compared to my pale skin. He gazes down at me with curiosity and sniffs the air, his eyes widen but he doesn't say anything. Please tell me I'm not his 'mate' please lord!
"What's your name?" Gabriel asks. Their faces are just like any normal persons during the day, but at night they are wolves- running with the wind, in search for their mate.
"I'm not your mate am I?" I panic slightly, he raises an eyebrow and a chuckle vibrates from his chest; he shakes his head and I sigh in relief. "Lyrah Kate," I finally answer.
"Gabriel Thomas," he extends his hand, I shake it wearily. "Well I must go now. I have a feeling that I will see you very soon, Lyrah," he's careful near me, I notice him keeping a fair distance (not that I'm complaining) but are you meant to be five metres away from a person when you're talking? Something is definitely up. || I really hope you loved the first chapter!!
