"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
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.
"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.
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.
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Mated To My DoomWerewolf
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