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PAIN
Will's eyes hold a fury like I've never seen. His jaw clenched so stiffly I wonder if he's grinding his teeth to the root.
"How?" I stutter, finding the scraps of my voice.
"Don't talk," he says, his large arms holding my body to his. A car, we're in a car. I'm lying across the backseat, with him. I can't lift my head to see who else is here.
"Chris? John?"I rasp.
"Shh," he says, stroking my mattered hair, "we have them. They're a lot better than you." When I attempt to ask more he shuts me up with a piercing stare.
"Your ribs are broken. I think your cheek might have a fracture too," he looks angry, "I'm keeping you awake, but it's difficult." I want to ask ho
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I awake to sunlight. The rays peeking through the slightly opened curtain. I blink at it, a dull ache immediately blossoming behind my eyes. Will's warm body doesn't stir as I lift my head off his arm. The movement is almost impossible.I settle back down with a sigh. I wouldn't be able to move it would seem. I lift a hand onto Will's chest, savouring the comfort of him. His eyes immediately flutter open. Awake and alert. They settle onto me."Are you okay?" Will asks me, slowly sitting up. He pulls me with him gently, careful to avoid touching my ribs."Everything hurts," I mumble, resting my head on his shoulder. I look at our bodies, "We're both covered in sweat," I say, my nose crinkling in disgust. He brings his hand to my face, placing it on my forehead
ANDREA MINE
The kiss sets me on fire. All the pain completely disappearing. It's just him. And his lips.The kiss is like an answer to a question I didn't know I was asking.We mold into each other. Our lips moving together so harmoniously it's as though we've done this a thousand times before.I hastily bring my fingers into his hair. Massaging his scalp as he kisses me. He moans into my mouth, bringing his hands down from my face to roam my body. Where his hand's touch I feel tingles blossom underneath, the feeling so good I can't help the moan that comes from me. He grips me harder at the sound. I feel him harden against my stomach. Immediately making me need more of him, to feel more of him.I reach down t
ANDREA AFTER
"Here, try to eat this," Dyl smiles, handing me a warm bowl. He had spent all morning making the soup Will tells me. I sip delicately at it, the pain in my ribs making it hard to drink and eat anything.They were all surrounding me; Dyl, Jarrod, Christophe, John and four other boys I didn't know the names of. Will sat beside me, a pillar to lean against when sitting by myself got hard. I still felt the weight of his lips against mine. The vamps look more or less fine. Not a single scratch on them, to add insult to injury. The light brown, wooden dining table was large enough to occupy such a company."So," I say between small mouthfuls, "are you going to finally explain to me what happened yesterday?"The boys shift un-comfortably. And I remember how well this conversati
ANDREA CLEAN
Christophe groans as I place him on the counter of the bathroom sink. John helped me walk him through the house, disappearing once Chris was settled. Something about recon, he said. He has a habit of disappearing.I wring the clothe I'm holding under the water. The blood on his face has dried somewhat, crusting in corners. I don't think about Will, and where he is. Or the giant wolf crushing me into the ground.I bring the clothe to Christophe's face, gently wiping the blood off. He hardly flinches when I go over his cuts. I don't mention how I can see the skin slowly stitching itself together. I think deep down, I still can't process it. The sheer magic of these people in my life.Christophe's eyes stay fixated on my face as I clean his. A hint of a smile on his lips. I
ANDREA NORM
The next day I collect the books out of my locker. It feels weird to be back at school, considering everything that happened in the last few days. My shoulder felt almost normal and my ribs were merely a dull ache. The reason for that was leaning against the locker next to mine. His hand firmly placed in my back jean pocket."Hurry up," Will wines, pouting his plump lips at me. I try my best not to think about those same lips... pressed against me."I am," I say mentally shaking my head, the image out of it, and slamming my locker door shut. He immediately takes my books from me, and my bag. And gives me this lopsided smile that tells me he knows exaclty where my mind went."You know I am capable of carrying my own things.""Doesn't mean you should," he says, putting an arm around my shoulder and pressing his lips to my temple. We walk that way into the classroom, Will pulls a table closer to his for me too sit in. I raise my eyebrows at him, a ghost of a
ANDREA DISTRACTION
I can't fight Will as he drags me through the school. He shredded the note within seconds of reading it. And decided school was over for the day. The pack flocked us as we walked out of school."Will I have several assignments," I grit my teeth, pulling against him. He doesn't let up. His grip iron. I try again, "Will." I whine. I was an honour student in New York. School, good grades, these things were important to me."No Andrea. We're going somewhere safe until we know what we're dealing with." Pulling away had no effect. And Brian was at my back."I'm tired of this Will, I just want a day. ONE day, of normalcy." I managed to pull him to a halt.My eyes plead with his, "Give that too me." He sighs throug
ANDREA TRUTH
"Wake up baby," Will's finger graze the length of my spine. I mumble something incoherent, savouring the feeling of his fingers. The warmth of the bed underneath me. He continues to graze my back. Laughing softly when he realises I have no intent to get up."Andrea," he sings, "you need to get up." I grumble an inaudible no, moving to curl around his body. He laughs, running his fingers through my hair. I purrr at the feeling."Everyone's here babe, they're in the dining room," he tries to move away from me, but I hold on tightly. His smooth skin is too comfortable. He laughs, it's a deep, throaty laugh, his voice a tone lower from sleeping.He wrangles me, picking me up bridal style."Noooo," I whine, resting my head on his bare shoulder. He walks us into the
ANDREA STEAM
"Calm down," I scramble after Will as he marches up the stairs. His shoulders so taunt I know he's fighting a shift. He doesn't respond and continues towards his bedroom. He doesn't slam the door in my face much to my relief.I swing into the bedroom, eyes dancing around the room. I spot his clothes bunched in the corner, the door to the bathroom shut. I take hesitant steps into the room, dread filling my stomach.He's not just mad, he's full of rage. I saw the self-control it took him to not kill Christophe. I know, deep down, he did it for me.I take a deep, shaky, breath as I approach the bathroom door. Opening it with trembling, nervous hands. Steam hits me in the face, so intense it blows my hair back. Regardless, I walk in, undressing myself with each step. I
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