The second Attack

Emma stood in the kitchen, the aroma of her cooking filling the air. Her mind, however, was not on the meal. Instead, it was consumed by the events of the last 24 hours. The attack, the chase, the discovery of the Lycans and werewolves, all of it was still fresh in her mind. She couldn't shake the image of the snarling creature from last night, its eyes piercing into her very soul.

As she stirred the pot on the stove, her mind drifted off to Lucas. The image of him from this morning at the river flashed through her mind. She couldn't believe how she had felt at that moment. Her heart raced as she thought about the way he had looked at her, his piercing gaze making her feel alive in a way she never had before. She needed to get laid soon or she might not be able to concentrate on anything… Yes, she wanted him, but maybe this was not the right time.

Emma shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She had more important things to worry about right now than what she thought of a naked