Brandon had to leave early for school in the morning. Brooklyn made sure to set her alarm and wake up and get ready so she could ride with him.Anything to avoid Harry.The school was deserted when they arrived so Brooklyn decided to go to the library. She needed to be alone, some place quiet where she could think properly.About Harry. Of course.She sat down and leaned back against a bookcase, letting out a large sigh and crossing her arms over her chest.Werewolves."There's a chance it wasn't real," she whispered. "Maybe he drugged you. Maybe you were imagining it all. Maybe it was all fake and I'm just going a bit crazy. Maybe-" Brooklyn's eyes landed on a book and she frowned. "Or not," she murmured and scrambled up and grabbed the book.Werewolves: A myth?Brooklyn's fingers shook slightly as she sat back down and opened the book.Despite the stereotype, werewolves do not run around killing humans and howling at the moon. For the most part, they are peaceful creatures, survivin

Brooklyn shut her locker just as the bell rang and she sighed, looking up at Harry who was standing next to her."I have work at 5, maybe we can do this another-""We've got more than enough time to talk," Harry said. "Lets go, babe."Brooklyn narrowed her eyes, but Harry ignored her as they made their way to his car."Hey," he said once he got in the drivers seat. He reached over and cupped Brooklyn's face."Don't!" Brooklyn snapped, slapping Harry's hand away and stopping the sparks. "Don't touch me!"Harry gently cupped Brooklyn's face again and brushed his thumb over the bruise. "How is it?" He asked lowly.Brooklyn looked into Harry's green eyes and swallowed. "F-fine.""And your back?" He asked and slid his hand down, gently holding the back of Brooklyn's head and tangling his fingers in her hair.Brooklyn sighed softly and shivered when the sparks flooded through her body. "That's fine too," she murmured."You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Brooklyn?" Harry asked as he got clos

Brooklyn was determined as she walked to school the next day. She was determined to ignore Harry. She was mortified when he dropped her home last night. She can't believe that she had sex with him again, even after the argument."Stupid, stupid, stupid girl!" Brooklyn said to herself and shook her head. "I can't believe you- ah! Control your freaking hormones, Brooklyn!"Brooklyn could feel Harry in her head and she groaned. "Get out! And don't even try and pick me up today, mister! I refuse! I refuse you! I refuse to acknowledge you! I refuse- I just refuse everything!"Brooklyn looked across the road and smiled awkwardly at a girl who was staring at her weirdly."Great, now she thinks I'm a lunatic," Brooklyn muttered and rolled her eyes. Brooklyn groaned and took a deep breath.Her head was all over the place and she blamed Harry, but also the four cups of extremely caffeinated coffee she had drunk this morning as she didn't get much sleep last night. Again Harry's fault, but also

"What the hell are you doing here?" Brandon demanded as he stormed into the hospital room where Brooklyn was, hooked up to various wires and machines."Now is not the time to annoy me, Brandon," Harry warned, not looking up from Brooklyn. He was seated next to her, holding her hand tightly. "You're lucky I even called you.""Oh my gosh!" Brooklyn's aunt and uncle rushed into the room and gasped at the sight of their battered niece."I'm going to find a doctor," Brooklyn's uncle stuttered. "Find out what happened.""Brooke," Brooklyn's aunt whispered and shakily walked over to the bed."They operated on her. She had a tree branch in her stomach. She lost a lot of blood, she nearly didn't make it," Harry said, his voice empty. "She's stable now.""Were you with her when it happened?" Lisa, Brooklyn's aunt asked."No, Brooklyn's friend Sasha was driving. She got away with a mild concussion and a few scrapes.""What happened?" Lisa asked and brushed one of Brooklyn's curls away from her f

Brooklyn was asleep, cuddled into Harry's chest. Harry wasn't meant to stay at the hospital over night, but somehow he managed to get away with it.Brooklyn slept peacefully with Harry. She felt no pain. Had no nightmares. She felt safe.Harry brushed Brooklyn's curls from her face and tangled her hair round his fingers."Stop it," Brooklyn grumbled and batted Harry's hand away as she woke."Morning," Harry said. "Sleep well?"Brooklyn shrugged her shoulders and winced as she adjusted her position. "You don't have to stay overnight, Harry.""Knowing you you'll somehow manage to kill yourself if you're left alone," Harry said. "I've got nothing better to do.""That can't be true," Brooklyn said and rolled her eyes. "Why do you want to be stuck babysitting me?""Because it's you," Harry shrugged and stood up, stretching out. Brooklyn watched as his muscles tensed and flexed. "Stop staring, babe.""If you won't leave then you've got to put up with it," Brooklyn said and Harry rolled his