The Blue-eyed Wolf In The Woods novel Chapter 5

Once I finished my dinner I put my plate in the sink. As well as put my two new crystals in my purse, and make sure my bracelet was on securly and said good bye to my family.

I slid my black stilettos on before walking out the back door to go to my car. I walked around the side of the house towards the garage where my car was.

The garage was right near the edge of our woods, so I knew I would feel his eyes on me as I got into my car.

But I never expected what happened next.

I walked over to the side of the house towards the garage where my old blue Jeep Wrangler was parked.

Sure enough my wolf was there, at the edge of the woods, like always, but this time he was watching me with hungry eyes, devouring every inch of my body with his crystal clear gaze.

The way he was looking at me was new, but not unfamiliar, like he was supposed to be looking at me like this for the past 10 years.

I was surprised by the way his eyes roamed over my body, like he was drinking me up, memorizing every detail.

I heard a low growl come from the base of his throat.

I shivered; hearing the deep timbre of his voice sent a hot liquid through my veins and fluttered in my stomach.

Then all of a sudden, blurs of color started coming foward, from behind the trees to the edge of the woods.

Wolves from his pack were gathering around him now, watching me.

Like the way he was.

With ravenous desiring stares.

But it didnt make me feel warm and fuzzy anymore.

They weren't him.

I started to slowly move to my car so I could get away from their searching eyes as quickly as possible.

My wolf saw my discomfort as he registered the wolves forming a circle around him and I, starting to close in on me.

"Stop! Right now! What the fųck! WOLF! STOP!!" I was gasping for air now, my voice was shrill and almost unclear, I barely recognized it.

The other wolves scampered off, running away from my frantic voice. They were so unused to hearing a human voice speak towards them, especially one screaming bloody murder.

My wolf just stood there. It looked like he was in shock from hearing my voice so loud.

"What in fůcks sake are you doing? Are you trying to get killed? Are you trying to get me killed?!" I yelled. "And why are you looking at me like that? Like I'm some piece of meat you want to devour. Hmm?? Well I'm not. I'm a fûcking 18 year old girl. And it's my damn birthday. And I was almost just eaten by YOUR pack of wolves..."

A little quieter I added, "And I'm screaming at a wolf in the middle of the woods, and if course this is useless because he doesn't know what the heck I'm even saying. He's a wolf. And I'm fücking crazy." I started to trail of at the end of my rant, at that point really talking to myself, chiding myself for being crazy.

My wolf was advancing towards me ever so slowly I almost didn't notice until I lifted my tear stricken face towards him.

"NO! You stop right there Mr. Wolf. Stay the hell back. I don't want to be near you right now." I cried.

My wolf wimpered, and lowered his head. But continued to come closer.

"No, I said. What is wrong with you? What if one of those wolves challanged you? What if they all fought back. What if you got hurt. What if you died!? What would I have done then? What could I do? I couldn't defend you, or save you. What would I do. Without you?" I was hysterical again.