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Chapter 1 - Werewolf chase
I didn’t know what was chasing me, but all I knew was that I had to get away. I stumbled through the brambles, tripping over tree roots. I frantically looked on the horizon hoping to find cars driving on the highway or someone to help me. My throat was hoarse from yelling but I needed to draw attention to myself. I glanced back for a second as I ran, hoping to put enough distance between me and that thing. I ran into something hard and lost my balance. I yelped as I fell to the ground and felt a firm hand grabbing onto my forearm.
“Woah, woah. Watch where you’re going!” A gruff voice yelled. The man’s strong hand pulled me onto my feet. In front of me was a tall, muscular man with dirty blonde hair. He was wearing dirty denim jeans, and a green flannel button up over a black shirt. In his hand was a long silver knife. I stared at him trying to catch my breath before speaking. He had a determined look on his face as he looked around the forest. When I tried to speak nothing came out right.
“Alright, alright slow down!” He said, grabbing my shoulders tightly, shaking me a little to snap me back to reality. “Talk slowly,” he said, reassuring me. If I told him what I think I saw would he believe me? But, something in his eyes told me he might, if he didn't, what the hell was he doing all the way out here with a huge knife?
“I came out here with a date, he wanted to take me out to his cabin and spend the night,” I was talking at maybe 100 miles a minute. “He started acting strange when the sun went down. He locked all the doors and he hid in the bathroom and he was screaming and groaning-” The man interrupted me. “Did you see what he changed into?” he said. How did he know that? I thought to myself.
“Yes he had thick long nails and and sharp teeth like a-”
“Werewolf.” we said at the same time. I didn't know what to think. Werewolves are real and this guy is looking for them? “Anyway he came at me and I threw a chair out the window and ran, I thought he was going to kill me, he clawed my back pretty badly.” With all the adrenaline running through my veins I could barely feel the pain. “I think he came after me but I’m not sure where he went, I could hear him but I couldn’t see him”
“Ok, do you know the way back to the cabin?” He asked, I nodded. “It’s a straight walk up that hill, then there was a little dirt path.” I explained. “Hurry, let's go.” he said gruffly.
About five minutes into our walk he broke the silence. “I’m Dean by the way, what’s your name?”
“I’m (Y/N)” I mumbled.
“That scratch looks real bad, after we catch this son of a bitch I’ll patch it up for you” He offered.
“You come across werewolves often?” I joked. I genuinely didn’t know what his response could possibly be.
“Werewolves, vampires, demons, and witches they’ve all become everyday things. I’m a hunter, it's kind of a family business thing.”
What the actual fuck?? I thought to myself. I seriously didn’t know what to make of that. I let out a little chuckle.
“Are you serious?” I prodded. The cabin was just ahead of us, all the lights were on and we could see the shadow of my friend Liam through the cabin’s curtains. He looked like he was eating something. Dean shushed me and gestured for me to crouch down, I obeyed since he seemed to be an expert.
“Is there a back entrance?” he whispered, and I nodded. “Wait here” he said, walking slowly around the house, trying his best not to make any noise.
I watch through the crack in the curtains. I see Liam hunched over what seemed like a human heart. A wave of nausea washed over me. Who’s heart was that? Would he have done the same to me? I see the back door slowly creep open. Dean’s fist was clenched around the silver knife, he silently slipped into the room unnoticed by Liam who seemed to be savoring the heart. A floor board creaked causing Liam’s head to whip around laying his yellow eyes on Dean, charging at him. As he ran forward he swung his claws but Dean dodged it nimbly and jabbed him in the chest twisting the knife as he shoved it deep into Liam’s chest. I watched Liam's body go limp as Dean pulled the knife out, shoving him to the floor. I watched Dean’s face as he wiped the blood off the knife, inspecting the room.
I slowly got up, realizing my life was no longer at stake. I walked towards the front door and I slowly pushed it open, taking in the scene in front of me. My eyes kept lingering on Dean, his heavy breathing, the way he fidgeted with the knife, the slight head tilt at all times, and his slightly off centered nose like it had been broken and not corrected. I traced his muscular form and I noticed how hot he was. His eyes met mine and my heart skipped a beat, he had this mischievous smirk plastered on his face. He slowly walked towards me stepping over the dead werewolf on the floor.
“You believe me now?” He gestured to Liam.
“Guess I have no choice” I said, clearly distracted by his green eyes. As he got closer I could smell his cologne, my mind started to wander….
“Lemme see that scratch” I didn’t hear him at first to be honest. I smiled and I turned around and lifted the back of my sweater. I winced as he touched the area around my wounds.
“Good news is you won't need stitches.” He said definitively. “Lemme take you to my motel and get you all cleaned up.”
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Back in Dean’s motel I took a shower putting on new clothes from my overnight bag then asked him to bandage my back. I sat backwards on the chair in front of him and he started applying the dressing. He was so gentle, yet every touch sent lightning down my back. All I could think about was him kissing my shoulder, running his hands along my waist as he undressed me, trailing kisses down my body all the way to my….
He stood up when he was done letting my sweater fall back into place.
“Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?” He asked, walking around the room sitting down on the edge of the bed in front of me. He put his hand on my knee. “You could always stay here with me..”
My heart started racing, is he flirting with me?
“I’m in no rush to get back home..” I said adding a little sweetness to my tone.