Emma was just a normal, average 16 year old girl bullied by her schoolmates. Something she wished would just stop, but has no courage to stop it. Derek is a jock, the star basketball player of Brentwood High School. Derek knows what he'll soon become, but just doesn't know when. Werewolves have been in his family for generations, and he knows he won't be able to stop it. He knows about imprinting, and knows he's just not ready for it. When he comes back to realization, he imprints on someone faster than he'd predicted. Emma.


35. Chapter 35

We sat in the living room of Derek's house watching a scary movie and eating popcorn. I wasn't the biggest fan of scary movies. A face pops out on the screen and I jump and duck under the blanket, hiding my face. Derek merely chuckles and pulls the blanket away from my face. "No!," I squeal. "I need that you know!" He keeps pulling. "No you don't. I'll protect you." He lands a quick kiss on my forehead. "Look." He points to the screen. "The movie's already over." I stop pulling and look at the screen then back at Derek. "You win this time, Bieber." I squint at him. He laughs and reaches over to grab the remote and shut the tv off. He inhales sharply then exhales slowly. The grin on his face was gone. "Emma.. I have to tell you something." "What is it? You can tell me anything." He scratches the back of his neck nervously. "Emma.. I'm a.. werewolf." I stare at him for a moment then crack up into a laughter. "That's funny Derek." He doesn't smile. "Emma, I'm being serious. I'm a werewolf." "Yeah, and so am I. And when a full moon comes out, I get really hairy and get sharp claws." I laugh again. "Emma, you have to believe me. Please." "Derek cut the wolf-boy crap, okay? I'm not stupid you know." "Maybe I should just show you instead. Sit and watch okay? Don't run, don't do anything. I won't hurt you, I promise Emma." "Ha, okay." Derek gets down on the carpet floor. Suddenly, his fingernails are replaced with sharp talons, and his entire body starts to grow fur. I couldn't believe my eyes. This.. this wasn't real. It couldn't be! The beast turns around and sits, his brown eyes now replaced by amber-colored orbs. He stood at almost 6'8. I stay seated, frozen, a  scream escaping my throat. 


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