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.


42. Chapter 42

I was in the woods. Alone. Tired and cold, with not one person that I could turn to. I looked up at the sky, watched as the dark, gray clouds seemed to swirl around my head. I shiver ran through my freezing body. I glanced around me, noticing that everything was dead. The trees, the flowers.. everything was black. What exactly happened to everything..? Everything was gone.. empty. There was no sound, except that of my heavy breathing. I was terrified. I wanted to go home. But how would I find my way? I had been told in my social studies class that the woods were at least 1,000 acres of land that stretched out over most of Brentwood. I looked around to see if I had my backpack, but all I had on me was pajama pants and a shirt. I took a deep breath, attempting to calm my nerves. Little did it help. I hear someone's feet crunch over dry leaves and I jump and turn to look unknown intruder. Derek walks toward me, his face not revealing any sort of emotions. "Derek!," I yell. I was so glad to see him. I run over to him and embrace him in the tightest hug I could possible. I bury my nose in his chest. Mmm.. He smelled like sweet cologne and Derek. The perfect combination that I loved so much. Derek's arms don't bother to hug me back. He hadn't moved at all. I pull back so I can look up at him. "Derek..?" He says not a word. His auburn eyes burn into my soul like never before. What was wrong with him? Derek say something. Still, all he does is stare at me with those glowing eyes. I back away slowly. Abruptly, he changes into his wolf form. I gasp and take another step back. He growls, revealing an evil grin of large teeth. "Derek, no. Please.." It was a plea to him. He doesn't give in, and he lunges for me, a shrill escaping my throat.


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