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Falling For The Enemy Chapter 5Falling for the EnemyFalling For The Enemy Chapter 5 by MermaidGirlForever
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The last person I ever expected to see in my school was the werewolf guy.
It was strange to see what I knew was a vicious animal in such a normal setting. He looked like a normal high school student, wearing jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt, a backpack slung over one shoulder. He certainly had everyone else fooled. Every girl in the room was staring at him dreamily, silly little smiles on their faces and batting their eyelashes. The guys were sitting up straighter, trying to size up their new competition.
The teacher's words just barely broke through my shock.
"I trust you all will make him feel welcome. Now, let's go over your reading from last night. Mr. Underwood, take a seat wherever there is a free one. Ah, it looks like there is one right next to Lily," my teacher, Mr. Smith, said.
My head had gone down right after some of the shock had faded. But at the sound of my name, my head whipped up. I would have glared at M
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I woke up slowly, at first hearing voices which gradually became more familiar and coherent. When I finally blinked my eyes open, I recognized the white ceiling and light blue walls of my bedroom.
"She's awake!" my mother said.
Everyone rushed over to my bed, their faces smiling and relieved.
"Hey Lily," my brother said, taking my hand. "Good to have you back."
I smiled at him, in which he smiled back. I noticed small tears in the corners of his eyes. I reached my hand up to brush them away.
"Hey, I'm okay," I whispered.
"I don't know what I would have done if they-" my brother cut himself off, refusing to even voice out the possibility.
"But they didn't," I reassured him.
"Are you hurt at all?" my father asked, leaning over me and brushing my dark hair back from my forehead as if checking for any hidden injuries.
I shook my head. "Not even a scratch," I answered.
"What happened anyway?" my mother asked, sitting down on the bed next me.
So I told them ev
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I sighed, snuggling deeper into the warm blanket.
Wait, I don't remember falling asleep with a blanket on top of me, I thought to myself, frowning in my sleep. Come to think of it, I don't remember falling asleep in my bed.
Then it all came rushing back to me. My eyes flew open and I bolted up. I recognized the room they had put me in last night. I sighed and rubbed my temples.
"Sleep well?" a masculine voice said.
My head whipped around to find the source of the voice. There, leaning against the wall by the door, was the young werewolf who had taken me here. He was fully clothed now, and in the light streaming through the window, I was able to see him better. His hair was very dark brown, almost black, and he had the darkest blue eyes I had ever seen. His skin was slightly tanned, and his muscular body was accentuated by the too-tight t-shirt he was wearing. I swear, one flex and the shirt would probably rip in half. He had to be at least
Falling For The Enemy Chapter 2Falling for the EnemyFalling For The Enemy Chapter 2 by MermaidGirlForever
I don't know how long we walked. I had no idea where we were going, which was the point of the blindfold.
Eventually, I was guided up a flight of stairs. I assumed I was going up a porch, by the creaking of the steps as I walked on them. I could only assume we were in a house. I heard hushed whispers as I was led to who knows where, and the occasional low growl.
Finally, a tug on my arm ordered me to stop. The blindfold was taken off my face, and I gasped as I realized what surrounded me.
I was in a huge room, a hall more like it, like a ballroom or something. I must have been in one of the old abandoned mansions that are scattered throughout the woods near town. They were built at least a hundred years ago, and as far as I had known, had been unused since being built. But, judging by the large gathering of werewolves, in human and wolf form, this house, at the very least, had been put to use.
Most looked at me curiously, though a few wolves had teeth ba