I walk through the forest, it's where I go when I get frustrated with everything. I look ahead of me and see a bunch of wolves running, all of them are females. I walk closer, curiosity over coming me. I know that I should turn around but this is interesting. Many of them past by, before I hear a big ring from a bell. Minutes pass by before a pack of wolves start coming from where all the females were coming from. There are hundreds of wolves, all of them are male. Only one wolf ahead of all the others in this pack, it stops in front of me and turns my way and starts walking towards me. I step backwards and break a twig before falling backwards on the ground. It jumps over a log and looks at me with need. I scramble backwards then I hit a tree with my head. I curse and put my hand on the back of my head, forgetting about the wolf but when I look up it's right in front of me. It goes to my side and examines my head. It backs up a little and grabs onto my shirt with his teeth, pulling me up. He tugs on my shirt and starts walking, making sure I follow.
We walk for what feels like miles. What is happening? Why is this wolf like this? Why is he so friendly? I see a house, no it's a mansion ahead of us. We walk to the door and it's opened for us from someone on the inside. We walk up the stairs and down a hallway. He tugs at my shirt when we are in front of yet another set of doors and I suppose it's because he wants me to open the door. I open the door and we walk in, he lets go of my shirt and goes through another door by himself. What comes out is unexpected, impossible, and just plain weird. It's a man in his early twenties, towering over me because he's close to being six feet, he has very tan skin (I think he may be Hispanic), and vivid green eyes and dark hair. My eyes grow wide and my jaw literally drops. How did that happen? I think I'm dreaming, this can't be happening. He walks over to me and closes the door to the room, then he takes my hands.
"You must be really confused, but I am a werewolf," he says.
"What? Those things aren't real. What are you trying to do? Make me be put into a mental hospital because I know werewolves aren't real?" I say, fright rising in my voice.
"Do you want to see me turn into a wolf again?" He asks.
"No, not now anyway. Please, let me leave because my parents are probably worried about me," I say.
I turn around and go to open the door but he grabs my arm, and turns me around. He pushes me against the door, my hands on each side of my head while he holds both of them. Our faces only inches away from each other. I stand there looking into his eyes. The color changing from green to black, then green again.
"You're mine," He growled.