I scream, because what the hell else am I supposed to do when a wolf morphs right in front of me and becomes Derek? I'm not a brain dead Twilight heroine, I don't accept it immediately because in my reality wolves don't fucking turn into people. That's what movies and books and television are for!
"Derek, what the fuck?" I'm yelling now, adrenaline fueling my fear and relief and confusion, each emotion battling one another until I feel like I want to throw up or pass out or just give up and lie down and let the earth swallow me whole.
I'm probably being melodramatic.
"You're naked! Why are you naked! Why were you a wolf?"
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Nope, nope, noooooope.
I scream, because what the hell else am I supposed to do when a wolf morphs right in front of me and becomes Derek? I'm not a brain dead Twilight heroine, I don't accept it immediately because in my reality wolves don't fucking turn into people. That's what movies and books and television are for!
"Derek, what the fuck?" I'm yelling now, adrenaline fueling my fear and relief and confusion, each emotion battling one another until I feel like I want to throw up or pass out or just give up and lie down and let the earth swallow me whole.
I'm probably being melodramatic.
"You're naked! Why are you naked! Why were you a wolf?"
Stupid question, Bianca.
"Oh my fucking GOD, are you a werewolf?"