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"Sarah, please talk to me!" Callon said, kneeling beside me in class before the teacher arrived. Bridget weren't in our class but I noticed that one of the girls in the girls bathroom were and I knew she would tell everything she saw to Bridget. I ignored Callon and looked toward the other side of the classroom. Callon put his hand on my cheek and turned my head to his direction but I closed my eyes. Callon growled.
"Sarah, look at me now!" I felt so tempted to open my eyes and kiss him because Callons face was so close to me his breath warmed my face.
"Leave me alone, Callon", I said with my eyes still closed. Suddenly Callon pressed his lips against mine and fisted his hand in my hair. I couldn't fight the fireworks that I got from his lips even if I wanted and when we broke away we were both breathing heavily. In the background the students applauded and some told us to stope being such lovebirds.
"Sarah." Callons voice made me shiver out of content. His voice was heavenly. I opened my eyes and stared right into Callons eyes and I felt home. It's going to be alright, he's going to understand me, I thought, I should tell him. His eyes held so much love, so much relief that I was looking at him, he wouldn't stop loving me because I'm depressed.
"Sarah, I'm sorry about everything, I will explain, just know that I love you", Callon said. I jumped slightly when he said he loved me. I knew he did, I saw it, and I loved him and that was the problem. I couldn't stand the thought of him stop loving me.
"Leave me alone, Callon!" I said loud enough so the bathroom girl heard it. I pushed him back from where he was kneeling beside me. He didn't budge but I tried pushing him again, this time Callon took my arms in his hands and kissed my knuckles.
"I will, for now", he sighed and got up and took the seat next to mine. I looked down on my hands and tenderly traced my knuckles which he had kissed with an index finger. It was still tingling. The door opened and Mr. Smith who was going to teach us in math came in. Mr. Smith started writing formulas on the board but my thoughts, my eyes and heck my whole body kept on drifting to the side, where Callon was. Whenever I looked, Callon would be looking right at me smiling unsurely. The whole lesson passed without me knowing because it felt like there had only been five minutes when Mr. Smith said we were dismissed. I took my things and ran out the door before Callon could get a hold of me.
"Sarah wait!" He yelled behind me in the corridor and students all around me were looking at me. I kept on walking, prying my way forward in the corridor, ignoring Callon completely. I ran into the girls bathroom again and locked myself up in the same stall as yesterday. Good, he can't come in here, I thought. My whole being was hurting of longing for him, but i couldn't go out. I heard the bathroom door open and a quiet: "Sarah?"
Of course he would come in, this is Callon we are talking about after all, I thought rolling my eyes. I stayed quiet and lifted my feet so he wouldn't see them through the spring under the door. Callons boots stayed outside my stall.
"I know you are there, Sarah, you are the only one here, and besides, I can smell you", he said tapping lightly on the door. I stayed quiet.
"Sarah.." he began but the bathroom door opened again.
"Callon? What are you doing here?" Asked Bridget.
"Nothing", Callon said and stepped out of the bathroom. When the door had closed Bridget tapped her hand on my stall.
"Get the hell out, Sarah", she said. I stayed quiet.
"Are you mute? Get out!" I stood up and got out. Bridget stood there, alone, with light tight jeans and a see through white top. She was beautiful. And a werewolf, I realized looking at the door she had tapped which now had cracks in it.
"Do you want me to tell him?" she asked.
"No", I said.
"Well why the hell are you making out with him during class?" Suddenly I was filled with a rage that blackened my sight.
"Because he is mine!" I growled and ran out the bathroom. Callon was leaning against the wall casually and straightened when I stepped out.
"Sarah.." he began but I cut him off by kissing him. I pushed him against the wall and he put his arms around my waist. I put all my anger and sadness into the kiss. This boy was mine. He is mine. When we broke the kiss Callons eyes were golden and his claws were digging into my skin. He pulled me closer to him, so my thigh was between his legs and I felt the bulge in his pants. I moaned.
"Come home with me," I whispered seductively, "right now." Callon closed his eyes and seemed to try and collect himself. Not wanting him to find his senses and not come home with me I let my hand trail down his chest and then I let it sneak up under his t-shirt. Callon tensed.
"Are you sure you want to do this with her, Callon?" A voice suddenly asked. Callon opened his eyes looking confused.
"You do know what she does, don't you?" Bridget continued. Now it was my time to tense but I kept my hand on Callons abs. I felt Callons wondering glance on me but I stared stubbornly on his chest. I heard students stop dead in their tracks, like they could smell the drama that was about to unfold.
"What nonsense are you talking about, Bridget?" Callon asked exasperated. Bridget let out a humorless laugh.
"What? You don't know why your little girlfriend moved here? Or what she does when she's alone?" Callon took away my arm from his abs and tilted my head up so I was forced to look into his eyes.
"What is she talking about, baby?" I shook my head, unsure of what to say. I readied myself for what was to come.
"Where do you do it, freak? Tell us where you press down the razorblades, is it your legs? Your wrists?" I felt tears collect in my eyes and I willed them not to fall.
"What.." Callon began but was interrupted by Bridget.
"And how many pills did you take that day when you tried to kill yourself? 50? 100? Or was it more? Your parents couldn't handle the disappointment to have you as their daughter, so they shipped you off here, didn't they?" Callon released my arm and I felt my heart begin to crack. This is it, I thought, this is as far as our love story goes.
At first Callons eyes held nothing but then they began to anger and his expression turned into a disgusted one. I took a step back and looked around me. Bridget was standing behind me, a smug smile on her face. I felt my cheeks become wet and I looked around at the students who had stopped and undoubtedly had heard what Bridget had said. They all stood there, silently judging and I pressed my hand to my ribs.
"Sarah.." Callon whispered. I whipped my head back to him. "Tell me it isn't true." Callon became blurry. I wanted to tell him it was all a sick lie, but it wasn't and I couldn't lie to him. I shook my head, not finding my voice.
"Speak!" Callon ordered.
"I'm sorry", I squeked pathetically and turned away from him and ran past the students. I began running home.
"Wait!" a voice called out and without my brains consent my body obeyed. I shieled my face with my hands, still crying. Suddenly two big arms embraced me and pulled me into a massive chest.
"You have to stop running from me", Callon murmured into my hair. I was scared and confused.
"I'm sorry, Callon", I said quietly. Callons mouth was right next to my ear and he was purposely blowing warm air on it. I shuddered.
"For what?" he said still blowing out warm air on my ear.
"You know what", I said angrily escaping his embrace and staring defiantly into his eyes. His eyes darkened.
"No, I don't, mate", he said lowly.
"For being such a fuck up!" I yelled. I didn't cry anymore, I wasn't said, only angry and hurt that people who don't even know me judge me. Callon growled loudly and his fangs elongated.
"You. Are. Not. A. Fuck. Up." Callon stared down at me, daring me to disagree.
"Yes I am! And I know you think so to! I saw it in your eyes!" Right after I had finished the sentence Callon growled even louder and swept me into his arms, like I was a princess and he a knight. Surprised I let out a shout but then started hitting his chest.
"Callon, let me down, this instance!" I said. Callon ignored me and headed to the woods in inhuman speed. I became quiet and grabbed a hold of his hair to not fall down. Callon didn't stop until we were deep into the woods and then laid me down on the grass. I tried to get up but Callon laid down beside me and pushed me down.
"Stay", he growled. I looked into his eyes and I understood that he was close to losing control. He was more a wolf than man right now and his hair had grown darker, his nails were claws, his eyes were black and his back seemed to be crooked. I layed down quiet, not wanting to piss of the beast. I was laying down on my back on the grass but Callon lifted me slightly and put me down of his chest and put his nose in the crook of my neck and inhaled. I thought back to the werewolf novels I had read, where mates would mark each other in the neck. Did werewolves do that for real? I closed my eyes thinking it didn't matter, all that mattered was that he was here. With me. When I felt his heartrate slow down I tried to move position. Callons arms tightened around me, thinking I was trying to leave his embrace.
"I want to see you", I said. Callons arms loosened and I turned around so I was lying stomach on stomach with Callon. His eyes were no longer black, but still darker than usually. I took it as a good sign that his fangs and gone back in.
"Do you think I'm disgusting, now?" I asked, bracing myself for the answer. Callon looked shocked and then angry.
"Of course not, mate, how could you even think that way?" he said lowly. I saw his eyes become a shade darker and I reached out my hand to trace patterns on his chest. Immedietly his eyes softened.
"You looked disgusted", I said, letting my fingers go on a hike down south. Callon closed his eyes and moaned softly when I let my fingers under his waistband. I let my hand rest on his lower stomach, part of my fingers under his jeans and boxers.
"Not by you", he grunted, "by Bridget." Callon opened his eyes and made me look into his eyes.
"I could never find you disgusting and it breaks my heart, Sarah, that you thought I could", he said. "But what breaks my heart even more is that my mate, my love, my fucking everything might not have been here with me, and that she wanted to get away." I noticed that Callon cried silently, and he looked so devasted that I began crying again, too.
"You are everything, Sarah. I don't know how I made it this far without you, but now that I know true happiness I can't live without it! Without you!" Callon wiped away his tears angrily. He took my shoulders and rolled unto me so my hand went out of his jeans and I was lying on my back on the grass. Callon was half lying on me, holding himself up on his two arms around me, letting his lowerbody, and erection, press into my lower body.
"I'm sorry", I whispered.
"Where is your scars?" he said. I looked at him oddly. "Sarah, show me your scars."
"My stomach", I said weakly. Callon sat up on his legs and I was about to follow when he put a hand on my shoulder and pressed me down again. For a while Callon didn't do anything. He only looked at me, like I was about to vanish into thin air any minute and he wanted to remember every part of me. I blushed slightly when his gaze travelled down from my face to my breast, to my stomach, to my sex and to my legs. When his gaze came back to my eyes his eyes were black again.
"Don't you understand what you are doing to me, woman?" he said low. He looked like he was in pain.
"I'm sorry", I said again. He growled.
"Don't apologize. Do you want to know how much you effect me? How much I want you? Need you?" I gulped and nodded. Callon took my hand and pressed his lips to it and then put it over his erection through his jeans. I gasped and tried to pull my hand away but Callon held it still. He looked at me with his black intense eyes.
"This is all your doing, Sarah, it's all you. This is how much I want you and this", Callon said moving my hand from his erection to over his heart, "is how much I love you." Callons heart was beating so fast and I felt proud that I had made his heart beat this fast and his sex so hard.
"You are perfect to me, Sarah", he said quietly. Callon let go of my hand and lifted my t-shirt up. I gasped and tried to pull it back down but Callon wouldn't let me. I hid my face in my hands, feeling embarrassed. Callon was quiet and I knew what he saw. All those scars from hurting myself for years, all over my stomach and my freshly new made wounds. I let my tears fall knowing Callon would get up and leave me now. No one could think I was beautiful after seeing my scars. But then I felt something warm press down on the side of my ribs where I had cut yesterday. I looked to see what it was. Callon was kissing my scars, lightly, lovingly.
"Stop it", I said, "you don't have to force yourself. It's alright, Callon, I understand." Callon didn't answer and I tried to pull his head away but Callon kept on kissing my scars. Seeing him kissing my scars so lovingly, and with a face of adoration I broke down. Everything that I had tried to avoid came back to me, and I cried for it all. I cried because I was depressed, I cried because my parents didn't want me after my suicide attempt, I cried because of the judgmental faces of the people in school, I cried because I loved Callon so much and under it all Callon kept on kissing my scars.
When I had calmed down Callon stopped kissing my scars and put my shirt down. The tingles from his touch was still there.
"Sarah, you are beautiful, with or without scars", he said, "do you understand that?" I nodded. But I didn't. Callon took my hand and placed it over his erection again. I blushed when I noticed it was even more noticeable this time.
"You are beautiful, Sarah, do you understand?"
"Maybe", I said honestly. Callon nodded.
"That's ok, I will make you realise just how beautiful you are. But first you have to promise me to stop hurting yourself. If you have to hurt someone, then hurt me, cut me, hit me, bite me, do whatever you need to do, but I forbid you to hurt yourself ever again!" His voice rose for every word.
"I will try", I said meekly.
"No, Sarah! You will not hurt yourself ever again! And you will not try to kill yourself! I forbid it!" Callons voice were angry and witnessed of authority but then I looked at him. I really truly looked at Callon and saw him. I saw through his body being big as a horse, his face that looked angry and stoic. I saw how scared he was, to lose me, that I would disappear. I saw the love and protectiveness he felt for me and I knew I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't hurt him anymore. He loved me. This supermodel looking man loved me. And I loved him.
"I promise Callon, I do, I promise. I love you", I said and embraced him. I tangled my hands into his hair and pressed my lips to his. Callon quickly took control of the kiss and he gently bit my underlip and I moaned. He took it as a chance to let his tounge in and my hands traced his scapula while he cupped my breast. I bucked my hips so that his erection were pressing against my sex and he moaned. Callon pulled away when I tried to unbutton his jeans.
"No, not like this, babe, not in the woods", he breathed heavily.
"You are a wolf, you should like the woods", I said trying to get him to lay down on me again.
"I love the woods, but I don't want our first time to be here, I want it to be more romantic, you deserve roses scattered around the room and lit candles." I nodded and let him sit up and sat up myself. We sat side by side, not touching, but still closer than ever and didn't say anything. For the first time in a long time I didn't feel sad or scared about what the future holds. I felt happy and strong. Complete. I looked to Callon and smiled.
"I love you", I said.
"I love you more", he answered.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I was sitting on Callons back while he was walking with human speed back to school. I was leaning my head towards his shoulder and was half asleep when Callon broke the silence.
"Yes, but not now", I answered.
"You are going to have to talk about it some time, Sarah", he replied seriously. He was right. I knew he was and I knew I needed help.
"I'm going to talk to a psychiatrist, again, and then I have you", I said, fondly kissing Callons shoulder.
"Damn right you do", Callon muttered but I heard the smile in his voice.
"I'm going to take a nap", I said yawning.
"See you soon, princess" he said. I smiled and knew it was going to be alright. It had been a rocky and lonely road until now but I was no longer alone and it was hard, but the road had brought me here. I tightened my arms around my man. He was it. He was the one I had prayed word.
Thank you, God, I thought before drifting off to my man softly humming.

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2.

The rest of the day went by quietly. Callon and I kept to ourselves, which suited me perfectly because I wasn't feeling up to meeting new people and hang out with them. All I wanted to do was rest in Callons arms in the grass like we were doing right now. We had a 20 minutes break and then we would have our last class for today. I was sitting on Callons lap with him rocking me gently while humming and people were whispering around us, probably about the schools new couple. I had noticed that Callon were popular, because more than some girls had glared daggers at me and tried to get Callons attention, and boys had greeted Callon and nodded at me. Callon had given the boys the secret handshake of men and then put his arms around me again. At lunch Callon had been asked if we would eat with them as usual, them being the cheerleaders and jocks, including the two blond guys and the brown haired boy. Callon had introduced me to the triplets, because they were always together, and the blond guys were called Daniel and Matthew. The brown haired guy was called Sam. Daniel and Matthew were loud and flirtatious while Sam was quiet and calculating. I found Sam observing me during lunch which made me grasp Callons hand and Callon growl at Sam. Callon, I noticed, growled a lot. Callons usually stern expression and his large body and tendency to not speak more than necessary made others respect him.
"I wish we could stay like this forever", I said more to myself than to Callon.
"Who says we can't, baby?" I giggled.
"The tardy bell."
"It would be a shame if someone accidently broke it", Callon responded. I smiled, I guess it should slightly scare me that I knew Callon actually would brake the bell if I asked him to, but it didn't. I knew Callons intentions were all good. I rose which made Callon tighten his arms around me.
"I need to go to the bathroom before the next class, lover", I said raising my eyebrow at him. Callon rose but didn't let go of him.
"And", I continued, "I'm going to go to the bathroom by myself." Callons face fell.
"I will stay outside, baby", he said trying to compromise.
"No, you go ahead and go to class." Callon looked like he was about to protest so I kissed him lightly on his cheek.
"If you are a good boy I might just sit in your lap during class", I whispered seductively. Callon looked like a child who had just gotten a new toy.
"Really?" he said. I nodded. Callon embraced me and kissed me on the side of my neck. He didn't let go of me until I started prying his arms away from me.
"See you soon, baby", he whispered huskily in my ear. I shuddered content. I went to the bathroom while Callon went to our class. The bathroom were clean and in a soft red color and it consisted of four stalls. I went into one of them and didn't think about it when I heard the door open.
"Did you see the new girl?" a familiar loud voice said. I felt my face go pale.
"Yes, she has been clinging onto Callon all day", another voice said. I looked under the door and saw that there was four girls, all wearing high heels. I recognised one of the shoes and understood that the first girl who had spoken was Bridget. They all stood facing the mirrors and I thought that they probably fixed their make up.
"Someone really need to teach her a lesson", Bridget said. I drew in a breath and braced myself for what I was about to hear.
"What do you wanna do sister?" a third voice said.
"We are going to make her go back to the place she came from", Bridget said low and suddenly they all went quiet. I felt like I was about to pass out when I saw their boots come closer to my stall. Suddenly there was a loud banging sound.
"Hey, you done soon?" One of the girls asked as she banged her palm on the door to my stall. I didn't know what to do. If I answered they would know that I heard them, but if I didn't, what then?
"Hello, retard?" Someone started pulling on the door knob and I felt my insides turn.
"Leave it alone Adrianna, she's worth it", the fourth voice said.
"Whatever you say Cecilia", Adrianna answered but not without kicking the door once. I felt myself relax when the high heels sisters went out of the bathroom but when I tried to stand I couldn't.
Stop being ridiclous, I reprimanded myself, they won't hurt you. But then I remembered what Bridget haid said, her voice low and lethal. I shuddered. I allowed myself to sit down for a minute and then went out to wash my hands and splattered some icy cold water on my face.
"It's going to be alright, I promise", I said to myself walking out of the bathroom.
Callon was waiting outside the classrom looking anxiously for something, or more like someone. When Callon saw me he rushed to me.
"What took you so long? Are you alright?" I looked up at this man who was only 18 but were as big as a horse. All my worries washed away, Callon would never let anyone hurt me.
"Callon, it's fine", I said smiling reassuringly. Suddenly Callon took my face in his big hands and tilted my head up so I looked directly into his eyes.
"You are scared, why?" Callons voice were low and promised of death.
"It's nothing, Callon", I said trying to get him to release me.
"It's not nothing, I will kill whoever hurts my mate!" he growled and people around us stopped dead in their tracks. The triples were standing behind Callon looking worried. It dawned on me what Callon just had said and everything became clear to me. All those hours of reading on the internet romance novels of possessive and loving alphas came back to me, and I felt like someone had stolen the air.
"L-let go", I said pathetically stuttering. Callon didn't seem to hear me as he kept on growling. The triplets were trying to reason with Callon and walked carefully towards us. Callon was too far gone to hear and I knew my theory was right when I saw Callons fangs elongate.
"Please let go, you are hurting me, Callon", I said meaning it because his nails had become claws and they were digging into my cheeks.
"Let her go", Sam said quietly to Callon.
"Mine!" Callon snapped and took me in his arms and started backing away from the triplets who held their hands up in a surrender.
"Yes, she is yours, and no one is threating her and no one is going to take her away. But you are hurting her, alpha, she is bleeding", Sam said. Callons hold on me softened and he looked worriedly into my face.
"Am I hurting you, kitten?"
"A little bit", I answered immediately wishing I could take it back. Callon looked crushed.
"I'm sorry", he said and ran with inhuman speed to the door and to the surrounding woods. I was about to follow but someone took my arm. It was Sam.
"Are you alright?" I nodded.
"Good, stay here!" He ordered and the triplets ran out to follow their alpha. Students were surrounding me, but it was like everyone were holding their breaths. I looked at them.
I wonder how many of them are werewolves? I backed away when a brown haired girl took a step to me. She is a werewolf, I thought.
"Is there anything I can do?" she asked. Leave me alone, I thought.
"Oh no, what has happened? Are you alright Sarah?" Bridget was suddenly behind me looking concerned. She was going to touch me but I took a couple of steps back. They are all fake, I thought.
"Sarah what is wrong?" Bridget asked. I shook my head. This is all so twisted, so wrong. I saw the three girls that she had conspired with in the bathroom behind her. They were all beautiful and not trashy with too short skirts and too thight shirts at all. They were just natural beautiful and I understood that they were werewolves too. I knew I needed to get away so I ran past Bridget and her minions and when I was outside I ran to the opposite direction of where Callon took of to. After a while I could feel the similar feeling of an astma attack but I didn't care. I kept on running until I came home. I sent a quick text to my aunt that she didn't have to get me after school because I had a migraine and went home early. I went upstairs to my room and felt like my body were filled with stones. I collapsed on my unmade bed and stared bankly into the atmosphere.
What now? What do I do now? I felt tears slide down my face sideways but I didn't bother to wipe them away. There would only be more. My eyes drifted to my bookshelf. A room without books are like a body without soul, I thought, quoting Cicero. But I weren't looking at the books, I was looking at what one of the books hid. I went to the bookshelf robotically and took out a small book whom I had hidden away, I opened it and there they were. The razorblades. I took them in my hands and felt the coldness of them.
I shouldn't, I thought. But I still took one and pressed it down on the skin over my ribs. This is know, I thought, this is a feeling I'm similar to. This is how I deal with things. For a while I felt nothing but a imaginary peace and I stopped crying. But as I hid closed the book with the razorblades and went to wash my hands and change t-shirt the feeling of disappointment came. I failed again. I went back to bed and stared up at the ceiling.
I wonder what Callon is doing right now? I wanted, needed to see and talk to him. I knew for sure that he was a werewolf. And judging by the respect he was shown and taking into consideration that Sam had called Callon alpha, he was an alpha. Does he shift only during fullmoons or is he in the woods right now, chasing a rabbit? I thought about what Callon had called me. Mate. I knew we were mates, soulmates of a sort, because of the static and well frankly, I didn't think I could ever live without him again. With Callon everything that used to not make sense, suddenly made sense and I didn't care so much about the fact that he was a werewolf. I thought about the aching skin over my ribs. It was me who was the problem.
He wouldn't want someone like me, anyway, I thought before drifting off.

I woke up by someone gently stroking my cheek.
"Honey, wake up, it's dinner time", aunt Jenn said.
"I will be down in a minute, Auntie", I said yawning. Aunt Jenn nodded and went downstairs. I looked down at my stomach looking for any tracks of blood on my white t-shirt. My white t-shirt were all clean. Aunt Jenn and uncle Lou were already sitting by the table when I came downstair.
"Hi Lou", I said smiling.
"Hi mushroom", uncle Lou responded using the nickname he gave me when I was about eight.
"How was your day at school, except you having a migraine", asked Jenn.
"It was OK", said I unsure of whether I should tell them about Callon or not.
"Did you meet any cute boys?" Jenn asked and I went crimson.
"So you did? Is there anyone special in mind right now?" Jenn continued. I shrugged and ate a potatoe. The thought of Callon made me want to go to him, though it had only been a couple of hours since we last saw each other I wanted to see him. I missed him.
"His name is Callon", I said suddenly. Jenn and Lou looked up at each other, clearly knowing something.
"Do you know about him?" I asked. Uncle Lou cleared his throat.
"It's more that I know his family and know about him, a great kid of what I have heared", Lou answered. Jenn looked at Lou.
"What about you Auntie?"
"Oh, I don't know him sweetie, I have only heard about him." Jenn answered not looking very keen on elaborating. But I was persistent.
"What about him?" Jenn looked at Lou again.
"Mushroom, Callon is the heir of his parents company, or more like companies. His family have lived here for a long time and everyone knows about Callon and his family. They are rich and hold a lot of power." I didn't know what to think about what I had just learned so I only continued eating my food and the rest of the dinner we were all quiet. I knew uncle Lou knew more than he was letting on by I decided to ask him later when it was just the two of us. After dinner and when I had finished doing the dishes I went upstair to think about this whole Callon mess.
I was lying in my bed with The sorrow of young Werther lying on my stomach when Jenn came in. I raised myself to a sitting position.
"Honey, I'm going to be honest and cut to the chase", Jenn said sitting down of the side of my bed. I raised my eyebrow.
"I don't want you to hang out with that Callon boy, honey." I felt a faint anger toward my aunt when she said that which surprised me.
"Why, auntie?"
"I think they are a cult, Lou and his family were, and his family still am, with them and he doesn't talk about it except that they all just lived either in the same house or in the neighbouring households and keep to themselves." I was shocked to hear that uncle Lou had been with them. Does that mean Lou is a werewolf too? And does aunt Jenn know about it?
"I really like Callon, auntie", I said before I knew it myself. Aunt Jenn smiled.
"I know you do, honey, and I want you to be happy. Just be careful, ok?"
"I will, auntie."
"Good, now I'm going to go for a short walk but I'm glad to see you so alive, Sarah." Aunt Jenn said and I smiled. I felt alive, too, and I knew it was Callons doing. I waited until I heard the door slam shut and I knew Jenn was on her way on her evening walk. I ran down stairs.
"Uncle Lou?" I asked.
"In here, mushroom", he responded and I went to the living room where he was watching sports on TV.
"Is it true what I'm thinking, uncle?" I asked unsure of how to put it. Uncle Lou looked at me amused.
"Depends on what you are thinking, mushroom", he answered.
"About Callon and his family, and you", I whispered. Lou´s amusement vanished.
"What about us?" he asked.
"Are you sure you don't know what I'm thinking, Lou? It's hard to say out loud."
"Sarah, I have no idea what you are talking about", unce Lou said. But I saw it in his eyes that he did know.
"So it's true, then", I said slomping down beside him in the sofa, "you are werewolves."
"Sarah who told you this nonsense?"
"I figured it out myself, kinda." I was looking at my feet but I could feel Lou´s eyes on me. He sighed.
"Yes, it's true. We are werewolves. But it isn't something you should know! Who made you figure it out?"
"Callon. He got angry and he called me something, which reminded me of the romance novels I used to read. And when his nails turned into claws and his fangs elongated it was proof enough." I glanced toward Lou and saw that he was looking attentively out into open space.
"Are you a werewolf, too?" Uncle Lou nodded his head absentmindedly.
"Does she know?"
"No, and you can't tell her, Sarah. It's dangerous for humans to know about us, some could want you dead for knowing about us. This is important, Sarah, do you understand?" Lou were looking directly at me and I looked back and nodded.
"What did he call you?" Lou asked and didn't look like he wanted to murder someone anymore. I blushed.
"Mate", I squeked. Uncle Lou looked surprised but then smiled.
"I heard that he had found her but who would have thought it would have been my mushroom?" Lou said, more to himself than to me.
"Tell me about mates, uncle." Uncle Lou smiled at me.
"Everyone, humans and werewolves, have a soulmate. It's rare that you meet them but it happens more often to werewolves since their wolves push them towards their mate, but it still happens very seldom. When you meet your mate you can't live without them, and especially if it's a male werewolf, they will be very protective and not be able to be calm if their mate isn't by their side." Uncle Lou paused.
"Is aunt Jenn your mate?" Uncle Lou shook his head.
"I love her very much, though. Most of us never meet our mate and that is why we get in relationships with others."
"What did you mean when you said that you heard he had found her?"
"Werewolves belongs in packs, and every pack is run by an Alpha. Brent is the alpha of our pack, which is also Callons father." Uncle Lou looked at me to see if I were following. I nodded.
"Then there is a beta, who helps the alpha, and then comes the gamma. The whole pack shares a mindlink and the same they that you arrived here alpha Brent told everyone that his son had found his mate." Uncle Lou smiled. "Callon´s wolf pushed him to go to the airport, mushroom, because he could feel that you would be there. You are mates."
"Is that why there is this kind of static between us, that makes me want to go to him? And is that why there is tingles when we touch?" Uncle Lou smiled and nodded.
"You really are mates." Uncle Lou laughed and swept me into a hug.
"This is great news, mushroom, this is wonderful!" I laughed too. Uncle Lou asked me if i had any more questions but I said I didn't, because, I didn't really know what to think right now. I knew unlce Lou didn't lie, I knew werewolves really existed and when Uncle Lou told me that Callon and I am mates I knew it is so. I went upstairs and thought about my werewolf until I fell asleep.

I was dressing for yet another day at school and felt that I couldn't wait to see Callon when I heard the doorbell. I didn't think much about it. Aunt Jenn opened and suddenly shouted for me.
"I'm coming!" I said and put down the brush. I ran down the stairs wondering what Jenn wanted.
"You are a friend of Sarah´s then?" Aunt asked and I wondered who it was.
"Yes, Mrs, my name is Bridged, it's nice to meet you", my inside went cold. I arrived at where Bridget and my aunt stood in the kitched.
"This kind girl came to ask if you wanted a ride, Sarah!" Jenn said and looked like she had fallen in love with Bridget, whom, I knew were as fake as you can get. I tried to smile.
"Hi Sarah, I was worried because you went home so early yesterday", Bridget said and I was taken back by the sincerity in her voice.
"Thanks, but I'm fine. Just had a headache."
"That's a relief!" Bridget laughed. "Are you ready to go to school, then?" I was looking for excuses in my head but found none.
"Yes", I said low.
"Bye girls!" Aunt said and we both said good bye and then we went out to Bridgets car which was an expensive looking one. It was gorgeous and I felt slightly jealous that she had such a beautiful car and a driving license.
"You do have a driving license, right?" I said worried. Bridget looked at me and if I hadn't overheard her in the bathroom I wouldn't have catched the hate in her eyes because it was gone so fast.
"Of course silly!" She said laughing. I buckled up and we started driving. The closer to the school we got the more intense the static became and I knew Callon was already in school. I felt my heart perk up about the thought of seeing him again. Bridget was talking about something but I didn't listen. I was only interested in Callon.
"Is that understood, bitch?" I jumped slightly by the hate in Bridgets voice and looked at her. She kept her eyes on the road luckily.
"What?" I said shocked.
"What? Are you not only stupid but deaf, too? I said stay away from Callon." Bridget looked calm like she was talking about the weather but her voice held so much hate and anger I was scared. But I didn't let it show, Callon was mine after all.
"And why should I, Bridget honey?" I asked in a sickly sweet voice.
"Because if you don't I will tell him and the whole school about what you do when you are alone, and why you moved here." Bridget looked quickly at me and knew from my deadly pale face that she had me. I couldn't let her tell anyone. I would have to move again. I wanted to cry at the thought of moving away from Callon. Callon wouldn't want me if he knew, anyway.
"I don't know what you are talking about", but I knew it was to no use. She had found out. And she would tell everyone, Callon included.
"Don't lie to me, sweet Sarah, my dad is the head of the hospital, all I had to do was to say please and he looked up your file. I took a copy of it, Sarah, and I learned it, do you want me to read it for you?" I shook my head.
"Really? But I could.. "Seventeen year old girl who was admitted into hospital for self-injury and had to have stitches.." " she began and I felt tears threaten to fall, "but that is not all, is it, Sarah? You sure you don't want me to continue?" I nodded.
"Just stop it, I will stay away from him, but if you tell anyone you are going to regret it," I said wiping away a couple of tears. Bridget only smiled. I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach when I saw Callon stand outside the school, looking everywhere as he was searching for someone. When I was about to open the door Bridget spoke up.
"Remember what we talked about", she said nodding towards Callon.
"I will", I answered and stepped out the car. Immediately Callons head whipped towards me.
"Sarah! I was looking for you!" He said and almost ran to me. I ignored him and walked to the school.
"Hi, Callon", Bridget said.
"Yeah, hi", he said, "Sarah, wait up." I kept on walking and hoped Callon would understand.
"Sarah?" Callon said carefully, "I'm sorry for yesterday, do you still hurt?" I let myself look towards Callon who looked sad. He wore a black leather jacket and loose jeans and a white sweater. He looked amazing.
"Leave me, alone" I said and were going to continue walk when someone grabbed my arms. The tingles told me who it was.
"I'm sorry, Sarah, please let me explain", Callon pleaded and tried to get me to look at him but I looked towards Bridget who had death promised in her eyes.
"I already know, freak! Leave me alone!" I shouted and pushed Callon away so he lost his hold on me. I looked into Callons eyes and I swear I saw his heart break. I'm sorry, I thought, I'm so so sorry Callon.
"Just give me a chance and I will explain", he said low. He looked like he was breaking and I wanted nothing more to hold him and tell him I didn't care. I loved him. I had loved him since before I even laid my eyes on him. But I would rather love him from afar then have him find me disgusting, so I turned from him and went to my locker.
"Forget about her, Callon, she's just a bitch", Bridget said and I wanted to kill her.

Värmen från hans kropp silades mellan våra kläder till min hud och fick det att gå välbehagliga rysningar över min kropp. Hans blåa ögon blickade ner på mig och jag såg obeslutsamheten i hans ögon. Han särade på läpparna och drog ett långsamt andetag. "Fan ta dig." mumlade han innan hans läppar trycktes mot mina. Mina djuriska lustar tog över och jag kysste honom girigt tillbaka, han tunga slickade mina slutna läppar och jag gav hon tillträde till min mun. Vi brottades om dominansen. Hans händer färdades uppför och jag krökte rygg när hans händer nuddade såren. Han avbröt genast kyssen och höll om mig med slappa armar. 

"Skit." John skakade på huvudet och vände på klacken när han stormade ut genom dörren. Något förvirrad gick jag till badrummet innan jag kröp upp i sängen och somnade. 

 

Jag vaknade av att pappa och Ellie satt i min säng, de log ner på mig och jag kunde se hur arbetet hade förändrat dem. Fett hade bränts, muskler hade byggts och ansikten hade härdats. Vi småpratade men vi alla undvek ämnet om mamma, Gwen kom in och avbröt samtalet och skickade ut dem att jobba samtidigt som hon gav mig mat. 

Mina dagar var långtråkiga och började flyta ihop. Jag började inse att John var allt jag väntade på, tanken att han skulle komma och träffa mig gjorde all väntan uthärdig, men nu när jag inte visste om han skulle komma, det gjorde ont bara att tänka den tanken. 

 

Sårskorporna lossnade en efter än och det blev kvar rosa ärr som med tiden skulle försvinna, jag började kunna röra mig obehindrat. Gwen kom in med en liten radio där jag kunde höra de senaste nyheterna om kriget. Längtan skar i mitt bröst och jag visste hur gärna  jag ville återvända till Sverige. Men varför? Vad får jag ut av det? Det är ändå inte likadant som det var innan jag reste? Nej jag måste ha ett mål, annars dör jag i förtid, jag måste sikta in mig på något viktigt i livet annars är allt det här arbetet inte värt någonting. Jag kände paniken växa i bröstet och jag måste ha somnat gråtandes för jag vaknade upp på min fuktiga kudde med ovanligt trassligt hår. Jag måste ha sovit oroligt. Den rodnande solnedgången lyste sina röda strålar genom fönstret. Jag drog handen genom mitt hår, något var annorlunda i rummet. Min blick svepte över rummet två gånger innan jag hittade det. John satt i stolen och tittade på mig med uttryckslöst ansikte. Jag stelnade till i sängen och tittade på honom samtidigt som jag kände den välkända oron stiga i magen. Jag reste mig ostadigt och jag såg hur det ryckte i Johns lemmar att resa sig och hjälpa mig men han satt kvar. Jag gick ostadigt till badrummet och borstade tänderna och gick på toa. Jag tittade ner på min alldeles förstora tröja som jag nu inte kände igen.. Vems var det? Jag gick ut igen och såg John stå vid fönstret den här gången. Han vände sig långsamt om när han hörde att jag kom in i rummet igen. John slöt avståndet mellan oss och tog mig löst i sina armar. 

"Vad gör du med mig?" viskade han tyst. Jag stirrade på honom innan han kysste mig mjukt och passionerat. Jag kände all hans åtrå och frustration i den kyssen. Hans händer vandrade från min nacke ner över min rygg, försiktigt och mjukt, han är rädd för att skada mig!? Vår kyss förvandlades till något girigt och djuriskt, jag behövde honom och han behövde mig. Han samlade upp det tunna tyget av min tröja i sina stora händer och drog det över huvudet på mig, för en sekund bröts vår kyss innan våra läppar återfann varandra. Solen värmde min nakna hud genom fönstret. Han tog av sig sin tröja och jag knäppte upp hans slitna jeans. Jag kysste hans nakna bröst samtidigt som jag drog ner han byxor som han stampade av sig. Jag inspekterade bulan under kalsongerna och log upp mot honom. Jag ställde mig upp och kysste honom hungrigt innan jag backade honom mot sängen tills han låg ner. Han flinade upp mot mig. Jag lade mig bredvid honom på sängen innan jag började klättra på hans bröst samtidigt som jag lade mitt ben mellan hans och började gnida mig lätt mot honom. Han stönade och masserade mina bröst samtidigt som våra tungor tävlade om dominansen. Jag drog ner min hand och masserade hans bula, han stönade in i min mun och jag kände han hårdna under det tunna tyget. Jag flinade mot honom och kysste honom längs bröstet och drog ner hans kalsonger och släppte lös honom. Där stod han i sin fulla längd och ryckte i förväntan. Jag kände hjärtat bulta i bröstet, jag har aldrig gjort det här förut.Han log ner mot mig ett lugnade och försäkrande leende. "Du behöver inte om du inte vill." Jag ryckte på axlarna fullt bestämd att ge honom lite nöje. Jag kysste honom på toppen och han stönade ut av välbehag. Jag stack ut tungan och slickade honom längs han stora erektion. Han greppade lakana i sängen och försökte ligga stilla men det ryckte i honom. Jag tog honom långsamt i munnen och jag återgäldades av låga stönaden. Jag hann inte göra mycket innan John tog tag i mitt huvud och drog mig undan. "Inte mer nu." flåsade han och gav mig ett snett leende. Jag höjde ögonbrynet mot honom och det ryckte i min mungipa. Han höjde ögonbrynet tillbaka till mig. "Jag ska väl hålla ut till nästa akt också? Du tar slut på mig" Han flinade elakt mot mig och jag skrattade högt. Han rullade runt mig så jag låg under honom. Han kysste mig från örat nerför min hals och axel, nerför mina bröst. Hans läppar rörde sig fjäderlätt nerför min mage vilket fick mig att vrida mig av åtrå under honom. Han drog i mina trosor. "Jag tror inte vi behöver dessa längre." Han kastade dem på golvet och kysste min kropp. Han kysste och nafsade lätt insidan av mina lår vilket fick mig att rysa av välbehag. Läpparna färdades uppför min kropp igen och våra läppar möttes i en dominerande duell. Jag kände hur han placerade sig vid min ingång innan han försiktigt trängde in i mig.Aldrig trodde jag att jag skulle förlora oskulden i Kina... Men jag trodde aldrig helller att jag skulle hit. Han drog sig långsamt ut innan han trängde ännu längre in i mig i nästa stöt. Jag stönande in i hans mun och han suckade innan han började röra sig rytmiskt i mig. Våra tungor duellerade för fullt när jag kände hur njutningen trappades upp och John ökade farten ännu mer. Han gjorde en sista stöt som fick mig att komma överväldigande kraftigt samtidigt som han nådde sitt klimax. Han stönande i min mun innan han rullade åt sidan och höll om mig. Hmm, varför lever jag inte kvar här? Lever med John och min familj? Vad har jag i Sverige att hämta? ingenting! Nåväl vi ska inte vara kvar i ett flyktingläger för evigt, eller Kina för den delen men tillsammans ska vi vara. John kramade mig bakifrån när solen gick ner över himlen. "Jag är kär i dig." viskade han och jag somnade med ett leende på läpparna.