Savor the Night - Grell Sutcliffe (the little red hen ebook .TXT) 📗

What did guys see in me? I shook my head, getting rid of the thought. I finally walked away, disgusted with myself.

I stood, moments later, in the shower, letting the water hit my skin. I, yet again, went back to thinking about the wolf. It seemed as though I was obsessing over it. Why did it have green eyes? The last time I'd seen a wolf, it had had gray or yellow eyes. So, why were its eyes green? I felt the water getting colder. I shivered and turned the water off. Good thing I'd taken a shower after Alejandro and Mira. They would have freaked out at me.

I got out of the shower and gathered my stuff. I took it to my room, which was right across the hall. I silently dressed and put my hair in a braid. There was the sound of a branch breaking from outside my window. I turned and saw a guy. A sexy guy to be exact.

I was wondering if he was naked, so my eyes flew down. I mentally sighed, relieved he was wearing shorts. My eyes went back up to his face. He had a scar on what must have been the right side of his face. It ran down his cheek, intersected twice by smaller scars. His lips were just like any other guy's.....except they were twisted up in an arrogant grin. I looked p at his eyes. They were bright green and held an amused, almost flirtatious, expression. I followed his eyes. Then I realized that I was only wearing boy briefs like I always did. I felt my face flush and ran to the window to close the curtain.

Hottie Mallatie, with a swimmer's body, had seen me dressing. I was furious with myself. Why had I let this happen to me? Why had I not closed the blinds earlier? What was wrong with me?


I woke up in the middle of the night from a fitful sleep. I had had an epiphany just before I had drifted to sleep. The man who had seen me dressing had the smae eyes as the wolf from yesterday. What was the connection? I didn't understand.

The nightmare that I had was about the wolf and the man. The wolf had stood there before. When I blinked it was the man. He was laughing at me. What are you, I'd said to him. He stopped laughing momentarily, then shook his head. He turned and walked away from me. I felt as though I were glued to the ground; I couldn't run after him. Wait! Please answer me

I screamed after him. My voice came out as a whisper and I cried in frustration.

That nightmare had weirded out and I couldn't seem to fall back to sleep. I sat on my bed, thinking. There was no connection to that man and the wolf. Or was there? I shook that question out of my head. There was no such things as werewolves. There was no scientific proof of it.

Imprint

Publication Date: 08-27-2010

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Dedication:
This book is dedicated to my favorite cousin, Jonetta, and to my little brother who helped me name this book when I was stuck.