The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway

Book 1 Chapter 32 

‘You...you turned into a wolf; I didn‘t imagine that right?‘ | ask, my breathing becoming shallow and rapid as I remember the scene from earlier. Something that will probably haunt me for the rest of my life. 

“You didn‘t imagine it, it happened, he watches me cautiously, as though I might scream again at any moment. To be honest, I feel too lightheaded to scream. I lean back against the wall for support, suddenly feeling very claustrophobic and panicky. 

“How can this be happening? Werewolves don‘t exist, I ask, mostly to myself, and rub my eyes. 

I know it‘s a lot to take in, I‘m sorry you found out this way, his low voice is soothing as he places his hand on my shoulder. I let it stay there for a second, enjoying his warmth, before I shrug it off and take a step away from him. He looks dejectedly at me and a tiny, tiny part of me feels bad. 

‘You look very pale, sit down for a bit, he gestures towards the bed, I don‘t fight him as he places his large hand on my lower back and guides me over. I sit down, but keep my eyes on him the whole time, struggling to keep my gaze on his face, not his package. As if sensing my unease, he steps a few meters away and goes over to a drawer, he takes out a pair of boxers and I‘m very relieved when he puts them on, covering himself, thank the Lord. 

‘Perhaps I‘m pale because I‘ve just been kidnapped and I‘m terrified I might be killed, I snap angrily, and he has the nerve to look guilty. I have to force my eyes not to drop to his beautifully sculpted abs that are on display 

I‘m not going to hurt you, I promise, quite the opposite actually, he comments and smirks at me, I nar row my eyes at his implication, 

I‘m still just in my underwear. I quickly cover myself with my arms and look up at my kidnapper who is watching me with

for him to at least look away, but the door flies open, and

performs what can only be described as an impression of a flying squirrel, as he spreads like a starfish and throws himself on top of me, kind of like a

to one side so

grabs him by the shoulders and yanks him off me. I jump up and wrap the duvet around me, needing to cover myself and it doubles as some form of protection. I watch in shock and horror as the two of them fight on the carpet. They roll around, throwing punches and grunting at each other. It really is the strangest sight. It becomes stranger when

the violence and my heart lifts in hope. The woman is wearing a dressing gown and has terrible bed–hair, but seems perfectly normal

help me!

me, he kidnapped me!‘ I shout, I jump off the bed and run towards her, still wrapped in a giant grey duvet.

She asks, she looks horrified, and I feel like crying with joy

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in the woods, I explain, reaching for her hand to try and express

shouts, I look over to my kidnapper, apparently he‘s called Eli, I‘m not surprised to find him