#theothirsttrap

Everything hurt, and you couldn’t breathe. That was before you passes out from the pain, the battle still raging on behind you. When you woke up, something was different. You open your eyes to see Theo, looking at you with worried eyes, whispering something about being scared you wouldn’t wake up.

You are in your room, and turn to look at yourself in the mirror, jumping back when you see your bright yellow eyes. You turn to him in anger. “You TURNED me?”

“I had to Y/N, you were dying! What was I supposed to do?” He snaps, his eyes turning as well. You shrug sarcastically, “I don’t know? You should’ve let me die instead of turning me into a werewolf!” 

He had told you to him at the abandoned house on April Avenue, on the edge of town at 10:15. You and Theo have kept this secret from the pack for a couple weeks now, and every night that this happened, it has convinced you to continue. The house is far enough away to not be found accidentally, but also close enough so you could say you were going around the abandoned neighbourhood for a jog. Because of this, you are dressed in a light running shirt and leggings, and outside the abandoned house by ten. 

You feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you waist and you immediately recognise them, leaning back onto his muscled chest. “You’re early.” He whispers as he trails kisses down your neck and you sigh in response, tilting your head. ‘Why would I want to miss a second of this?” You reply, a cheeky lilt in your voice.

Theo fiddles with the bottom of your shirt, moving to pull it off, but you turn around and tug on his instead. He grins and pulls you inside, turning the lights on before throwing his shirt across the room, pulling you in for a passionate kiss.