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Stella followed Blake as he started to walk to the kitchen, it wasn't like she had anything better to do than seeing someone cook. She stood about five steps away from Blake, giving him some room to work with. Ofcourse she knew that Blake were right, she should have eaten when Rilo ate in the morning but at that time she thought that she would get killed and couldn't think about food at all. It was hard to get out the thought when someone had almost killed you the night before.
His answer made her wonder a bit how he felt about never looking older than sixteen, maybe he liked looking like that but for a guy to look so cute as he did could be bad. All guys didn't like being called cute all the time. But maybe he didn't have any problems with it. He turned to her and suddenly his body started to change, it didn't take long for it to have changed completely and before her stood a big wolf, no it was a werewolf. He were like the one they had met outside. She hadn't thought about it before but Rilo had told her that there were a werewolf in the cave with him before, hadn't he? Then something happened that she really didn't thought would happen, it looked like he were going to attack her. But before he were able to Rilo suddenly appeard.
How bad luck could a human have? She had been attacked by two demons and two werewolf within the time of twentyfour hours. It must be some kind of record. Rilo weren't in his human form anymore, even though she couldn't see his red eyes or fangs she could still see his ears. Stella shivered as Blake got slashed over the belly by Rilo's claws, then Blake turned in to his other form again. His wound started to heal immediately which amazed her, she had never seen anything like it.
Blake started to plead to Rilo for forgivness but stopped, she could only guess how Rilo looked at him at the moment. "I'm fine" She said while trying to think about the words to make him release the grip he had on Blakes throat, it looked so painful so she almost felt it herself. "He already said that he's sorry, shouldn't you let go of his throat?" It was formulated as a question but it sounded more as a demand.
His answer made her wonder a bit how he felt about never looking older than sixteen, maybe he liked looking like that but for a guy to look so cute as he did could be bad. All guys didn't like being called cute all the time. But maybe he didn't have any problems with it. He turned to her and suddenly his body started to change, it didn't take long for it to have changed completely and before her stood a big wolf, no it was a werewolf. He were like the one they had met outside. She hadn't thought about it before but Rilo had told her that there were a werewolf in the cave with him before, hadn't he? Then something happened that she really didn't thought would happen, it looked like he were going to attack her. But before he were able to Rilo suddenly appeard.
How bad luck could a human have? She had been attacked by two demons and two werewolf within the time of twentyfour hours. It must be some kind of record. Rilo weren't in his human form anymore, even though she couldn't see his red eyes or fangs she could still see his ears. Stella shivered as Blake got slashed over the belly by Rilo's claws, then Blake turned in to his other form again. His wound started to heal immediately which amazed her, she had never seen anything like it.
Blake started to plead to Rilo for forgivness but stopped, she could only guess how Rilo looked at him at the moment. "I'm fine" She said while trying to think about the words to make him release the grip he had on Blakes throat, it looked so painful so she almost felt it herself. "He already said that he's sorry, shouldn't you let go of his throat?" It was formulated as a question but it sounded more as a demand.