The Wolf Loving Mate knb

I stood, bewildered and dumbfounded, in the plush way of the grand gallery at the Louvre.

I felt like a ghost amongst humans. I was invisible. Crowds swept past me like I was nothing.

I got hit a lot, but no one seemed to have noticed. I was either too invisible, or men were just too rude.

I was a werewolf amongst men. I constantly thirsted for blood. And now my hunger was returning.

But I had prepared for this. I wouldn't desperately need blood for at least two days.

I kept staring into open space. I was in the middle of the most famous art gallery on earth, yet I could not behold any beauty, at least for now.

I didn't like my life. I didn't like the werewolf world, and I didn't like humans either. Humans were rude and stupid and werewolves were; something I can't describe. I hated humans, except for someone; one girl: MAYA.

The thought of her made my heartbeat. She was the only reason I was still in the human world.

She always made my heart beat. It was okay for me to think I loved her. Surely, I loved her. She was beautiful, slender, and graceful.

She was the most beautiful girl I ever saw. And she was kind. We were kind of friends.

But there was a problem. I was a werewolf. And I felt guilty about it. She didn't know. And then, werewolves didn't mix with humans.

My pack of werewolves hated me because I walked and talked with a human. I wouldn't care if I could, but I had to care, as I was the smallest werewolf I kagedand simply did not have a voice of my own.

But I loved Maya. Occasionally, she was the only thing I thought and dreamt about. I wanted to be honest with her but I couldn't. I couldn't let her know I was a werewolf.

She would probably run away from me. I was an underaged werewolf, so it was deemed that I did not have the age and experience to relate with humans and even build serious relationships with them. Last night, I had a horrible dream. I was a human, on show in a zoo, held hostage in a cage. Many people were outside; women and children, especially some girls, were laughing at me.

On a large poster in the cage, there was a large inscription written in large bright bold letters "UNDER AGE WEREWOLF". I was a human in a cage in a zoo. And many humans I knew were laughing at me.

I didn't care, but what scared me the most was that Maya may have been there. I consoled myself that it was just a dream, but it seemed so real I began to think I had lost my memory.

I began to move slowly toward the artwork. I viewed a couple of them.

They were, of course, beautiful, but I did not see any beauty in them. Maybe it was because all I was thinking about was Maya.

My heart was beating fast and my feet were still. I wondered why Maya had not yet arrived. She was supposed to be here about half an hour ago and she still had not come.

She was, as I knew her, always keeping to her time. But I wanted her to stay a bit longer so I could prepare myself. I realized I had been lost, staring into open space like an idiot.

If she had caught me like this, I wondered what I would do with myself. I wondered what she would think of me. For a moment, I tried to fathom why she liked me.

Or maybe she didn't even like me, but why did she even talk to me? Because I was a werewolf, I was extremely thin and slender. I was always starving. I had muscles like I knew that girls wanted, but I had no intellect.

I wasn't extremely smart. I wasn't rich. I wasn't even handsome. Sure I wasn't ugly, but the last time I had seen myself in a mirror, I was the most average boy I knew.

In the werewolf world, I was extremely unattractive. I knew female human "girls" did not want average boys.

They wanted supermen, from what I knew. And I was the most average boy I knew. There was nothing in me above average. It had taken just one look at her and less than one conversation for her to win my heart. I had to win her heart too.

Just then, what I longed for the most and feared the most occurred. At a distance, was My Maya, approaching graciously like a princess.

 I wasn't ready. I straightened my posture and tried to look confident. I tried to pretend I had not seen her, but she was too beautiful to behold. I kept on looking.

I wished I could turn back time a little. I wasn't ready yet. I realized my hair was undone and my ordinary clothes had been squeezed by the crowd. I could feel it even if I wasn't looking in the mirror. I had no taste and no style.

 Nothing about me that was to be admired. Nothing to be adored. Nothing to be liked. Ashamed, I tried to slip away from her view, but at the thought of it, our eyes met each other.

 At once, her face lightened up but I felt ashamed. It felt as if I was cheating her, like I was robbing her of what she deserved. She was a beautiful and nice girl and so she deserved much more.