Uhhh Why is Life so Complicated?!?!?!, Sarah Becker [reading in the dark TXT] 📗

wince as I attempted to stand up. I wobbled slightly then put one foot in front of me before falling. I closed my eyes tightly waiting for the enormous amount of pain that was about rack through my body, but it never came. Instead, I felt Zack’s warm arms wrap around my waist and pull me close to his chest. “I don’t think you’re doing so well.” He said trying to hold back the laugh that I could feel forming in his chest. “Well, enough to kick your ass.” I said elbowing him in the stomach. Zack doubled over onto the floor and I would have laughed at him if he wasn’t the support that kept me standing which kind of means that as soon as Zack let me go, I fell flat on my ass. After the pain passed through my body, I opened my eyes to find Zack grinning at me. “What are you smiling about? You just got knocked onto your ass by a girl.” Which made him smile wider. “Exactly, you’ve never been able to do that before.” I thought over it a minute then soon turned to him and smiled. “Your right, I have never done that before. I guess I really don’t know how much strength I have. This werewolf stuff is going to take some time to get used to.” “Yeah it is, but you have all of us to help get you threw it.” Zack said pulling me into his arms and giving me a small kiss on the head. I vaguely remembered my Dad being in the room and turned my head to find him staring at me and Zack with a small smile on his face. “Get some rest,” He said before walking out the door. The door clicked closed behind him and I leaned back against Zack with a heavy sigh. The reality of what happened last night whooshed back at me and slowly replayed the memories in my head. I remembered the pain and the urge to kill Ramu. Then I realized I never really got to see what I looked like. “What do I look like?” I asked Zack who gave me a confusing look. “I mean in wolf form.” A smile bloomed onto his face. “Your fur was as white and as soft as fresh snow and your eyes, your eyes were the brightest and most beautiful shade of golden eyes I have ever seen.” He said staring me straight in the eyes. I could feel the love he had for me radiating off of him. “Wait, white fur? And golden eyes? But I have black hair and green eyes. That makes no sense. When you shift you have the same hair and eye color as you do when you’re a human. Are you sure you weren’t just imagining it?” Zack shook his head at me. “No, I’m positive. You were beautiful.” He said stroking my cheek softly. “But how is that possible? Why didn’t I keep my hair or eye color?” Zack shrugged his shoulders. “We were wondering the same thing. Some people think you’re the Salvatorul.” “Who’s the Salvatorul?” I asked curiously. “Salvatorul means ‘savior’ in Romanian. There is a prophecy about a girl they call the Salvatorul who is supposedly supposed to bring peace to the werewolf world or something like that. It’s rumored that her fur would be white as snow and her eyes as bright as the sun and that together with her closest friends she would fight the hardest battles and win.” “So- so y’all think that I-I’m the Salvatorul?” I stuttered nervously. “Yep, pretty much” I shook my head as fear racked my body and I started to breath harder. “Hey, you okay?” Zack asked rubbing my back. “They have to be wrong. I am not y’alls savior. I barely ever get up enough energy to make my bed. You have to be wrong!”I said reassuring myself. “I don’t know Zoey they are pretty convinced that it’s you.” Zack said in a soothing voice. “Well, they are wrong and I’m going to go tell them that right now.” I said firmly and quickly stood up. Apparently to quickly because the next thing I knew I started getting light headed and heard Zack yell at me to be careful and take it easy before I once again blacked out.

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Publication Date: 01-08-2012

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