Zayn
When the fucker shot me, my first thought was of Hope. Images of her as a young girl and matured she wolf flashed through my mind. I knew she would lose control if she saw me fall. But f**k she was so much more than out of control, she looked like a Goddess gone bad. So pure and innocent looking, all of a sudden wild hair, emerald shiny eyes, her innocence was gone and she now looked like a gorgeous deadly woman on a mission to kill. And she did it for me. I felt her pain, she thought I would die and leave her alone. Little does she know that it would take so much more than a mere bullet, or witchcraft, or some b***h to keep me away from her. All the Gods and all the f*****g forces of nature can't keep me away from her.
When the bastard human asked her if she was his welcome part
