Everything Is Different Now {P}

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    Bryn winced.


    Ansel noticed her wince and growled, "Let go of my sister."

    Bryson shook his head. "Afraid not. I've chosen my mate, and your sister right here just happens to be the lucky girl." He told Ansel, not letting go.

    "WHAT?!?" Bryn exclaimed and started punching his stomach. "You can't just go around telling people you don't know they're gonna be your mate! And whats up with mate? Why not be like a normal person and say girlfriend, or wife?!?" She screamed.


    Ansel's eyes narrowed. "Bryn isn't going to be your mate, I can tell you that much, Wolfy."

    Bryson winced at her punches, then turned to Ansel and smirked. "Bravo. Good job figuring it out, Hansel." He told him.

    "It's Ansel, a******. And you didn't do a good job of hiding it." Ansel muttered.


    Bryn froze. "What do you mean, Wolfy? And why aren't you seeming offended?" she asked Bryson. "And what did Ansel figure out?!?"

    Bryn screamed. "YOU'RE A FRICKEN ANIMAL!" She dropped to the floor and curled up into a ball.

    "Now you're just being a racist." Bryson told her, lifting her back up by the shoulder he continued to keep his grip on. His fingernails had sharpened into canine claws.

    Bryn whimpered and just hung limply.


    "Let go of her." Ansel snarled.

    "Let go of me you ******* Son of a *****!!" Bryn screamed, pounded his back with her fists in frustration.


    Ansel watched them go, knowing he couldn't do anything... yet. He walked inside his own house.

    Bryson rolled his eyes. "To a werewolf, that's not really an insult." He told her, walking into his house and locking all the doors before setting her down.

    Bryn instantly curled into a ball and started silently crying.

    Bryson looked over at her. "C'mon. It's not that bad." He told her, sitting next to her and stroking her hair aside.

    Bryn just whimpered softly, "I don't even know you."

    "Oh, you will." He smirked, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "You'll know more than you ever wanted to know about me." He told her.

    "I don't want to." Bryn whispered, burying her head in her arms. "Just leave me alone."

    "I don't want anything you give me." Bryn snapped.

    Bryson glowered. "Fine. Be that way. Everything in the house is raw meat, anyway." He growled, climbing the stairs. He slammed his door to make it seem like he was in there, but he shifted into his wolf form and watched her from the darkness of the staircase.