"I'm studying to become a vet. What about you?" I reply as I look over the view of the nearby forest and mountains as he hands me an opened beer. I don't like beer, but I'm not telling him that, so I pretend to drink it.

"The family business." He says still looking at me, he moves closer, so I have to lift my head up to look at him. Being so short can be really an annoying at times, I think to myself. This guy has at least a foot on me and I feel small around him. Now that he is closer, I can see that his eyes are defiantly black with little silver sparks in them. I’ve never seen eyes like his and they are really stunning.

I clear my throat before saying.

"Have you known Drake long?" I ask.

"Yes, it feels like I've known Drake forever sometimes," he grins at me like I'm missing a joke.

"I feel like that with Alex sometimes," I say, looking away because his eyes are so stunning that they draw you in. The other door in the room opens as a drunken man stumbles in; he quickly leaves again when he sees Wyatt but leaves the door open. I can see the living room; well it’s more a dance room now because it’s packed with people dancing. Their bodies pushed so closely together that you can’t see their faces. The music is beating hard and fast compared to the slow-moving young people swaying around. I turn back to see Wyatt watching me closely.

"Dance with me?" He asks. I lift my head to stare into his eyes and I feel the need to dance with him, to do anything he wants. I stare at his eyes as he smirks moving closer to me, I could have sworn his eyes has silver sparks, nothing like the empty black pits I’m staring into now. I shake my head stepping back.

"No thanks, I don't dance," I say to Wyatt’s cold gaze. This time, his face converts into confusion and he steps closer to me than before, we are almost touching with how close he is.

"Dance with me Winter," he says looking into my eyes again, his eyes glowing far brighter than they should and I yelp when he grabs my arm roughly, I take a step away. His grip is strong but I realise he isn’t trying to hurt me. I don’t dare look away from him as the black glowing eyes stare into me, into my soul.

"No, let go Wyatt," I say firmly, challenging his grip by struggling away. I don’t know what changes but he lets me go with utterly confused and shocked look marking his handsome face.