1 Chapter 1

She should've just stayed close to the campsite and pee'd outside of the tent like a true camper. "Why do I feel like my luck will just get worse after this?" She moaned in exasperation. She took another step, and one wrong turn had her falling down a steep slope. "I knew it! I freaking knew it!" She shouted and screamed as she picked herself up. But of course there's something in her that knows if she lets her anger and short tempered self in control---she'll get lost. Now to find her way back, Thalia kept her gaze up and tried to observe the forest. A tall figure suddenly caught her attention. "This is how horror movies start, right?"

She whispered to herself. In second thought, she slowly raised her arm. "Hello?"

Thalia noticed the man tilt his head to her directed---and it seems like he took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. It looks like he sniffed the air.

Thalia sat up in her bed, panting lightly and with a thin sheet of sweat covering her face and the back of her neck. She took a quick glance at her room to make sure she wasn't in the woods and released a relieved sigh when reality slowly sunk in, but yes, it feels like she needs to pee. She looked at the alarm clock placed on her bedside table. Again, she woke up at four o'clock in the morning. The sun is not even up yet, only the light from her night light is illuminating her red and black painted room, creating a soft red and orange glow in room and temporarily highlighting her jet black hair. Her vision was still foggy when she looked at her window to observe the her surroundings and she had to lick his red plump lips to get rid of the momentary dryness in them.

For three weeks she would always had the same reoccurring dream of being lost in the woods, but this time she actually saw someone else in it. Truthfully speaking, she didn't know what to feel when she saw that man; at least it seemed like a man. All she knew was that she had felt fear, curiosity, attraction…and she hadn't even seen the figure in detail. 'What could it possibly mean?' She thought to herself.

She felt a slight breeze waft around him, reminding her that she was still sitting on her unmade bed and that she needed to start preparing for his day. The sun had already risen and another day had already begun. She lifted herself up from her bed she walked to the bathroom to get her routine morning shower out of the way before she gets ready for work. Managers can't be late for work after all, right?

She thought of going back to sleep and just shake it off, but she's already up and making coffee. Plus she needs to do the laundry. In a blink of an eye she finished making breakfast, preparing one for her sister and managed to finish her house chores. Oh, what is it a woman cannot do? She thought as she happily packed her things before leaving.

But first...

COFFEE?

Was the single worded text message she received from her sister. She smiled at the thought as she hurries for work.

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A few women were walking down the streets, and is busy talking and gossiping about their lives when suddenly something caught their attention. A young man with thick long locks, and his right arm was covered in a honeycomb pattern like tattoo. He has brown almond shaped eyes and high cheek bones. He wore a pure black shirt that was tucked underneath black pants.

"Isn't he a sight for sore eyes..." One of the girls commented loud enough for him to hear. He looked back to the girls and smile, and one of them actually---literally tripped and fell.

Little did they know that this man is not a regular man, but a part wolf.

Patrick Ingrid was born a werewolf. That's all he's known all his life and he came to accept this fact. When he was a child he'd begrudged and cursed his fate. He'd always wanted to be a normal boy who didn't have to worry about his friends finding out that he'd one day become a beast every full moon. Perhaps that's why in the end, at the age of 21, he only had other werewolf friends and a social life of an eighty year old.

He guessed that his acceptance of the fact that he couldn't change his fate came when all his werewolf friends started to change at the age of 16. Seeing the horror of it definitely didn't help in accepting it, but once it happened to him he realized it wasn't as terrifying as it seemed. And of course there are some perks to it. Werewolves, to counter their menacingly scary appearance during their transformation are deviously good looking.

Full moons are still a nightmare though, since transforming isn't exactly a walk in the park, but at least he doesn't have to worry about the safety of his mate... Truth is, he enjoys being single and be able to be with whomever and wherever he wants to be... But that's only because he doesn't have one yet. He pities, yet is secretly envious, of werewolves that have found their other halves.

He doesn't want to be tied down yet though, at such a young age. Werewolves are known to have a longer lifespan than regular humans and he'd rather have as much time to be free of responsibility, such as a mate, as possible.

Tonight, Patrick is out and about with his friend Thomas Wang. The moon is new, and the boys still has time to play. But when the night is over, they knew their limits and went home, bidding their farewell to each other.

He woke up the next morning with a slight breeze gushing against his half naked body, revealing the rest of his tattoos. He's snapped back to reality, and realized that maybe he had too much drinks last night. He focused on his current surroundings and noticed that the sun had risen at least two hours ago. He took one last look at the woods surrounding his moderate cabin and made his way inside. He needed to get ready to go to the city that's nearby, he didn't want to be late for his appointment.