The Unwanted Werewolf. (UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

~Blast From The Past~

~Amitys POV~

Here I am, standing at the Airport in my hometown with my car keys clutched in my hand. Yes my car is wating in the car park because I had it shipped over here for me. I needed to go to the Gym. Like now. My breathing became unsteady as I looked around the airport. I remembered standing in this exact spot just over 2 years ago. My life has changed so much.

I grabbed my suitcases and made my way towards my car. After loading my stuff into the trunk I sighed and found my Gym bag. I peeked inside seeing I had remembered to pack my usual attire for working out. I opened my hand bag and found my red lipstick. After shutting the car doors and turning the windows tinted. Yes I know. Awesome right? Anyway, I changed into my black belly top and Red shorts. I applied my red lipstick and tied my hair into a messy ponytail. After checking my appearance in the mirror I made my way to the nearest Gym that Mike had reffered me too claiming it was his Cousins and it was the best Gym here.

I parked my car hastily as I peered at the other cars, All trash except three that stood out like mine. It reminded me off my old Gym with Logans car. I smirked at the memory off kicking his ass. I continued walking to the door with a healthy smirk on my face. This is going to be fun. Lets show this dicks what girls can do. I was about to walk in when someone grabbed my arm.

I turned hastily to find myself face to face with a gruff looking bodyguard. "Sorry Girly. I think youve come to the wrong place." He said looking me up and down with a smirk. Perv.

"Umm, No I dont. I've been reffered here by Mike Graham from California. Im his best fighter. So if you dont mind, Let go off my arm before I break it." I replied with a sickly sweet smile faking innocence. He grunted and then began laughing hysterically.

"Alright pretty lady, I'll let you in, but when the big bad guys hurt you dont come running to me. Now off you go girly." I laughed at this and decided to act innocent.

"Why thankyou kind sir. I appreciate your acceptance" He looked confused then let go off my arm. I stalked inside and took in the building. It looked exactly like Mikes back home. Jeez. His cousin must be alot like him. There was a boxing ring in the far corner, 6 running machines along the back wall and weights placed around the room. On the far side I could she changing rooms where boys where filing out one at a time and putting their names on the fight list. Some looked quite strong others looked weak but I think Im the perfect example off dont judge a book by its cover.

"Hey girly, Why you here? Id leave before your pretty little ass gets kicked." I turned around and found a guy stood infront off me. He was about 19 or 20 with Sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He was a werewolf I could smell it. Luckily I had covered my scent so he wouldnt know.

"Um. Actually Im looking the owner? His cousin sent me here." I replied confidently. They guy looked me up and down as if assesing me and then replied.

"Ah, Well your looking right at him but your going to have to justify your name and the name off who sent you girly. You could be one off my one night stands stalking me" He smirked.

"Ha. Asif. I wouldnt come near you pretty boy dont get your hopes up. My names Amity. But I go by Red. Mike sent me from his Gym in California." He stared at me wide eyed before recovery and putting his hand out for me to shake.

"The names Josh, Im the owner here. Mikes told me alot about you. I guess he was right, you dont look like I expected you too. I expected you to be abit less-"

"Girly I know, well tough luck. Now where can I sign up?" I interruptered.

"Just follow me to my office, you have to sign a few things before you can get started. Mike sent your gloves over red for you. I heard you name somewhere? Amity, Where have I heard that" He mutttered as he showed me to his office. My eyes widened. No, he must be part off my old pack. Shit. "But you couldnt be her. She was fat. And less hot" He continued muttering as he looked for his papers.