Love at First Howl (on hold)

Chapter 3

---James POV---

I was dead, so fucking dead. I had forgotten it was a full moon, the one day that werewolves like this were stronger than us. How could I have been so stupid, I challenged this mutt. Now she had won, her weight upon my chest was incredibly painful. After howling to the moon, in victory, she turned to me. Here it comes. Damn seventeen years, it took seventeen years for me to die. That's probably a new record for our kind. Her teeth were bared, they were so close to my face I could feel the heat come off of her. I closed my eyes ready for the impact. The end is near, to bad it had to end like this.

"You!" She said loudly.

I opened my eyes, her gaze was directly at me. In that moment, her teeth were no longer bared, and her eyes began to change. No longer were they pitch black, but they changed to regular brown eyes. Human eyes.

"Uh....do I know you?" I managed to say.

The wolf pulled off of me, and sat a bit of a distance away. Her ears perked up, as she stared at me closely. Well this got awkward, I thought. After a few moments of her just staring at me I finally sat up, and stared at her.

"Well....do I..." I started.

"James." She said calmly.

My mouth dropped, she knows my name. How does she know my name? She's a wolf, we couldn't have met before. Could we? No.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" By this time she fell silent. Which only aggravated me more and more.

"Answer me, god dammit." I yelled standing up.

I could feel my teeth coming down, and my nails coming out. I bared my teeth ready to strike her, if she dared to stay silent.

---Claire's POV---

"James"

No, but he's a....he can't be. Oh now he's mad. I had pulled off of him already and was now siting a few feet away. He's up, staring at me. His mouth is moving but I'm too distracted by his appearance, to notice what he is saying. He's wearing the same pants I saw him wearing the previous day, his shirt is different though. Pure black, showing his skinny body. Now, now. He may not be the most handsome guy, but he's cute. His black hair was thick and long. Well not long enough to touch his shoulders but long to cover his ears. His eyes on the other hand were just different. The deep dark brown shown brightly. Even as he was baring his fangs, oh shit his fangs. I shook my head, and listened attentively.

"Answer me, god dammit." He yelled.

"What?" I said softly.

He calmed his nerves, but kept his stance. As if to strike me, wait what? His fangs out, nails extended. He was cautious, no he was curious. I had been so dazed to see him, I hadn't noticed he had questions. What do I tell him? Do I say it's Claire? Do I tell him anything?

"Who are you? How do you know me?" He said slowly taking a step towards me.

"Um.....well I'm a werewolf. I know you from a place." I said smiling innocently.

"Can you be a little descriptive? You know me, but I don't know you."

I stood up on all fours, then began pacing. I don't know what to tell him. Should he know? No he can't, if he does then he'll treat me differently.

"James...I..."

Off to the distance the sun had begun to come up. The hidden flowers had finally sprung to life and began to bloom as the first ray of sun hit the land. Birds began to awaken and leave their nests.

"I have to go, meet me here tonight."

Then I turned and ran. I ran around for quite some time, just incase he was following. When I turned around I had noticed no one. My panting was heavy, so I walked home. I stayed clear of the roads and walked along the backyards of people's houses. I arrived home just as my alarm was about to go off. I fazed through the wall and managed to go into my room. There, I climbed into bed, still in my wolf form and soon relaxed myself. A few minutes passed and my alarm went off. I reached out and slammed my fist upon the snooze button.