I hate being alone...but I'm afraid to get too close.

Chapter 1 Terrible Beginnings

     Violets pov

HELLS

Running through the woods from whatever thought I would be an lovely snack. Besides the fact of me being a hybrid, I grew up on the beaches of los angelous, so running on the forest floor I was as fast as the wind. Thanks to my gear, nothing gets snagged as I run through bushes an trees with low branches. 'Gear' consisted of tightly clinging stretchy materail in the form of a jumpsuit as hard as a rock but soft to the touch, weapons belt, combat boots and a leather jacket. All of its black.

I see a campfire a 100 yards up ahead, I heard laughter. An family.  I ran in the other direction, hoping that whatever was chasing me, didn't target them. I kept going not looking back, until I heard the screams. I ran back, and I see him. I ran and tackled him to the ground. Before he could retaliate I punched him in the face and made the mistake of taking my eyes off him, yelling : " RUN!" Towards the terrified family.

He kicked me in the stomach so hard, that it sent me flying into a tree. He came flying at me so I quickly got to my feet, side stepped him, and aimed a solid roundhouse kick to the chest. He crumpled foward with a grunt, as he whirled around, his startling blue eyes blazed into my light purple ones. His eyes seemed to be the color of dusk at the end of the day. This time he came at me, I was too slow to move- knocking me onto my back. As soon as he touched me I felt shocks. What the hell was that?!

He pinned both arms down beside my head, his knees cradling my hips so kneeing him in the balls was an option. He looked human, but I knew he wasn't. I could smell luna all over him. He was lunar. He had dark brown hair that fell in curls on his forehead, his skin was almost deep olive in comparision of my cream colored skin. He had thin lips dark pink almost, and an chesiled jaw so sharp you could cut cheese with it. 

He bared his enlonged canines at and I bared mines right back. His face went slack with shock, loosening his grip on my wrists. Why did he look so surprised? He had canines too. I took the oppirtunity to extend my claws swipping him across the face. He yelped cradling his face as I pushed him off me, preparing to defend myself. Then I heard the sirens.

Hells.

The police.

I told the stupid family to run, not to call the damn police! I looked behind me to see the man struggling to stand. I couldn't leave him there, the pulling at my heart told me so. I walked over to him, extending my hand. He looked at me mystified. "Just take my fucking hand." I growled. He looked behind me eyes widening. Before I could even b r e a t h e , he wrapped me in his arms  when heard the gun shots. I felt those stupid tingles again. I threw my compacted motorcyle to the ground. It immedaitely grew into an full sized cycle.

I suddenly felt his arms go slack, his body sinking to ground. More gunshots , these ones whistling past my ears. For some odd reason, I was angry that they hurt him. An guy who just tried to kill me not even a few seconds ago. I struggled toput him on the bike. As soon as I did, I whipped out both pistols shooting at the advancing officers. All six dead. I jumped off the bike and rode into the night.

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Wolf's pov

I woke up to low whispering voices that weren't low enough for my amplified hearing. I layed in a bed that was too comfortable to be mines, no shirt- but enough bandages that covered just as much as my shirt did.

"He is not  l i k e  Y O U, Violet! He is something far worse, something far more  D a n g e r o u s." hissed an female voice. I frown at her words. "He  p r o t e c t e d me from bullets.  I'm telling you- he's different..." said Violet (I'm assuming) . " Well, at least you get on g o  o d thing out of it," said the unknowned female. "And what's that Ash?" Violet asked. " That  he is SEXY as hell! Stars, did you see those eyes? That  GODLY  body?! I would ride him around town like a bad, bad, b-" "Ash what the fuck?! I'm 19 , he looks like he's 21 or older. I'm too young for him."She's right, about my age I mean. I'm 21. I heard an noncommitcal noise. "Bish, PLEASE-! If I was an guy I would've taken you by now."