A FREENBECKY STORY Freen Sarocha x Becky Armstrong +++++ The only thing that frightens shape-shifter Freen Sarocha more than the full moon is the idea of falling in love. Freen Sarocha has lived her whole life with a terrible secret: not only can she take the form of any animal at will, but once a month the full moon transforms her into a fierce wolf-creature without a human conscience. Managing her condition means living by a strict routine, and more importantly, abstaining from intimate relationships with human beings. Freen is convinced that love and friendship can only bring her pain. Forensic pathologist Becca Armstrong is well-acquainted with the pain of romantic love. Swearing off relationships after having her heart broken by a cheating ex, Becca throws herself into her work: catching murderers. When Freen comes to her aid after an attack by a masked man in West Gate Park, Becca is shocked by how powerfully she is drawn to her mysterious savior. Shaken by her own feelings for Becca, Freen is Even more terrified to realize she isn't Even close to being the scariest monster stalking San Francisco. There is someone out in the city who is killing for pleasure, and his next target is the one woman he thinks might be able to stop him: Becca.

Becky looks up at the ceiling and sighs. "Look, to make it clear, I've no intentions of leaving my husband because of you nor anyone else." Foreword This is a sequel to: Untouchable (https://www.wattpad.com/story/364750301-untouchable-freenbecky) If you haven't read that one yet, please do so before you proceed. This story contains a lot of scenes that won't make sense if you didn't read the previous story. --- Not my story, credit goes to the author. © schindlee. All rights reserved.

"I always thought that dying in the hands of those monsters is scary. But now I realized that nothing, NOTHING, is scarier than being alone in a room, standing in front of a woman whom I'd once thought I'd spend the rest of my life with." - Freen --- To anyone who has ever loved and lost, this story is for you. --- Not my story, credits goes to the author. © schindlee. All Rights Reserved

"Where are you from?" Becky looks surprised by her urgency, but smiles indulgently. "Europe." Freen scrunches up her face, more confused than ever. She's never been to Europe, and all she knows about it is that it's a country far away from Thailand. "How do you know how to speak Thai then?" she interrogates. Becky's smile broadens sheepishly. "You taught me," she confesses. Freen's mouth falls open. "Me? When?" she croaks. "When I was a little girl," Becky replies softly, her eyes distant and clouded until they meet Freen's and seem to refocus. "Freen," Becky says simply. "I've known you all my life."

When Freen went out partying that Thursday night, she never imagined that after finding a stranger sitting on the railing of a bridge on her way home, her life would change forever. A journey through emotions and memories. Through regrets and hopes. Through love and forgetting. A story about what could have happened but didn't, and about what we could never stop from happening. * * * For you, whom I don't remember. Not your face, nor your voice. But I carry you with me. I hope you come back. ----------------------------- Translation from LEJOS DE ERIS.