Lost

I never thought that a shadow looming over me, was supposed to scare me.
"You aren't scared?" He asks, coming closer and closer to me. I step back, but not from being scared. It was from damage. The damage had been done. No one can hurt me like I had been hurt at home. So I just didn't care when I shadow loomed over me.
"Why should I be?" I ask. He shakes his head, and sits down.
"You can't see it?" He asks. I shake my head.
"What am I supposed to see?"
"The scars. The mark that spreads from the bottom of my jaw, and down to my collarbone. I'm a werewolf. And I- I have to do this." He says, before his eyes turn green, and everything goes black.

Meet Clarissa. An average 21 year old who has no idea where she's going in life. Meet Jason. A typical 22 year old, who loves his own company. But when he hears Clarissa crying in the forest, he takes a peak. And he acts immediatly.