The Feral Dawn

Many a things go bump in the night. And Aleksander "Sasha" Reid just happens to be one of them, just that he's a senior, lives alone, hates anything that's even remotely related to his brother, and his room is as neat and orderly as they come. Oh, and he's a werewolf. Fiona Stafford has made it absolutely clear that she wants nothing to do with the rude, blunt man that she met at the mechanic's garage to pick up her lovely little hybrid, and Sasha can dare say the feeling's very, very mutual. But, as Fate, his brother's girlfriend, and a boyfriend who turned to cocaine would have it, they're forced to live in the same building. On the same floor. In the same room. One could see how this causes issues. Sasha can't deal with the pseudo-sweet nutcase who moved into his sanctuary, a girl who acts like she has the best of manners and played with silver toys as a child one minute, then a bitchy, vengeful brat the next. Not to mention that Fiona refuses to stop moving his stuff around the room, and even dares to toss away the one last frozen fillet in the freezer. Of course, it doesn't help much that his transformations have been going haywire, and even a mere touch from said bitch is enough to make him want to cut off his own skin in order to stop the tingling sensations. Did he forget to mention that she threw away his steak? Fiona's equally pissed. Not only does she have to live with him, but his scowling face follows her into school each and everyday as the so-called "asshole" presumes the shape of a student. She can't say she cares much for him, an unfriendly, unsociable, territorial neat-freak who cares a little too much about his car and playing Halo instead of managing his social life; but after discovering that he shares her love of ramen, she weakens a bit towards him. Or weakened. That was before he decided to trash their apartment for no damn apparent reason.