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CHAPTER FIVECharlotte.There was something about this strange man that seemed particularly intruiging, but also absolutely unsettling... like, terrifying might be the better word, but I could not deny the allure he had, and I wondered why it was working on me. It had not even been a week since I broke up with my long time boyfriend, Lucas, and to be fair, I was not yet able to say whether or not I was over it... I mean it made me sad, but I was not particularly heartbroken... I suppose the reason for the break up in the first place was still my primary preoccupation."You play?" I asked in response to him saying "let's play"."Would I be saying let's play if I didn't know how to?"I rolled my eyes. "What's with all the sassy men these days..."He chuckled and licked his lips in a very... elaborate way? A way that reminded me of hungry predators in the wild that I saw on nature documentaries. This, oddly enough, was not off-putting to me... just an interesting observation.I was the o

CHAPTER FOURNoah.Her name was Charlotte. I could find out everything I wanted about her with a snap of my fingers with only her first name, but something told me not to. Something told me to learn about her little by little, as she let me on with time... But time was not something I had. I was twenty eight years old, and although this was practically infanthood when considering how long werewolves in our pack lived, I had to find my mate and produce an heir before I was thirty. It always seemed somewhat silly to me, being able to live up to three hundred years and having to have a child before your thirtieth birthday. My father had me when he was twenty six, and then had my younger brother ten years later, and at fifty four, he would be the youngest alpha to die in a very long time if he did not survive this ordeal. This was why I desperately needed to find this Griffin guy.I wanted to tell my mother that I thought I had found her... my mate. Her name was Charlotte... and she lived

CHAPTER THREECharlotte.Two days had passed since the diagnosis, two days I had spent lying in bed wondering what the point of life was. It felt a little bit funny to me that I had never really pondered over life and its meaning or meaninglessness until now. I mean I was familiar with nihilism, absurdism and similar concepts, but now I was faced with my rapidly approaching end, I was experiencing an awful, stomach-churning existential crisis. I found myself avoiding thinking of the concept of time and how it was always in motion; I even avoided looking at any clocks at all. Online, I read a post that said "time isn't passing, we are" and almost hurled my phone against the wall. Every second that passed was a reminder of how little the time I had left was. A part of me thought I could finally do away with plans and societal expectations of what I should be doing with my time and just live to the fullest, but this sense of existential dread was so crippling, it felt like I could not do

CHAPTER TWONoah.I saw her and immediately knew she was the one, the perfect candidate... I could have even sworn I heard a howl ring in my ears. I felt my heartbeat accelerate with rapid urgency and then... she opened her mouth."What makes you think every random person on the street should stop and have a conversation with you just because you spoke to them?"I was taken aback. No one had ever spoken to me this way, not even the most clueless human who didn't know anything about me."Well that's what I expect from people who were raised properly." I said, a weak rebuttal."You clearly weren't." She said, and I was surprised at how much this insult sent my pride into a flying rage which I did little to conceal. I wanted to tell her something, put her in her place, I could almost feel my claws trying to force themselves out, but then my assistant stepped in. "Sir! Sir, your father is on the line."And then I remembered I had somewhere to be in the first place, and this mere mortal w

CHAPTER ONECharlotte.Life is really funny. One moment you're finally stepping out of your shell and letting your friends cajole you into attending your first party after spending four years in college, and the next, you're in a doctor's office being told you have pancreatic cancer and that you are not expected to live beyond the next twelve months. I thought it was a really funny joke life was playing on me, how it waited for me to pass through the exhaustingly rigorous process of acquiring my Bachelor's Degree in Electrical Engineering before deciding to tell me it was all for nothing. As the doctor tried to let me down as gently as he could, I only felt slightly irritated that death had decided to come at such an inconvenient time. It had been three months since I got my degree and I had just been accepted to a scholarship program to further pursue my education and get a Master's, and now this. What now?When I finally walked out of the kind doctor's office holding an ice pack to