Darkness of Desire

Analyn POV

"Do it now."

My friend Shirley was grinning at me.

"Yeah, what are you waiting for, Ana? There's nothing to worry about," my other friend Tessa said and gave me a light push toward the boy's locker room.

It was about seven pm on Thursday, two nights before my high school graduation. The school was already closed, so the building was as quiet as the graveyard. So why was I at school instead of staying home and having a movie marathon, you ask? Let me tell you why.

You see...there's this guy, no, scratch that. A werewolf named Ambrose Vikander who was in my graduating class. He is also the most popular guy in school. Rumor has it that he had killed humans before and even some werewolves that got in his way somehow. But despite the rumor, girls in my school fawned all over him. He even managed to have a group of human girls as his groupies!

I never talked to him, but I managed to steal a glance or two when we passed each other in the halls. And boy, was he hot! The boy looked like he was thrown in the fire and then molded into perfection. He had the sharpest, most mesmerizing green eyes and longish black hair that fell all over his forehead. I saw him smiling once, and that was enough for me to hear the birds sing.

And, me, Analyn Sabado, the eighteen-year-old daughter of Emilio Sabado, made the worst decision of her life right before graduation day.

"I don't think this is a good idea, Shirley. What if there's a boy in there? It'll be so embarrassing!" I winced. Shirley decided it'd be awesome if I went inside the boy's locker room and stole the infamous Ambrose's gym shorts.

"Don't be a wuss, Ana. There's no one in there," Tessa insisted.

"Maybe he already took it out. Most of us cleared our lockers because the schools were about to end," I tried again. Why, why did I agree to this dumb prank?

"No, he didn't. I saw him going in wearing it today. He came out wearing his normal clothes but didn't have any bag in his hand. And I know he didn't go back in," Shirley said.

"What the fuck? Have you been stalking him? Why don't you go get it if you are one of his groupies?" I said irritably.

"That's silly. Come on, do it. You've never done anything daring in your life. This could be the bravest thing you've done right before graduation," Shirley said.

"Do it," Tessa encouraged me.

"Do it, do it, do it," Shirley chanted.

Ugh...I didn't want to look like a wuss either. They were right. I've never done anything in my life, and this was my last chance before I stepped into the real world.

I just need to go in and grab it, then leave.

Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.

I took a deep breath and walked right inside the testosterone heaven that was now empty.

Okay cool, the coast is clear. Shirley was right. I was worried for nothing.

The locker doors were never locked, and I learned from a reliable source that the beastman's locker number is six, so I went straight for the gold.

I swung open the door, and Tadaaaa! There lie his magical shorts. I wondered if it was actually magical. I quickly grabbed it. I turned around and prepared to dash out of their full speed, but I rammed straight into what felt like a concrete wall.

My forehead throbbed at the impact. My vision blurred, so I closed my eyes and held my hands out to touch whatever was in front of me. I don't remember a wall being there.

My hands cupped something smooth and hard. I moved my hands around

Oh no.

Don't tell me.

"Stop touching my abs and tell me what the fuck do you think you are doing here?" a thunderous voice roared, shaking me to my core.