She remembered how these men had transformed into weird creatures before her eyes. She remembered how they howled and fought like beasts. She had remembered the furs, the extended limbs and the claws. But yet, none of the pictures captured these details. Was she hallucinating? It was impossible to believe otherwise as she stared at the pictures of eleven murdered humans. "I'm leaving..." Emma jumped in surprise as Allen tapped her shoulders. "Are you okay?.." He asked, observing her shocked expression. "Ummmm...Yeah..." She lied. "I was just reading through the files. This is a very bizarre case...""Well, the autopsy results would be ready tomorrow and we'll probably have a lead..." He sighed. "For now, I'm heading home...""Ok. I'm just going to stay back for a while..." Emma said leaning casually against her chair. "I think I have some other files to review..."Allen nodded, then strode hurriedly away. There were several thoughts in her mind as she watched him leave. She shook he
Clyde took a brisk step backwards, letting himself sit comfortably on her bed. "You might want to sit down for this....""No, thank you..." "It's your bedroom, Emma Watson..." He replied with an injured expression. "You should sit...""No. I. Don't. Want. To. Sit. On. The. Bed..." She replied firmly. "Or close to you..." She finally breathed. "Why? You think I'm a monster?..." He was amused. Did she think backing away from him could stop him if he desired to kill her? She would have been dead the minute she walked in if he intended to kill her. She blinked. "You killed those men..." It wasn't a question. He didn't think so. It was an affirmation that she did think of him as a monster. "Did I commit a crime?...""The murders are being investigated...""Are they now?..." The air in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. There was a slight tone of mockery and mischief in his last question. Her words were clipped. "I ask again..." She drew her breath. "What are you doing here?...""I
He didn't intend to transform fully for fear that she would pass out. He just had to show her that he wasn't what he looked like. Clyde watched as she took unwilling steps backwards as his werewolf features began to surface. She was nearly wheezing, nearly hyperventilating as his bones began to crunch. He watched as she tried to remain brave but she was coming apart. Her eyes were wide, her nostrils flared with the force of rapid breathing. She jumped with fright as a low growl escaped his mouth. With just a little transformation, Emma only stared at him motionlessly. He had expected her to scream, he had been prepared to stifle a thundering cry for help. But she however did neither. She remained unmoving, her eyes focused on him. Sensing that she had seen enough of what he intended for her to see, Clyde began to slowly shift back to his human form. He was surprised that she hasn't flung her purse at him or run out. But perhaps, because she had seen worse within the past hours. E
His eyes searched her face for any reaction when he stopped speaking. Surprisingly, she burst into fits of laughter. Clyde's eyebrows twisted with fury and he clenched his fists. "You find what I say funny?..." Giggling, she nodded. "Yes, I do. How long did you have to rehearse this?..." But he wasn't amused. And he was certainly struggling to bottle up his anger. He did not doubt that if she pushed him again, he would lose it. She shook her head with gusto. "No?..." And then silence settled over the room as she realized that he was indeed telling the truth. It was like the true meaning of his words caught the light in her head. There was not a glimmer of amusement or smile around Clyde's face. His chiseled face was rigid, bearing visible anger as he focused his gaze on her. "You're not joking..." She admitted. Clyde wondered if his expression had ever pointed out that he could be joking. He wondered if she had gone blind for the minute he had shifted before her. As much as he f
Emma stared at the files before her, which contained the autopsy report. It had arrived early that morning and caused turmoil in the office. The result was shocking and incredibly unbelievable, yet, she somehow had expected it. The result revealed the men were killed by an animal attack. It raised so many controversies amongst everyone but she remained quiet. Clyde was right. He was right all along. Her gaze landed on Allen, her partner. He was stomping around the place furiously. Allen was a perfectionist who had no desire to fall back on any case he started. So when the much-awaited autopsy had returned with no lead except that the men were killed by a rabid animal, Allen had lost it. He had marched to Jeffrey, Emma's boss, with a file that contained a thousand reasons he believed the autopsy was wrong. He didn't believe the result and Emma feared no one did. But the results had left everyone shaken and speechless. Silently, within her heart, she knew she doubted the certainty of
Folklore Wiki had described them as cursed creatures with attributed strength and speed far beyond those of wolves or men. Emma had paused her reading to recall the night she was almost killed. She recalled the agility and speed of the men that attacked her and how the workers seemed to be faster even in their human form. She had found that they were quick to temper whenever threatened or challenged and were far more brutal than their human appearance suggested. The true understanding of Clyde's words sank deep into her. She had managed to remain alive for a few minutes and they were barely challenged to fight her. She had also learned that they aged slowly and could live for hundreds of years. She had imagined how many of them were in Minnesota and how long they had to live to infect more people. With each discovery, she felt like the world she had been living in was merely a lie. 'You're my mate...'The words rang in her head continuously like a bell. She was his soulmate. She dis
Emma closed her eyes and fought back tears. She sat in her car with the windows rolled up, struggling with her emotions and thoughts. The parking lot emptied as ten minutes turned into an hour and continued ticking. Staring at her office building, she tried to fight off the bitter taste of submission and disappointment that ate her gut like acid. She was his mate. A werewolf. Yes, she wasn’t in a relationship and her hopes of falling in love were dying a gradual death. But she was not thrilled with the idea of being betrothed to a person. A werewolf. She thought of the fantasies she had about her life and wondered how it would fit in. Then she realized it couldn’t. She wondered if sneaking into the warehouse had hastened his plans to claim her and she let out a long sorrowful moan. A mate was a mate. And she couldn’t avoid him even if she crossed to the other side of the planet. He would find her. And oh, yeah, he would mark and mate her. Cursing, she started the engine to dri
Emma closed her eyes as a tiny tear dropped on her chin. The wind was beating furiously against her face and she could barely see through the thick cover of trees around her. She had her arms wrapped tightly around Clyde’s neck as they dashed through the woods. His agility amazed her as he propelled himself faster and faster. She didn’t know how she had accepted to go with him. She didn’t understand why she was perched on his back as they moved through the woods. But what she knew was that the last couple of days had messed with her head. She couldn’t keep track of the things she didn’t understand so she just had to add that to her list. She didn’t resist when he offered to take her to his pack nor did she reject his offer to carry her there. She had simply accepted because she was terrified of his reaction if she declined. But she was also curious. She desired to see his pack and the world beyond simple humanity. Clyde maintained his human features as they ran in silence through