I stand there dumbstruck. In front of me, Max holds Greg's hand. Max has a very relaxed stance that would have fooled the casual observer, but the tense set of his shoulders and the ticking in his temple suggests otherwise. In that moment, i understood what Stacy and Neela were saying about Max's aura. It was pretty much a sign floating around his head, saying danger. Keep off.Greg's stupid hand is fisted, and I vaguely come to the realisation that the fucker was about to punch me."What is it to you, the lady and I were just having a little fun?" "From the looks of it, the lady doesn't seem to be having fun." Max turns towards me and the intensity in his gaze makes my breath catch."Were you having fun, Calista?" He asks me, his voice deceptively calm, before I can answer him, stupid Greg interrupts."It seems that you guys know each other, so I think I'm going to go back to the club where the party is happening."The more he talks, the more I feel like slapping the living daylight

"It was you," He stills, and for a split second, he looks striken, but his expression shifts. "I was still in high school then, and it was in the parking lot, I was running. You were there. You caught me when I was about to fall. ""Sweetheart, I don't know what you're talking about.""You don't?" I ask. He shrugs "I don't." He releases me, and we start walking again.I don't say anything else. I'm too preoccupied with my thoughts. Really, what is up with this? I take a peek at him from the corner of my eye. He looked so familiar, I thought maybe, I might have seen him before. I was so sure before, but now, not so much. I mean, it is possible it isn't him, after all that was a few years ago. I might be mistaken. I don't remember that day well, but I know I remember his eyes. That stranger had the same striking blue eyes as Max.I decide to let the matter go. If he isn't the one, fine. If he is the one but he doesn’t want to talk about it, that's also fine.Max takes a turn, and I

With my phone pressed to my ear. I sneak a glance at Max. His hands are in his pockets, and even though he stands casually, no one with all their senses intact can ever mistake him for casual. I inspected him further. Stacy was spot on in her observation. The man had a dangerous air about him, and it's a testament to my viceral reaction to him that I didn't notice it earlier on. No matter how many times I've seen him, I honestly don't think I'll ever get used to his beauty. When I look at him, I know that God truly has his favourites. His hair, so black it seems to absorb the dark of the night, highlights the blue of his eye, and as for his bone structure,two words, My my. "Callie, you there?" I'd totally forgotten I was still on a call with Neela"Yeah, I'm here." Max takes his phone out, and I guess he gets a call because he walks a few feet away and starts speaking to someone on the phone. As I'm staring at him, I feel a wave of determination descend upon me. Ever since the accid

"You were dreaming about Max turning into a wolf?""Yes.""During a sex dream?" "Yes, Neela," I say, exasperated. We are walking to the coffee shop, and our shift begins in a few minutes. We are raking a shortcut to the cafe. A dirt path snaking out of the back of Neela's faculty building. Someone bumps into me."Umpfh" What hits me first is the stench that emanates from him. This one is unlike anything I've ever smelt. The smell is cold and frigid...it is so pungent, my eyes water. I imagine that if death had a smell, this would be it. Something else about the stranger puts me on edge, I can't really place my finger on it, but this time, it's less of a smell and more of a feeling. I turn to look over at him, and my blood freezes in my veins. Every single instinct I have screams at me to run, but my my body doesn't cooperate. My shock holds me in place. My foot is stuck to the ground, and my heart feels like it's stopped beating.He has a greasy mousy brown hair that makes the ext

Max's Pov.It was a mess. Everything was one big horrible mess. She just lay there, so still. Her eyes closed, and the skin on her chest was so mauled that it looked like ground beef, and her blood was everywhere.Only years of training kept my control from fracturing. I turn to Natalie"Hurry," I growl out. She looks up at me, and her expression tells me more than she can say. "She's losing too much blood,""There isn't much that I can do, Max." Her calm demeanour contrasts with the urgency of the situation. It pushes my control. I let out a growl, but her hands keep on moving without stopping even as she adds, "She isn't a Wolf, and there isn't much I can do for her here, She needs a doctor,""You're a doctor," she gives me an arched look." She needs a human doctor and a human hospital.""Can we move her?" "Yes, quickly she's still losing a lot of blood." Panic roars through me threatening to fracture my control, but I wrench it back, regaining mastery over myself."The car