Drunk. I can't believe I was drunk. Didn't I promise myself that time at that place that I wouldn't drink again because of what it makes me do. I'm still drunk. Stupid Stupid Stupid.

No wait. I'm drunk. Why am I blaming myself? Let's blame the world. Hmm. It was Cassie's idea to bring me to this party. It was my parent's fault for being a wild influence. It was stupid Paul's fault for having a forest behind his house. Wait a minute.

How did I get into the forest. Oouu green is a pretty colour. So is brown.

"I absolutely love what you've done to this place." Did I say that out loud? Oh yeah, Im drunk. The perfect excuse to everything. I should sleep. Hmm Sleep.

Jacob POV

I had running for quite a while. Didnt know where I was. I didn't care. I must be somewhere near Canada. Then I smelled it. God sometimes I hate being a wolf, I could smell everything. But I liked this smell. It was roses, cinnamon and alcohol. I followed the scent.

There was this girl. She was stumbling a lot. She stood still for a while and then she touched a leaf with her hand then sat on the ground and traced the mud. I felt a need to see her face.

"I absolutely love what you've done to the place." She was drunk. This would have been hilarious but her voice! There was something utterly seductive yet sweet about it. It was femininely husky and soft.

She was now on the ground sleeping. This was my chance. I was still in my wolf form and I sat beside her. She was beautiful, in a subtle yet noticeable way. Her black hair was long, her skin was a natural gold tan, her eyelashes touched her cheek and her red lips were in a pout. Beautiful. I couldn't stop staring. Before I knew it the dark forest had become bright.

And she had woken up.

Jenna POV

Hangover. This is gonna hurt and what do I see when I look up? A bunch of tree branches and bit of blue sky. Great! I passed out outside. I'm so embarrassing. This is a whole different way to go camping. Now, to figure out where I am, look right; just trees no trails. Hmm. Look left. Oh My God.

Who fed steroids to wolves. Oh god, what do I do? Should I pet it. I'll treat it like a dog. Yup. And if I die today than at least it'd be a story to tell. Remember Jenna, the stupid drunk girl who got eaten by a wolf. Yea wasn't that epic?

I extended my hand to it. It was pretty, russet coloured and all. I'm sure pretty isn't what people would judge this wolfie but hey if I say it looks pretty than it is. You can either agree or be wrong.

The wolf looked right then left and then walked forward to my hand. Wow, it's not like its crossing a road or something. Then it sniffed my hand. Then it licked my hand. I should become the wolf whisperer. I am so friggin good at this.

I leaned down to pet it and it started licking my face. And I started laughing. It raised it ears higher, tilted its head and just listened to me laugh. Oh I should keep this one as a pet. Sure my dad was allergic but he'll deal.