Prologue:

I had been smiling earlier, but Chase's stiffness scared me. He kept staring out the window. I glanced out the window. All I could see was the glowing Eiffel tower under the full moon.

"Chase? What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing, Zoe," he replied.

I sighed. Chase was my boyfriend, but lately he's been so jumpy.

"You can tell me," I said.

"Mm… not yet," he grinned.

"When your boyfriend starts keeping things from you know it's an unhealthy relationship," I joked.

"I don't want you to be scared," Chase whispered.

"That time when you sneaked a tarantula on my neck and I screamed does not mean I scare easily. Anyone who had that feeling on their neck would scream!"

He laughed.

"That is not funny!" I smiled.

"Then why are you smiling?" Chase asked.

I lay my head in my hands and put on a serious face.

"It's not funny!"

"O.k. fine subject closed."

We settled back into watching our movie. I leaned against Chase.

Suddenly he jumped up and snarled, "They're here!"

"Chase?"

He glared out the window. I got up and went to the windows.

"What's mom doing here?" I wondered aloud.

Chase's glare turned to shock, then anger.

"You're working with them?" he yelled.

"Wait! What?" I shouted.

He glared at me in disgust, "I never thought you out of all people would hunt!" chase snarled.

"Hunt?" I asked, "Hunt what? What are you talking about?"

"Like you don't know!" he shouted.

I stepped toward him, "Chase?"

Then I was on the ground. I felt something slash through my shoulder. I yelled in pain. I was against the wall in the same second. I screamed at what I was faced with. I realized it was Chase. He put his hand against my throat. I couldn't breathe.

"Oh shut up! I can't believe I fell for you! I hate you!" Chase screamed.

"Put her down!" a voice I recognized as my mother's demanded.

Chase threw me on the floor. I gasped for air. Shots rang out and chase fell to floor lifeless.

I was breathing so heavily. I couldn't believe what just happened.

"Zoe! She needs to go to a hospital!" my mother shouted.

"What was he?" I asked shakily.

"Honey, I'll explain later," she promised.

I realized I was crying. I felt dizzy. I saw Eric, a family friend, walk toward me. He picked me up carefully.

"What was he?" I repeated.

My mother looked at me and sighed, "He was a werewolf, Zoe."