Hey all! This is a one-shot that would not leave me alone. I'll probably do another chapter, maybe two, for this. I'll be working on TLAMLY and/or Lean on Me tomorrow...if not then, it'll be Sunday/Monday when I next update because I'm going away for the weekend. Sorry! I'll make it up to you with lots of drama and all that :)

This is AU (there's no Divergent themes in this at all, really...)

Characters will be ooc to fit plot/during certain situations

I do not own Divergent or any related characters/situations

This is rated M: strong language/sexual content/gore

Enjoy!

Tris was cursing as she drove home—her little Neon zipping down the road. It was well after midnight—way later than she was used to leaving. She bit her lip. I just had to volunteer to stay late. She rolled her eyes as she gripped the steering wheel—a sigh on her tongue. Her fingers were tapping on the wheel, her eyes casting glances in the mirror every now and then—complete darkness trailing after her. She shivered, the shadows stretching over the pavement. They tree branches clawed at the nighttime air—the moon hiding behind black clouds.

She chewed on her lower lip as she shifted into fifth gear, her car sputtering as she let off of the clutch. Sighing, she rounded the corners of the winding road—the street not as familiar in the darkness. "It's just the dark playing tricks on me," she whispered to herself—tingles shooting up her spine.

She glanced at the clock. 12:42. She groaned, the half-hour long drive home seeming to take forever. She huffed as she reached to turn on the radio—the dark woods surrounding the little road. She chewed on her lower lip—static shooting through her speakers. She pressed the other buttons for more stations, turning the dial to find something that worked—all static. You have got to be kidding me. She kept glancing up to the road—her headlights the only illumination in the darkness—as she went through her purse in search for her phone.

She smiled as her fingers wrapped around the cold object, her smile faltering when she pressed the power button and the screen remained black. Oh, you have got to be kidding me! She looked to her power outlet—her car charger lacking the cable to charge her phone. Groaning, she slammed her phone back into her purse—her car jerking a little as she did so. Her fingers gripped the wheel tightly—her knuckles white. She jammed her fingers back to the radio, trying to force music to spill from the speakers. She took her eyes off the road, a small gasp emitting from her lips as the radio popped—faint music hissing from the speakers before static took over.

Giving up, she looked back to the road—golden eyes surrounded by black fur locked on her. Gasping, she whipped her car around—the tires spinning out of control. It happened so fast—the world was spinning around her, deafening silence encasing her. Then there was the crunch of metal and bark—tree limbs stretching through the windshield.

Tris smacked her forehead on the steering wheel—the air-bag popping out a second too late. She tried to blink her vision clear—the world dark and blurry. There was the sound of metal stretching, then a snap. She tried to twist her head, wincing as pain shot through her body.

She shut her eyes, warmth encasing her as strong arms pulled her out. She shivered—the chill of the air wrapping around her skin as her body met the cold earth. She inhaled sharply—the scent of blood and rubber filling her nostrils. She blinked rapidly—the branches reaching for her. She turned to the side, her red Neon embracing the trees.

"Are you okay?" His voice was smooth and cold—like ice. She wanted to shake her head and scream—tears prickling her eyes.

There was a form above her—blurry. She could tell he had blonde hair—blue eyes, maybe. She furrowed her brows. Perhaps, golden. She couldn't dwell on that much longer as her body spasmed in the dirt—her chest heaving. Copper filled her mouth—her ribcage crushing in on itself. Is this what dying feels like? She tried to reach out to him—his warm hands around her own. Then the warmth was fading. The cold was digging through her skin—seeping into her bones.

"I'm going to help you." His voice was far away now. There was a small sting on her shoulder—a strange warmth.

Darkness was all she knew—even the coldness was gone. There was just nothing. No sounds. No colors. No feelings. Nothing at all.

Tris opened her eyes, immediately shutting them against the harsh yellows of the morning sun. Blinking a few times, she slowly opened her eyes—her room coming into view. Sighing, she got out of bed—groaning as her limbs stretched. Fuck, she thought as she moved slowly—her body aching with each step.

She hobbled her way to the bathroom—her fingertips lifting yeterday's shirt up slowly. She peeled the fabric off—her skin bruised and dirty. She twisted her neck—a red mark on her shoulder. Did something bite me? She ran a finger over the mark—her skin almost smooth.

Peeling the rest of her clothes off, she got into the shower—the hot water cascading down her body. She hissed softly, the steam and heat melting her pain away.

She was drying herself off with a towel when she went for her phone, a curse on her tongue when she realized it was dead. She plugged it into the charger as she got dressed—wincing every now and then. She walked around her house, a faint buzzing by her ear.

She whipped her head around, her eyes narrowing. A fly was zooming about through the air. Fucking nasty, she thought as she flung her hands out to catch it. She swallowed hard—her fingertips clutching to the wings of the bug. It flapped about between her nails before she let it go—her eyes blinking rapidly.

She shook her head before going to the fridge, her stomach growling loudly. She rummaged through the drawers—nothing looking too appetizing. Her finger slipped through the clear wrap covering the ground meat—the raw meat and blood swarming her nostrils. Tris moaned, her mouth salivating as she leaned in closer to the package. She felt her world sway—something pounding against her chest before she shook her head wildy—her fingers lacing around a red apple instead. She was in the middle of eating the fruit when her phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Tris went over to it, eyes going wide when she saw two missed calls from her boss, Tobias. Shit, shit, shit, shit, she chanted as she pulled up the voicemail—her lip between her teeth.

"Hey, Tris. It's 9, now." Tris glanced to the clock. 11 a.m. Tris groaned mentally. "I was just wondering when you were stopping by." Tris sighed as she clicked the next voicemail. "It's 10:30. Guess you're not coming in. I hope everything is okay. Give me a call to let me know what's going on—this isn't like you."

Tris chewed on her lower lip as she dialed him back—pacing as it rang. She peered out of her front window as he answered, a small gasp escaping her lips as she looked into her empty driveway.

"Tris?"

Tris shook her head, swallowing hard. Fuck! "Hey, I'm so sorry—I don't think I can make it in today."

Silence. "What's going on?" He sounded slightly annoyed and Tris winced in repsonse.

She pinched her palm with her nails as she remembered the previous night. "I was in a car accident." She sighed as he rambled on—asking if she was okay. "I'm fine. I think my car is trashed—but I'm okay."

"How did you get home?"

Tris chewed on her lower lip as she thought. That's what I'm wondering. "I got a tow." She swallowed hard. She didn't want to lie to him—but she didn't really know what else to say. "I have to go. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay. I hope you're okay. Let me know what tomrrow is going to look like—if you're not coming in."

"Okay. Thanks." Tris hung up the phone before dialing her insurance company. "Hello? Yeah—I was in an accident. Yeah—Tris Prior." She rolled her eyes as she paced her apartment—something catching her eye. "Yeah—it was on the middle of—" She stopped mid-sentence as she read the small note on the table—someone else's handwriting on the paper.

I figured you wouldn't want a strange man lingering in your home—I found you on the road and brought you here. Found your address on your license. Car is at Coulter's Cars on the main road. Glad you're okay—pay attention while driving!

Tris felt anger sizzle beneath her skin as the person on the other line tried to get her attention. "Sorry—wrong number," Tris muttered as she hung up. She grabbed the note before heading out the door.

The walk was fifteen minutes long—ten minutes faster than it should have been. When she reached a modest mechanic shop, she swung the door open—the bell chiming around her. She walked to the desk—the room empty. Sighing, she tapped on the service bell—wincing at the loud sound.

She gritted her teeth when no one came—looking around the room. She saw a sofa she could sit on—the leather seats old and worn. She twisted her head around—a staff only door to the right of the desk. She pursed her lips—her legs carrying her through the door.

She walked into the garage slowly—the sound of scraping metal and sparking wires all around her. She walked down the grated walkway—cars all around her in various forms of decay. Some were missing tires—engines were gone—some were scrunched up.

She rounded a corner—her red Neon coming into view. Her heart drummed up her throat—the car in some serious need of love. It wasn't terrible—the paint was scratched and the front was dented. The lights needed to be replaced and the front windshield was smashed in. She stepped closer, a strange scent encasing her. She inhaled deeply—sweat and earth and musk. She felt her stomach tighten—her spine tingling as she stepped around her car. She gasped as she noticed the driver-side door—the metal frame all mangled. She watched him bend the metal back—his biceps bulging and muscles rippling. She chewed on her lower lip—his skin glistening.

"You shouldn't be here." The voice was sharp, like nails on a chalkboard.

Tris shook her head, snapped back to reality as she turned around. The guy was tall and lean, his dark hair gleaming and green-brown eyes narrowed. She looked to his name-tag. Peter. She smiled softly. "I'm sorry—I got this note and—it's just that that car is mine," she said, nodding back to the Neon.

Peter quirked his brow, scoffing. "That mess is yours?"

Tris huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yes."

Peter smirked down at her. "You still can't be here."

Tris shivered, his smirk growing. She opened her mouth to speak when another voice cascaded down her eardrums—smooth and cold, like ice.

"It's okay, Peter." She turned to see the man from before walk forward, a towel around his shoulders. His hair was blonde and short—his gray-blue eyes intense. He quirked a brow. "You can go now." Tris heard Peter scoff before his footsteps faded away. She watched him as he took off his working gloves, his hands slightly smudged. "I'm Eric. Eric Coulter."

Tris stared at him—heat crawling up her neck as he gave her a sideways smile. "Uh. Tris Prior." She chewed on her lower lip—his scent all around her. "That mess over there is mine."

She watched Eric's smile falter slightly, his gray-blue eyes suddenly cold. "You were in quite the accident, it seems. You seem to look okay, though." He gave her a wicked grin. "Thankfully."

Tris laughed nervously. "Yeah. There was this huge dog—the size of a bear, really." She rubbed her hands over her arms as she remembered the glowing, golden eyes. "I must have swerved to avoid it—hit a tree."

Eric nodded as he brushed past her, nodding for her to follow. They walked back out to the main room as he took a seat at the desk. Tris sat down on the sofa—the leather cool against her skin. "The damage is all superficial. Headlights are busted, dented hood and bumper. The driver-side door needs to be replaced as does the windshield." He sighed, his brows furrowed. "The cost is going to—" He was interrupted as something padded into the room.

Tris grunted as the massive furball tackled her—his tongue attacking her neck. Tris giggled as she hugged the creature—the fur soft against her skin. "Hey! What's your name?" She asked in a sing-song voice—the dog tilting his head at her. She smiled as she scratched behind his ear—his golden eyes closing as he leaned into her hand. "You're gorgous."

"That's Uriah," Eric said as he stood up. He raised his brow as he snapped his finger, the dog looking back to him. "And he shouldn't be here."

The dog looked back to Tris, a small whine sounding from him. Tris puffed out her lips as she gave him one last pat before he padded away. "What kind of dog is he? Husky?" She noted the pointed ears and wide-chested frame—the brown fur long and fluffy.

"Something like that," Eric muttered. "Anyway—the cost—it's not looking pretty."

Tris stiffened. "I don't really have a lot of money to spare."

Eric nodded. "I'm willing to work out the costs with you. We can discuss it when it's finished."

Tris shook her head, something churning in her gut. "Thanks—but that doesn't sit right. Just tell me what it is and I'll work it out—do you have payment plans?"

Eric smirked at her, his fingers tapping on the desk as he leaned back on it. "Tell you what. I'll pay for the parts—you pay for the labor."

Tris chewed on her lower lip as she thought it over—his eyes on her. She shifted in her seat—his smirk widening. She nodded slowly. "Okay." She filled out the slip he gave her—her address and phone number. She was about to leave when a thought hit her. "Hey, Eric?"

"Yeah?"

"Who brought my car in here?"

She watched something unreadable flash across his face—his features dark. "A friend."

Tris was sitting at the bar, nursing a drink while Christina flirted with the bartender.

Laughing, Christina sat back down, nudging Tris' shoulder. "So—you were in a freaking car accident and you're totally fine." She narrowed her gaze. "I'm still pissed I just now found this out, by the way. But who is the mysterious stranger who brought you home and towed your car?"

Tris shrugged her shoulders as a familiar scent wafted into the bar—all earth and musk. She inhaled deeply, casting glances around the room. "A friend," she whispered as she narrowed her eyes—someone almost familiar slipping between the bodies.

She was following his retreating figure when a hand was on her shoulder. Snapping back around, she narrowed her gaze—a guy staring at her. Tris jerked her shoulder back, his smile faltering just a little. "I was wondering if I could buy you a drink?" His voice was dark—but all wrong. She looked him over. He was cute—brown hair and dark eyes—sun-kissed skin. She watched Christina wink before stalking off to the dance-floor—disappearing into the crowd.

Tris quirked her brow as she grabbed her glass, sipping softly. "I have a drink."

He smirked at her. "My name is Drew, what's yours?"

She inhaled deeply—his scent light. She felt her stomach twist as she opened her mouth to speak—a strange warmth behind her. "I'm sorry I'm late."

She turned around, Eric Coulter leaning against the bar. She swallowed hard as she looked him over—his black shirt tight against his body and his eyes dark and intense. She felt Drew stiffen behind her, his jaw clenched. "It's okay. Drew kept me company," she said with a wink—watching as heat colored Drew's cheeks.

Eric stepped closer to her, a deadly smirk on his lips. "Oh really?" He leaned in closer and she breathed him in—something almost feral mixed with sweat. "Why, thank you. But I've got it from here."

Tris watched Drew bob his head up and down before stalking away. She giggled softly before turning to Eric—a smirk on his lips. "What was that?'

He shurgged as he leaned against the bar. "You looked like you could use some rescuing."

Tris quirked her brow. "I needed to be rescued?"

Eric smirked, his eyes darkening. "You don't think so?"

Tris huffed. "I think I can save myself."

Eric's smirk grew wider. "Oh yeah? You're an independent girl. Capable of defending herself from all sorts of creeps."

She felt heat crawl up her neck. "Like you?" He flinched slightly, his smirk faltering. "You kind of showed up out of no where."

"I can't enjoy myself at a bar?"

Tris chewed on her lower lip, her stomach churning. I'm such an idiot. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"

Eric nodded quickly. "It's okay. You're saved." He started to brush past her, her skin tingling as they connected. "It was nice seeing you, Tris."

She sat on the stool not bothering to watch him leave. What the fuck was that? The longer she sat there thinking about the encounter, the angrier she got. Honestly. What the fuck? She slammed the rest of her drink down—the brown liquid burning her throat. She got up and stalked to the door—running as fast as she could.

She didn't know how she knew where to go—but she did. There was something in the air—something almost feral. She followed the scent down the winding streets—his auto repair shop coming into view. She huffed as she stomped forward, twisting the knob. He locked it. She banged on the door—the glass cold against her skin.

She stood in the nighttime air waiting. After a moment, she chewed on her lip—something in her gut pinching. What the fuck am I doing? She shook her head. Why am I so pissed? I barely know the guy. She was too busy thinking about what had brought her here that she hadn't heard the chime of the bell as the door opened. She also didn't see him lean on the doorframe—his eyes trained on her.

"What are you doing?" She shivered as his voice sent tingles up her spine.

She locked eyes with him, her lower lip between her teeth. "I don't really know." She stepped closer to him. "I just know that I had to follow you." She blinked a few times. "Is that weird?"

She watched him clench and unclench his jaw. He tore his eyes from her—looking above her as he motioned for her to come inside. She stalked in, the air oddly warm against her skin as he led her past the office. There was a narrow set of steps they walked up—the door at the top revealing a small apartment.

"This is where I live," Eric said, annoyance lacing his voice. "Make yourself comfortable."

Tris nodded as she sat down on the couch. "What's going on?"

"With what?"

Me. "Ever since that accident yesterday—things have been weird."

She watched him stiffen as he grabbed a glass of water and handed it to her. She took it and sipped gingerly. "Strange how?"

"There was the fly." She watched him quirk his brow as he sat on the other side of the couch. "I caught it with my bare hands." He shrugged as if to say: what's the big deal? "By it's wings—with my fingernails." He narrowed his gaze. "Then the meat—god the ground meat smelled so good. It was freaking raw!" She inhaled sharply—a moan on her tongue as his scent wafted over to her. She looked back over to him—her eyelids heavy. "Then there's you." And I have no idea why I am telling you all of this.

"Me?"

She nodded. "I just met you today and you're everywhere."

He smirked at her. "That's hardly fair. I saw you twice—at my shop and at the bar. That's not everywhere."

She shook her head. "Your scent. It's driving me crazy." She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as she scooted closer to him. "Ask me how I knew where you were. Go on. Ask me."

"How?" His voice was low as she hovered over him—her face inches from his.

"I followed your scent—like a fucking dog." Her voice was barely a whipser as she stared at his mouth. She felt her stomach pinch as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

"Tris," he warned as she leaned into him. She felt him stiffen before he pushed her away. "We shouldn't—you don't know what you're doing."

"I want you—I need you—I can't explain it and I know it sounds crazy and weird and I don't care—fuck—just kiss me."

She crashed their lips together—teeth clacking and gnashing before they found their rhythm. She moaned and he slipped his tongue into her mouth—their lips dancing together as he slid his arms up her body. She draped her legs over his waist and he gripped her hips—growling as he got up and slammed her into his wall. She moaned, his mouth breaking free to kiss her neck. He was sucking on her skin—teeth grazing when he stopped. She whimpered softly as he leaned back. She watched him stare intently at her shoulder, his fingers grazing the mark there.

"What?" She asked, heat coloring her cheeks.

"You don't know what you're asking."

"You're not making any sense." She tried to kiss him again and he pulled away form her—her body suddenly very cold. "Eric?"

He turned away from her, fists clenched. "You're drawn to me—it'll pass."

She scoffed. "Drawn to you? Who do you think you are?"

He turned to face her, something unreadable flashing across his face. "Tris, you don't understand—I'm—this is—"

She narrowed her gaze. "No. You don't understand. Maybe this is a mistake. I just met you today. I don't care how crazy it is—I need crazy. I was in a fucking car accident and I need crazy."

He rolled his eyes before a small smirk graced his lips. "You want a pity fuck?"

She huffed at him. "Hardly." He swallowed hard before he connected their lips—his fingertips threatening to leave bruises on her skin.

Tris gripped the sheets as he kissed down her body—a trail of goosebumps following his tongue as he traced her skin.

He kissed her breasts, teeth nipping at her nipples. She arched into his touch—his tongue soothing each nibble. He grazed his nails over her inner thighs as he drew her legs up—her knees in the air. He kissed around her sensitive folds—his tongue darting out to taste her.

She shivered, bucking her hips up. He growled low in his throat—her body tingling in response. He held her hips down as he kissed her lower lips—sucking softly. Moans were bubbling in her throat as he swirled his tongue around—tasting every inch of her.

Her body began to shake, her orgasm washing over her as his tongue ravaged her—stroking her clit with each swirl around. Her body tingled, feeling weightless as he lowered her legs—hovering back over her. She felt his member twitch at her entrance, his mouth on her neck as he plunged inside her.

She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust—her hips bucking up into him as he moved inside her. His hand snaked down to pinch her bundle of nerves—her walls tightening around him.

"You feel so fucking good," he murmured against her skin—his mouth sucking on her neck.

She couldn't speak—she could only moan as he went deeper inside—her body aflame. She felt her orgasm wash over her—her body spasming beneath him before going rigid. He continued to move inside her and stroke her—moans on her tongue.

She felt his member pulse against her walls—his thrusts more erratic. He pumped faster and harder—grunting with each thrust. He clamped down on her shoulder—Tris hissing softly as something warm ran down her skin. His orgasm washed over him—her name on his tongue as their moans mixed together.

Her head lulled back on the pillow—a strange feeling rolling over her. Their bodies were connected and she could feel everything—his touch ignited every inch of her skin. His lips were like a thousand gentle waves—her skin tingling with each kiss.

There was something else—something she couldn't put her finger on. It was as if she knew what he was thinking—feeling. His world was spilling over to her—gleaming and golden.

The woods whipped by as she ran—his form just behind her. They were on its trail—she could smell its fear. She padded through the trees—the wind soft against her.

There it stood—its tiny head twitching from side to side. She grinned, snarling as she wiggled her hips in anticipation. He stalked up behind her—golden eyes locked on her. He gave a nod and she took off—the deer a moment too late.

She clamped around it—copper filling her mouth. She watched its eyes flatten—life spilling out of it. Golden eyes were all around her—fur whipping in the gentle breeze. She twsited her jaw—a soft crack echoing through the darkness. Tilting her head back, a howl bubbled from her throat—coating the sky in her soft voice.

Tris woke up in a strange room—warmth around her backside. She turned around, gasping as Eric's form came into view. Shit. She tried to wiggle from his grasp—his lips pulling down at the ends as she broke free. She tilted her head as she looked him over—dirt marks covering his hands and something red around his lips.

She shook her head as she walked to the bathroom, her throat running dry. She rubbed her fingers where the mark was—completely smooth. Where is it? There was no mark—no scar. She looked herself over. She looked like she was dragged through the woods. She narrowed her eyes as she leaned closer to the mirror—the same red tint around her own lips. She picked at it, some of it flaking off. Bringing her fingers to her nose, she froze. That same coppery-scent invading her nostrils.

She was lost in her own world that she hadn't noticed him enter the bathroom until he put his arms around her waist. She could feel his heartbeat mirroring her's—his warmth invading her skin. "What is this?"

He nuzzled her neck, kissing her skin softly. "You were hungry."

She swallowed hard as she turned around in his arms—his eyes locked with her's. "What did we eat?"

She watched him as he considered her, his grip tightening around her. "Venison." She felt her body slack—her mouth dry. She felt the world spin—or she was falling. He caught her before she hit the ground. She was curled up in his arms—his heartbeat drumming down her ear canals.

"That wasn't a dream?" She asked as he sat her down on the couch, taking a seat on the opposite end.

"No."

"What are we? What did you do to me?"

"It's complicated." She studied him closely—his eyes were cold and hard, jaw rigid.

"Is that all you're giving me?"

He sighed. "It was a mistake—we shouldn't have—"

"Have what? Had sex?! I was a fucking dog!"

He flinched. "Wolf. You were a fucking wolf, actually." She felt anger boiling in her blood. "I knew it was risky—because I had already bitten you."

"What?"

"During your accident. You were dying—I healed you. By biting you. You had my strength temporarily—but it caused an attraction between us." He chose his words carefully, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he spoke. "The sex might have made it permanent."

"Might have?!"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Might have."

She chewed on her lower lip, anger sizzling beneath her skin as he sat there—a strange calmness washing over him. "This is crazy. Are you—you're actually telling me that I'm—that we're werewolves?" He nodded slowly, sighing. "That's insane. I had sex with an insane person." She let a loud cackle escape her lips, her eyes mad with laughter.

He rolled his eyes as he got up—taking off his boxers. Tris widened her eyes, something like desire taking over her. "Calm down, Tiger. This isn't for sex." She swallowed hard, trying to bring the anger back to her system. It was much easier to deal with him when she was angry—rather than when she was feeling like this—all desire.

He gave her a wry grin before he took a running leap—his form changing in the air. Tris covered her ears—a shrill scream echoing in the room as she stared at the huge black wolf—golden eyes peering up at her.

He bared his teeth, a small snarl coming from him. She covered her mouth, gasping softly. She shook her head as he changed back—his body rippling and bones crunching. "This isn't real."

"You can do it, too." She shook her head as she stood up, grabbing her clothes and getting dressed. She stalked to the door, his voice cascading down her ear canals. "You're drawn to me—you'll be back. Don't kill anyone in the meantime."

She narrowed her eyes at him, his smirking form leaning against the wall—naked. "Fuck you and put clothes on!" She slammed the door, his laugh caressing her as she ran down the stairs.

This is not real—this is not happening, her mind reassured her as the image of him turning into a wolf kept replaying over and over. She shook her head as she stomped through the woods—her nose twitching softly. I'm going insane. From the car accident. Yeah, that's it. She was following a soft scent—something sweet laced with something else—fear, maybe.

Something snapped and she pounced—her hands clutching around something soft. She inhaled deeply—her mouth salivating. In one swift motion, she twisted her hands and a soft crack vibrated to her core. Her fingers were shredding the heap before her as she ate—the scent encasing her.

She was half-way done when she snapped back to reality—her fingers painted in red. She looked down—the deer carcass half-eaten—blood and guts covering the ground. She shuddered, wiping the remnants off her tongue as she stood up. This isn't real, her mind chanted as she rushed home. She ran to the bathroom—her breath hitching as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Her blue-gray eyes had a golden tint—her mouth covered in blood much like her fingers. She swallowed hard, tears prickling her eyes. What the fuck?

There ya go! It's super different but idk, I had a dream about it. Plus I love wolves and werewolves...like the kind that look like wolves and not ugly beast men...lol. I'm probably going to do one more chapter? I'll see what I get done with it :)

Like I said, I'm working on TLAMLY and Lean on Me but I might not update until Sunday or Monday because I'm going away for the weekend.

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Until next time, bye-bye! :)