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A/N: Hey all I've decided this needed a good edit. I'm not happy with it and with the feedback I've received I will give this another go and if not will just continue writing this for my friends. So this is the new and improved Prologue with the rest of the chapters being reuploaded this week. Thanks for sticking with me, hope this makes the wait worth while. page6lover xoxo

Lone Wolf

Prologue: If I could go back...

I stood with my back against a tree, paralysed by fear as I stared up at the stranger who had ushered me to this place, my heart thudding against my ribs as I waited for the blow to come. Once upon a time this had been our place. But now in the pouring rain, this place seemed to suffocate me.

I could hear his voice on the wind that lapped at my face, my hair plastered to my forehead as I stood in the eerie silence that had descended between us. My murderer and I...

God I wish he was here.

Even if he couldn't stop this, I just wanted to see him one last time. I would give anything to see him again.

I wished hadn't been so selfish. He had wanted us to work, he had done everything he could to make sure I was a part of his life. And I had thrown it back into his face; I had protested about a normal life. Not one full of supernatural beings and one in which my boyfriend didn't have to risk his life every time he stepped out the front door. Maybe if I had been more understanding I wouldn't have been stupid enough to walk into this trap. Maybe I wouldn't be leaving my father to plan my funeral, or for him to stand at the grave site blaming himself for what he couldn't prevent. I wanted to apologise for everything, because soon I wouldn't be able to.

No matter what this guy did to me now, I knew that I still loved him.

I just hoped that he knew that.

His body shook, reminding me of the last time I had seen him change, but the same awe I had felt was evaporated by the fear that held me still. If I ran I would make this worse for everyone, I knew he would track me down and rip me limb from limb. So here I stood under the tree with our initials carved in it, waiting for the blow that would end my life. I closed my eyes as he spoke, his putrid breath flittering over my neck and making my skin crawl, waiting with baited breath for the pain to come.

My breath was stolen from me as I flew through the air, a resounding crack echoing in the air as pain erupted in my skull and a fire burned brightly in my chest. Darkness loomed around me, beckoning me to close my eyes and succumb to the safety of that place.

As I fought to stay conscious; my eyelids drooped as I swore I could hear the anguished howl of a lone wolf. Fitting that the first sound I had heard in my new paranormal life would be the same as my last.