Prologue

Lima Ohio is a small town with less than two thousand people. Did you notice that this narrator didn't say quiet or sleepy? There is a reason and the reason is how can something be quiet or sleepy when there is a war raging?

Okay now that's just being a little dramatic, it's not a war anymore it's more like if you cross this line we will kill you. Lima was pretty much neutral ground as long as you played by the rules. Hunter's believe that Lycanthropy is a disease that needs to be stomped out before it can spread. The Werewolves' believe they are an evolved race. This has caused frictions between races for years.

The two live so close to each other to keep an eye on the other. That is how Lima, Ohio became the home of Hunters and Werewolves. Not many agree that should live so close to the enemy or that they should have peace and they test the law of the council. The council is made up of three Hunters and three Werewolves to discuss issues within their supernatural community.

The older generations are not the main problem; when it comes to interaction between groups such as dating, talking, or hanging out that is outlaws between the groups but the younger generation tends to fight each other. There is an exception to the rule: School work.

Werewolves don't hang, talk to, or even look at Hunters unless it is school related. That includes: Sports, clubs, and/or school projects. Sometimes the rules were broken resulting in fights or bloodshed. [No body's been murder yet.]

Both groups avoid each other like they had the plague which if you listened to some of the Hunter jokes lycanthropy is the plague. None of the Werewolves knew that if a Hunter was infected that he or she would be killed immediately. Sometimes people just go missing for no reason.

Heroes aren't born they're made.

She stood at her locker watching the hallway for just a glimpse of the boy. It was so wrong but you can't help who you fall for right? He was an alpha and she was a hunter. He was on the football team and she was in Glee club. She snorted; she sounded like a Taylor Swift song.

She sighed as she caught sight of him talking to Quinn Fabray; blond cheerleader Quinn Fabray. She banged the back of her head into her locker groaning. She pushed away from the lockers to go find Blaine, her best friend, so they could go have a pity day.

Unfortunately for her today was not her day. She ran into a blond trouty mouth wall causing her to drop her books on the floor. She kneeled to pick them up and the boy spoke, "Sorry I didn't see you there."

She smiled at the boy who was helping her with her books, "Samuel Evans it's okay. Nothing happened and if I was you I'd be worried about the girl I loved talking to him too."

He smiled at her, "Rachel Berry, am I that obvious?" She was breaking laws here talking to a werewolf but they will on good terms since last year when they worked on a project together.

She nodded as they stood up, "Oh yeah you have that puppy look on your face. 'Just love me please.'" She widened her eyes and held up a bent hand for emphasis.

He laughed, "I do not." Sam blushed and looked down at his feet.

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever Evans and I'm a nun. I've got to go, nice talking to you." Sam watched as Rachel walked away, he knew he would most likely get his ass kicked for talking to her but it was nice. She never treated him the way the others did she always had a kind word. He was still watching her when he felt a hand on his shoulder, "She's not for you, dude."

Sam looked at Puck and nodded, "I know and that's not why I was looking at her. I was thinking about how different she is from the others." Puck nodded looking at the brunette in her short shorts and black tee.

"Yeah she's weird like that." Puck shrugged walking toward Spanish with his bag thrown over his shoulder.

Sam groaned, "Come on man don't call her weird. She's nice." Sam slid into a desk giving Puck a look that said 'I like her shut up'.

Puck laughed, "You better not let St. James catch her being 'nice' to you." Jesse St. James second in command to Brody Weston; both had dated Rachel Berry. St. James was within the last year or so and Weston was in the last two but it was a known fact they still claimed her.

Sam shrugged, "Are you going to Lauren's party to night?"

Puck laughed, "Hell yeah, girls and free beer I'm in."

At the party

This will not end well, was all she thought as she downed her fifth beer since entering the party. Hunters and Werewolves at the same party never ended well ever. She went to get her sixth beer; she had lost her party buddy, Blaine, five minutes after entering and she really didn't care.

Blaine was probably off with Sebastian, Jesse wasn't there(thank God) and Harmony was flirting with some random football player. That meant Rachel was wondering around a little drunk and getting drunker by the minute. She bumped into Sam who was dancing with Quinn, "Oops Sorry Ken, Barbie."

Rachel giggled walking away while Sam and Quinn stared at the girl, "Puck was right she is weird." Rachel made it upstairs to the bathroom. She opened the door without knocking, which you should never do at a party of drunken high schoolers and got an eye full of tan skin and a gir'ls chest before closing the door, "Sorry but I really have to pee."

The door opened and out stepped a leggy blond fixing her shirt, "its ok." She waited for the boy to come out and when he didn't she walked in. It was none other than Noah Puckerman. She groaned, "If you'll excuse me I really have to piss."

He slid past her brushing against her and closed the door. After she finished she opened the door and was forced back by a wall of well-made chest. "You know that was going to be the easiest lay of the night and then you come up here and interrupt that's just rude." He closed the door behind him.

"No what's rude is you backing me in here. You're lucky I'm drunk." Her back was against the counter and his arms formed a cage.

"I can tell it's on your breath." He was only a few inches from her ear and his breath was warm. She gulped.

She leaned back as far as she could trying not to touch him at all. "You need to back up." For some reason she felt like a fire was burning in her stomach.

He smirked at her, "Why can't deal with my hotness?" He used a hand to play with a loose strand of her hair that was hanging down in her face.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Please this is gross." No, because you sleep with everything in a skirt.

He growled at her, "Why because I'm a werewolf?" She could see the anger in his eyes and she didn't feel fear, she was turned on.

She tried to push him away, "No because you're a pig." Also she was too drunk for this.

"So you don't mind this? If I were say Sam or Finn you would slept with me?" His lips were only centimeters from hers.

"No because I wouldn't want you to end up dead." It was true if anyone ever found out they'd kill him then her; it's against the law.

He placed his hand over his heart, "Awe that's touching." She knew he believed himself invincible. He was so close to her and her body was telling to kiss him. She had never felt this before.

Her heart was racing if he kissed her she'd jump him. He was watching her eyes dilate as he leaned down to brush his lips over her plump ones. Her hands, which had been on the counter, wrapped around his neck pulling him toward her.

His hands gripped the back of her thighs to sit her on top of the counter causing her to gasp. One hand in her hair and the other moving under her tank top, she pulled away gasping for breath. He kissed down her jaw, "We can't do this."

He sucked at her pulse point, "I know but I don't want to stop." His pulled on her hair just slightly.

She pulled at his belt, "I'm too drunk for this." He groaned as he felt his jeans loosen and then her hand was on him stroking.

"I thought-," He started to say.

But she interrupted, "Can you shut up and fuck me?"

He pulled her off the counter and unbuttoned her jeans pushing them down and off. Once he placed her back on the counter the only thing he could think of was being inside her. He rubbed his self against her folds, listening to her whimper.

He pulled her so that she was on the edge of the counter so that he could thrust into her. He started up a rhythm. She grabbed his back and he could feel her nails sink into his skin, "Faster." He picked up his speed, "Oh god don't stop." He knew, he wouldn't. He'd had a crush on this girl forever and now he was inside her, making her moan and whimper.

He was marking her with his mark and he felt proud even as her nails dug downi his back. She was driving him crazy, her scent in his nose, her taste on his lips, and the feel of her around him. He lost his rhythm all together.

"Oh god Noah. Oh god don't stop, harder." He slammed into her repeatedly. He felt her legs start shaking and then her walls. Her hands pulled him closer to her. She bit his shoulder to keep from screaming and alerting the people downstairs of what was going on.

The bite made him thrust harder, it felt good to be in her. She moaned into his shoulder. With one last pump he was done. Breathing hard he leaned against her as she leaned against him. Her head in the crook of his neck felt good, he felt at home with her.

He shook his head this was never supposed to happen ever and now here they were. He was balls deep in a girl that could kill him with just her hands. He pulled out and pulled his jeans up. She jumped off the counter reaching for her jeans.

He grabbed her and pulled him against him once she had her jeans on, "This never happened."

She snorted, "I probably won't even remember this." He winced she would once she saw her neck in the morning.

He let her leave first as she closed the door he realized he hadn't used a condom. He smacked himself in the forehead, Puckerman you are a fucking idiot.