Background information for the story:
This is isn't another Little Red Riding story, I promise you. Yes, I must admit to you this story has werewolves, but the will be well-written, manly werewolves who will be practical about wearing shirts. I wish to inform you that this story will have plot and not be yet another one of those teenage fad stories. I know that probably no one ships this pairing, but I don't really care. Enjoy~
Prologue
Lars took a long drag from his cigarette. He closed his eyes, exhaling the sickly sweet smoke from his lungs. He knew it was bad for him, but he didn't care. It was better than smoking weed, he supposed. He had long since given up that habit, but still had urges every now and again.
He was bored. Smoking helped to pass the time. Nothing new ever happened around here anyways. No one ever treaded into his territory, for fear of his wrath. Unlike most of the wolves that lived in the woods, he chose to live in solitude. Others only ever hindered his pace and got in his way.
Looking up to the sky, he pondered if he should move on. Game seldom ventured on to his territory, and when they did, they hardly ever posed a challenge. He brought his cigarette back to his lips and inhaled.
Suddenly, Lars heard the slamming of a car door. He quickly dropped his cigarette and crushed it under his boot. He crouched down in the bushes and looked towards the source of the noise. He peered through the leaves to see the blonde hair of a girl walking away from the driver's side of the car. She looked young, definitely no younger than eighteen considering the fact that she drove here by herself. Lars figured that meant she was moving into to cottage, seeing as how she lugged a giant suitcase behind her and the "For Sale" sign was no longer there.
"This will certainly make things interesting now," Lars mused. "Maybe I should stick around for a bit longer then." He chuckled quietly to himself. A breeze rustled the leaves around him, and with it, brought the scent of the girl. The scent intrigued him. Yes, he most certainly would be sticking around, or at least until his newfound fascination with this nameless girl subsided.
Lars stood up from his crouched position. He moved silently over to the closest tree. He raked his claws down its bark, effectively marking his territory. Technically, this area was just outside his territory. It didn't belong to anyone in particular, so Lars decided he might as well take it while no one's looking. He'd come back later to finish up, seeing as how there was a chance of the girl seeing him during the day.
He figured he might as well be taking his leave now. With one last glance at the small cottage, he left his hiding spot and began on his journey to his cabin.
A/N: I don't know how many of you will actually read this, but here goes:
I'm so sorry that I haven't updated any of the other stories in like a year. I do hope to eventually finish them, but it's probably not happening anytime soon. Please don't hate me too much. I'm not really into Bleach anymore, because, let's face it: the plot went down the toilet.