"Hazel Grace." August waters vocalized solemnly, spitting out his cig with a PFFT! Noise. The cigaret arched like a white swan above his handsome curl crowned head, than landed in the river 1,500 ft. below with a mighty "Splash!" I, Hazel Grace, watched it fall with a bowed head and teary eyes. I knew it was a symbol, but of what?

"I love you August." I declared. "I won't leave you."

"You have to." August insisted, shaking his head sadly. "I'm a ticking bomb, soon I will explode and if you are there…Well, it won't be pretty" He gave a grim chuckle, then arched an eyebrow at me. "Surely you don't want to see me in such agony"? August deadpanned snarkily.

"No" I growled frustrated, "But I want to be there for you when what happens to you…..happens."

August nodded solemnly. "but Hazel Grace, you don't understand." He shifted on both peg legs uneasily. Peering at the horizon with a gentle squint like maybe he needed glasses. I thought, August would look sexy with glasses. "Azel". He elaborated softly. "There's things I haven't yet told you, about my.. condition."

"What is it" I questioned very concerned."I'll be there for you no matter what".

August let out a shuttering breath, then a dark chuckle. "Its, well its complicated. But, the main thing you need to know is, well." he took a shaky breath, "My condition gets a little 'hairy'.."

My brow furrowed in confusion….. "What do you mean hairy?"

"Gack!" exclaimed august. "It's all too much." He gurgled in frustration.

I sat down on the edge of the cliff of which we were standing upon. "You need to tell me whats going on." I expressed my feelings. "You can't handle everything alone, and….people care." I explained to him. "I care somuch it hurts." I vocalized. "To hear you gurgle like that; it tears me up inside."

"You're the sexiest girl alive," he intoned.

Then, he sat down beside me and took my hand in his own strong one, it's sweat like home, and we kissed like a pair of sexy suction cups. We watched the sunrise for hours together before saying anything more.

"I love you". August murmured, his hand on my left boob. I melted into his touch.

"Will you tell me now what troubles you?" I asked caringly.

We looked up at the darkened sky, which was as black as night. Suddenly….August grumbled, "Oh I knew this would happen."Then, he stood up. Then he shouted: "Hazel Grace, you must run!"

"I can't until you tell me about your condition!" I protested upset.

"Hazel…." August rasped chokingly, then he didn't need to explain anymore; his eyes were turning brilliant gold color and then he was covered in rugged man fur and had sharp yellow fangs like a snake . NO! I stared at the full moon above us and began to sob heartbreaken. Oh my god….! MY BOYFRIEND IS A WHEREWOLF!

I begin to run. August is chasing me like no kind boyfriend ever should… but, I remind myself not to blame it on him because he is not thinking clearly because he isn't in his human form. I sob and run at the same time, then trip over rocks and begin to bleed out to death on the crunchy forest floor. I'm going to die here. I know it in that moment. Suddenly August is bearing down on me like a train about to hit someone.

His breath is stinky on my face and tears pour down my face like lava I plead, "August, baby boy, don't do this too me. I love you." I clarify.

Suddenly August is rubbing his wherewolf face against my smooth human one fretfully. "I love you." He chokes. "I-I-I-'m fff-ff-f-ighting mm-my wwh-wh-were-wolf sss-ss—self as best I can b-b-b-ut….RRRRUN!" i cant run! And then the second surprise of the night happens.

My wherewolf boyfriend is biting me…and NOT in a sexy way.

TO BE CONTINUED