A/N Note: Nobody hate me but I felt that I had to go back. For all of those who are reading a fanfic from this story and haven't read the actual story this is for you and for all those who have read the story and are already big fans this is just a recap from Nick's prospective. Feel free to comment or make suggestions, either are welcome and appreciated. :)
Chapter 2: A History
As I ran the braches of the bushes in the underground seemed to catch at my fur to slow me down. I could not slow down even if I wanted to, all of my instincts told me to get away from the clearing. Whatever was in there was neither wolf nor human and from the looks of the skeleton was extremely dangerous if you were on her hit list. Why couldn't I stop thinking about her? I'll answer that later I thought.
I ran home so fast that what had taken me two hours previously now took me forty-five minutes. As soon as I reached my house, I jumped through my already open window onto the floor of my room, made my change as fast as possible, and then fell into a fitful sleep on my bed.
My muzzle poked through the bush, just enough so I could see and smell the predator in the clearing. The first thing that registered was that it was female. The next thing was that the deer's carcass had already been picked clean, down to its bones. As I looked again at the female, she started to change. The strange thing was thatit looked like water, it was such a smooth transition and she still had all of her clothes on! All these facts made me recoil from the clearing. Then a twig snapped…
I jolted awake, panting like I'd just run about two hundred miles. Even though I was a full-grown werewolf it took me, at best, a couple of minutes to change forms. There was something abnormal about her; she had changed forms in at least ten seconds. That was way beyond the skill of any werewolves I knew, Pack or otherwise.
It was clear the she was not a werewolf. What was she then? Did it really matter? She was the first female that had haunted me this much since Elena became a part of the Pack, and Clayton's mate.
Clayton and I had been best friends ever since Jeremy had brought him to the Pack when he was about six years old. Clayton had been bitten as a child and had been able to changes forms earlier than any child born as a werewolf. This made him an enemy of sorts to the werewolf children who were unable to change until they were eighteen, at the earliest. Jeremy and my father, Antonio, had thrown us together to see if we would get along and, to no one's surprise, we did. From that day forward Clay and I were best friends. Well as good as we could be since Clay was more wolf than man in his thought process and he was as antisocial as possible, despite my best efforts.
I had tried my best to make him more social by dragging him to parties when we were in our late teens and our early twenties. I eventually gave up on him when he was not attracted to any females of the human species that I introduced to him; he wanted none of them because he wanted a mate for life, much like a wolf does. Which is why when Elena came into his life he was determined make her his mate. Clay had, in fact, bitten Elena when she was brought home to Stonehaven to meet Jeremy. No human women in our recorded history had ever survived a werewolf bite. It shocked all of the Pack that she had survived to become the only female werewolf existing today. Clay was pleased for a little while that she had survived. Throughout her first year of being a werewolf and Clay's intended mate she had run back to her home in Toronto many times trying to save what little bit of her human life she had left. It never truly worked because for some reason or another she returned to Stonehaven and to Clay.
Even though Clay knew that she would all ways come back, it bothered him when she left, not only because she was his mate but also because she was the only female werewolf that we knew of. This fact had been another selling feature that fuelled my obsession of her that haunted me. The only thing that held me back from full out courting her was the fact that she was Clay's chosen mate, he loved her very much, and our long friendship would be nothing if he thought I was a danger to her. I eventually got over my obsession as Elena's visits became more permanent and her position as Clay's mate solidified.
The fact that she would never be mine gave me more pain than I had ever felt. I soon realized that what I wanted was a mate for life, like Elena is for Clay. Over the past decade I have never felt the emotion that Elena invoked in me until I saw that dangerously intriguing predator in the clearing last night. The feelings that she invoked in me were stronger than those I had for Elena. Surprisingly.
A/N: Okay tell me what you think about this new instalment of the story. If you want you can suggest a name for the OC. I haven't come up with on that suits her. There will be credit given. Maybe a beta position or at least information and/or chapter excerpts given in advance to the release of the upcoming chapters.