EPOV

Margo. Such a beautiful name; and not one that you hear every day. Her name matches her physical beauty. She was nice and slender with short black hair that almost framed her pale face. She had natural colored make up on and didn't wear any eye-liner. She let her true beauty show.

I watched as she handed the box of donuts to her boyfriend- Holy shit! That guy's about ready to phase! I can't let my Margo be near- wait. Did I just say "my Margo"? Calm down Embry. She's not yours…yet. Still, I had to get Margo away from that guy before he hurts her.

I shuddered at that thought. I knew that imprinting made you fall in love, but not this much. I couldn't think of anything else. All I could do was think of yellow jackets, minty gum, blue jeans, brown eyes, Margo.

I ran over to my boss who was acting as cashier since we were short on help.

"Leah!" I yelled to get her attention.

"She groaned. "What?"

"You got to let me go."

"Why the hell would I do that? I don't want to work by myself."

I leaned in closer to her. I knew it was silly since we were the only ones in the store, but I think it made me look intimidating.

"I imprinted on that girl that just walked out of here," I growled.

Leah looked up at me, shocked. Then she looked a little mad. "Fine," she huffed. "I'll just call Seth and tell him to come help me."

"Thank you so much!" I told her as I ripped my apron off and tossed it behind the counter.

"We have to pay for those dumbass!" Leah yelled as she saw that I accidentally ripped a hole in my apron.

"Take it out of my paycheck!" I yelled as I ran outside to find Margo before it was too late.

MPOV

Hunter pulled up to the beach and parked in the tiny, empty parking lot. Since it was freezing outside, we just decided to eat our breakfast in the truck.

As Hunter finished his tenth donut (I managed to only get one), his grabbed at his stomach. "Crap. I don't feel so good," he whined. Well that's not a big surprise.

"You shouldn't have eaten all those," I said, pointing to the empty box sitting on his lap. "Have some of my water."

I handed Hunter my water bottle, and with two seconds, he gulped it all down. Oh well, at least I got a sip. "It didn't help."

"Wanna go back to the grocery store and get some Pepto?"

Hunter shook his head. "It's not just my stomach. My whole body feels like it's on fire."

I cocked my eyebrow. Was it a fever?

"I'm gonna get some fresh air." Hunter jumped out of the truck and slammed the door behind him. I grabbed the keys out of the ignition and followed after him as he began to walk down the beach.

"Wait up!" I yelled as I scurried behind. Hunter was moving really fast.

He stopped and turned to face me. Sweat was on his forehead and his cheeks were all red. I sort of envied him because I'm freezing my butt off. My small jacket is not helping at all.

"Let's just wade," Hunter suggested. "The cold water should cool me off."

I nodded and took off my shoes. I stuffed my socks in them and just set them on the sand. We're the only ones at the beach. The chances of anyone stealing my cheap shoes are pretty slim.

I walked over to Hunter who just tossed his shoes and socks over to where mine were. He put his arm around my waist and began to walk down the shore, holding me tightly to his hot (temperature-wise body. I guess Prom's out of the question if he's sick.

"So I've been thinking," Hunter said, "if it's a boy, I like the name Victor."

"What if it's a girl?" I asked. I always wanted a baby girl a little more than a boy.

"Hmm…I like Crystal."

"Eh," I shrugged. I liked the name Crystal, but it always made me think of a rock. I'd be pretty pissed if my parents named me after something found in a cave or underground.

We continued walking like this for a while until Hunter stopped and shouted. "FUCK!" he screamed. He pushed me away and I fell on the sand, hitting my face.

I glanced back at Hunter to see him sitting next to me on the sand, pulling sea urchin spikes out of his foot. They must've gone in pretty deep because his foot was already all red with gushing blood.

"Leave them in," I said. "You'll bleed too much."

"Shut your whore mouth!" he yelled at me. "You can't leave shit like this in you. Fucking retard!" He then began to shake as he pulled the third spike out. In fact he was shaking a lot, almost like he was having a seizure.

I'd call 911 right now, but I left my phone in the truck, and there was no way I'd ditch Hunter while he's in this much pain. I felt my nose bleeding from when I hit the ground, but I forced myself to concentrate on Hunter. I heard that when people have seizures, you have to put something in their mouth to prevent them from biting off their tongue.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Hunter screamed as he tried to pull out the last spike, but his shaking prevented him from doing so. His hands were moving so fast, they were blurred and his chest was thumping so hard, I'm surprised his bones didn't crack. Then he sprouted fur.

I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Perhaps I was knocked unconscious when I fell? Nope, the fur was spreading up Hunter's chest to his neck and covered his face. Then his body…exploded. He didn't explode into tiny pieces, but instead…there was a giant wolf in front of me. Right at the wolf's paws were Hunter's jeans and shirt which were ripped beyond repair.

The wolf had Hunter's eyes and scared expression. It howled and I screamed. I started to back away slowly, but it limped after me, keeping weight off its left hind leg, whimpering. Then a sea urchin spike fell out of its paw.

"H-Hunter?" I whispered.

The wolf barked. The loud noise scared me and had me fall back to the sand.

Then the wolf shrank back into Hunter. However, this was a different Hunter. He was a foot taller and all his muscles were larger, like those of a football quarterback, not a high school wrestler.

"What the hell?" Hunter cried as he looked down at his naked form.

"What?" I asked. "What the fuck was that?"

Hunter shook his head. "I don't know," he whimpered. Tears began to pour down his face. "Please help me." He then crawled over to me and took me into his arms. He tightened his grip when I shivered against his hot skin.

"That hurts!" I yelled as the hug became too rough.

Hunter let go. "Something's wrong!" he cried. "I barely used my strength that time. And I could hear voices when I was a wolf."

"Are you sure?" Is he trying to tell me he's a schizophrenic werewolf? "How did this happen?"

"I don't know." Then Hunter looked up and growled…growled? His eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his now large hands.

I turned around to see a truck drive by. The driver looked an awful lot like someone I knew, but I couldn't pin point it. "What the hell?" I asked Hunter.

He dropped his hands and covered his exposed private area. "I don't know," he whispered. "I just saw that guy and he got me so mad…I-" Hunter began to shake again and soon he was wolf again.

The wolf whimpered and laid its head on the sand, and then covered it with its giant paws.

Then a growl came from the other side of the beach. We looked down and saw another giant wolf running this way. Hunter shot up and began to snarl, the hair on his back standing up. He walked in front of me and took a protective stance.

"Should I run?" I asked him.

He nodded his giant wolf head.

I turned and dashed up the beach to where the truck was. The other wolf had just smacked into Hunter. I looked back to see them tackling one another, the other wolf winning. Another growl was heard and then Hunter and the wolf stopped fighting. The other wolf sat while Hunter frantically looked around for the source of the noise. Then a giant black wolf ran up to them and growled at the other wolf. Hunter shrugged his wolf shoulders and began to walk away until the black wolf growled again, making him sit down on the sand. I could've sworn the wolf that attacked Hunter, which had gray fur with black spots, laughed. Hunter then looked at me and jerked his head, as if telling me to get out of here.

I continued running to the truck.