What the hell was I thinking, I silently scolded myself as I glanced into my bathroom's mirror. Now he knows something's wrong with me.

That was an understatement as I washed my face, cleaning the accumulated dirt and sweat from my neck as well. I emerged from my room at the hotel to find Emily waiting just outside.

"There you are." She asked as I headed towards the lobby, head slightly down. "Look just forget about it, okay?"

"I wish I could. That was one of the worse things I've ever done." I answered, reaching the staircase. "I'll never be able to look him in the eye again."

"Anyone I know?" A familar voice asked so suddenly I almost tripped on the first step.

"Nope." I quickly answered, head turned slightly as I made my way very careful down the stairs. "So what did you want anyway?"

"I'm staying here as well but you already know that, don't you?" He told me, that same smirk on his lips and I rolled my eyes. Taking my eyes off him I resumed my walk to the lobby where I stumbled on the rug, which didn't help my already growling list of dumb things I keep doing. Managing to right myself I walked inside, sitting at the nearest table and by the time my friends joined me I was staring towards the far end of the room.

It had taken as much self-control as I had to pretend nothing was wrong with me. Sadly I saw Emily give me a slight nod and I leant against the chair, wanting to hide my face.

"So what was it you wanted with me, Agent York?" I asked, giving him a grin that I didn't feel right now. Once again he stepped far too close for comfort and I narrowed my eyes, tensing up. Thankfully, he took a seat nearby though not too near and I let out the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding in, silently grateful.

"I'm curious about what you are. This werewolf thing. Does silver effect you and do you change doing the full moon?" He asked and it took me a few seconds to understand.

"Agent York, that's a bit personal don't you think?" Emily said, still standing and I just sighed.

"It's okay. Silver does burn if I touch it and I have to change during a full moon. Though I can change at will." I answered, leaning forward. "Anything else you want to know, Agent York?"

"Just one other thing; why did you sniff me earlier?" He asked and this time I froze, unable to think of an immediate response. Seeing me struggle he just leant back. "I was curious." He added, like that made the question a little easier to answer.

Emily rolled her eyes, deciding to step in and save me but I proved I could defend myself (and my actions) by rising from the chair.

"I'm a werewolf and it's what we do." I told him, eyes flashing back to yellow and as I made my way back to my room I didn't see him staring at me. Eyes following me until I reached the stairs and my room beyond that.

"Maybe you should cut her some slack. It's not easy for her being something other than human." Emily scolded him, why she bothered she didn't know as Agent York rose from his chair not even flinching as I shut the door a little too hard.

I spent the next half an hour lying on my bed, jacket lying on the desk beside the bed. My shoes at the foot of the bed I sighed for the...well I'd lost count sometime ago.

He must know by now why I did what I did, I thought as I rested my head on the closest pillow. Even though I was tired I just couldn't fall asleep and I growled to myself, sitting up only to hear a light knock on the door. "Come in." I called, expecting it to be Emily and when the door slowly opened I saw York standing in the doorway.

I let out a warning growl, stay away from me in wolf, though why I bothered I didn't know as he just waltzed in. Closing the door he walked over and I sighed, lying back.

"Emily asked me to talk to you. Something about asking inappropraite questions." York explained and I snorted, staring up at him with a frown on my face.

"Of course you did. It isn't easy being what I am and you just had to point that out." I replied, arms crossed against my chest.

With him this close I couldn't focus on what he was saying, only the scent of his skin as he talked. The moment I sat up moving in close he paused, eyes watching as I sniffed at his neck again. This time he chuckled, more curious than offended when I took a deep breath.

"Is there something on my face?" He finally asked but I didn't answer, his scent making my heart race and before I could stop myself my tongue flicked out. To his shock, and mine, I licked a slow path from the base of his neck to the tip of his ear. Eyes closing I began to pant, heart beating wildly. It was then I felt his hand touch my hair, his fingers running through the strands and I didn't move letting him get this close.

Gently his fingers moved through my hair, brushing my hair back from my neck and when he leant close I let out a low growl. That caused his head to snap back and I blinked, realizing he didn't understand why.

"It's okay. Sorry just a little...on edge." I managed to whisper, swallowing and he gave me his usual grin before he leant in again. This time he pressed his nose against my neck and I shivered, his scent invading my nose until it was all I could focus on. Though I didn't care, right until I let out a low growl as that same pleasant feeling flowed through me. It made my body ache deep inside and I kind of liked it.

Hesitating at first, York eventually leant in and his lips had just brushed mine when we both heard the sound of his walkie talkie. I growled, frustrated as he answered the call. I was this close and he answers his phone, I thought rising from the bed. I started to pace then eyes completely yellow as he continued to speak. I kept growling until I saw him watching me and I stopped, clenching my fists.

"That was George. He wants to see if you can track our murderer with a piece of the victim's clothing." York explained as he stood and I snarled at him. "Is something wrong?"

"Of course it is! We were making out and then you just...forget it. Besides I'm no one's tracking dog." I snapped as I stormed towards the door and with a shrug he followed, wisely keeping his distance.

The trip back was an uneventful one, York behind the wheel while I remained in the passenger seat not speaking for the whole trip back. Funnily enough, York seemed clueless as to why I was so angry.

I was this close to ridding myself of this stupid werewolf heat and he answers his phone, I silently fumed as I leant back against the seat. Ignoring his attempts at a conversation, something about 80's movies, I soon drifted off into a sound sleep. Only to wake when I felt a hand on my shoulder and I groaned, my eyes blinking open to find York looking directly at me.

"Good morning. George needs us in the Sherriff's office. Unless you plan on sleeping in here." York grinned as I rubbed at my eyes, still a little sleepy. I climbed from the seat and as I made my way towards the steps that led into the building I didn't notice his coversation with his invisible partner. "She's an interesting one, Zach. Do you think she's interested in you or me?"

If I'd been more awake I probably would have smacked him though since I was still trying to stay awake as I stumbled towards the front door, I didn't. Which was a good thing for 'Agent' York.

I didn't want to sit through another meeting but the slight frown Sherriff George gave me made me sit at that desk again, arms crossed as I listened to the same facts we knew about the strange murder. I tried so hard to act interested but I couldn't keep my eyes open. I must have drifted off at some point because the next thing I knew only Agent York and I were present. I stood up, intending to find my friends only to frown when Agent York moved towards the door. That made it impossible for me to leave and as I cleared my throat

I couldn't move as York's arms wrapped around my waist, his nose rubbing against the base of my neck. When his hands moved downwards, slowly rubbing my hips in tiny circles I tilted my head back. Pretty soon I had the overwhelming urge to kiss him and I grabbed his tie, yanking his face towards mine.

When we broke apart even York's face was slightly red, not as badly as mine though he wasn't the one in heat. And he didn't help when his hand found the zipper , my jeans slipping past my knees. I wanted to move away from him, my human side knew this is dangerous getting too close to a human. But my wolf side proved too much to handle and I found myself staying put. He grinned at me, lifting my shirt up to expose my back and when his lips brushed my bare skin I groaned.

He didn't stop there and as his mouth kissed its way along my back, not missing an inch, I groaned panting as the ache within me grew stronger. One hand on my backside he started to rub slow circles on it and I shuddered, wanting more.

"Audrey?" Emily called and I raised my head, letting out a loud yawn and she blinked. "I was wondering where you disappeared to."

"Sorry must have dozed off. What did you need?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. When I noticed her staring I frowned. "Something wrong?"

"It's just I heard you talking in your sleep." Emily said and I raised an eyebrow at her. "And you mentioned Agent York's name." She added, a tiny smile appearing when I blushed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I snorted, rising from the desk. "Anyway is there something I can help with?" I asked only to find that no one knew where York was right now.

"It's not really that strange for him but still...maybe we should go looking for him. Oh but I promised George I'd bring those files to him." Emily sighed and I nodded, knowing exactly what she'd ask me next.

"I'll find him even if I want to smack him in the head sometimes...correction all the time." I answered, giving my friend a weak grin as I headed towards the door. I had only just left the Sherriff's office when I bumped into a familar face. "There you are." I muttered as Agent York stared at me.

"Is something wrong?" He asked as I stared back at him for close to a minute. Then I narrowed my eyes.

"Look can you just keep your distance from me, okay? I'm not feeling that good right now." I said, not making eye contact as I hurried to my car. He didn't try to follow this time and I sighed as I sat in the drivers seat, grateful to him for once.

With no clear place in mind I ended driving back to the hotel, hoping that by then my weird mood would leave. No such luck as the second I stepped into my room I felt dizzy and I almost didn't make it to my bed. Falling into it I felt myself starting to black out and the last thought I had was where Agent York had been that whole time.

Once again I had another dream but this one was a little different, this one was a flashback to the event that led me to save Agent York from what I later learned (from him anyway) was the Raincoat Killer. A murderer from a folklore that supposedly only appeared during the rain though having knocked it flying in my beast form, I begged to differ. It was as real as I was or at least I thought so until it vanished a few moments later.

That was my first introduction to the somewhat unusual FBI agent and then his friends, who seemed a little confused by my appearance. Especially the fact that York had lent me his coat as changing back had left my clothes in a somewhat threadbare state.

At first everyone questioned me endlessly; where I was from, who I was and why I was hiding in that sawmill. But after I transformed for them again they finally agreed I was telling the truth about being innocent and a werewolf. Of course they couldn't just let me run off, people would have gotten a little suspicious at my unexplained appearance so I chose to help their investigation. Even if I didn't really see the point since I was in the dark about everything.

I groaned in my sleep then, eyes flickering under my lids as I shivered. My body felt like it was on fire and I whimpered, arching my back. I couldn't get comfortable and that added to the already unwelcome heat until I woke so suddenly I tumbled from the bed. Panting heavily I raised a hand to my forehead, sweat dripping from it.

What's wrong with me, I thought as I struggled to stand up. It proved impossible when I had to lean against the bed just to stay seated and I closed my eyes, resting my head against the mattress.

I still couldn't stop panting and right then I wanted a cold drink so badly I could taste it. Try as I might I couldn't raise myself from the floor, my strength gone and I whimpered only to hear the phone in my room ring. Not now, I growled as I dragged myself towards it. Somehow I reached it in time, knocking the receiver down so I could talk. When I heard Emily's voice I gave the phone a weak smile.

"Audrey? Are you there?" She asked, right now standing at the front desk and I coughed into the receiver. "Audrey?"

I cleared my throat and after swallowing I leant as close as I could.

"Can't...stand. Help." I whispered, gasping for air as I slipped. Now lying on my side I could feel my eyesight growing dark and I let out a weak cry as I passed out.