A/N: Yes, I know, the last chapter was really short and I hate to say that this one is too but the next one is much, much longer. So, keep reading -!
I woke up to find I had cried myself to sleep. I got dressed and went to work, trying my best to look my best. I could tell I hadn't done a very good job by the glances I saw. The secretary came in, handed me my coffee (two packets of equal and about a tablespoon of that delicious Irish cream creamer) and the local paper, jabbering on about my appointments for the day. Who ever listens to those? I took a sip of my coffee and opened the paper to reveal the headline, 'Werewolf on the loose' and spit out my coffee. That must have been what I heard last night. The secretary barged in with napkins trying to clean up the mess but I told her I would do it myself. I had to do a cover story on this, it would be my big break. I asked the boss and he said he was going to have Brunstone on it. Brunstone. Over the past twelve and half hours I had come to utterly despise the name.
"By the way, have you seen him today?" the boss asked.
"Nope, but you better hope you find him before I do." I smiled, trying to make a joke out of it. He would face my wrath.
Jack woke up by a dumpster.
"What happened?" he asked, half awake.
He looked down at himself and screamed at what he saw. It wasn't a dream! It was real! But it was daylight and he was still a werewolf.
"I thought...oh well, I guess I have to be a werewolf day and night." he somewhat accepted his fate but then his thoughts turned to me.
"Oh no, she probably hates me now since I didn't show up and left her waiting. I wonder how long she waited, or what she was wearing-" he grinned, "Wait, that doesn't matter now! But I love her...how could she possibly love me now that I have turned into such a hideous beast?" he began to cry, something he hadn't done since his childhood years. He found an abandoned warehouse where he decided he would live.
I came home that night and turned on the news, more junk about Kerry and Bush, it was starting to annoy her. She picked up the remote to turn the channel when a special bulletin came on about a missing person named Jack Brunstone. I gasped and almost fainted.
"Jack, Where are you?" I cried.