O.K this is the next chapter and one of the clues I promised: one significance - the dates, they aren't put in that order by which the characters lives are decided, but as the audience are ready to see them. It's like telling a story to a kid, you don't tell it straight away, first make sure he'd be alright with the ending.

Chapter Two

Lu Blanc was lying on her back in her bed. She was going over what happened between her and her last victim, well not victim in that sense, he came there by his own accord. He was actually next to her that minute, she ran her hand along his naked back. She smiled.

The light shutter wasn't closed, maybe she should…

… She got out of bed, her gaze fell on her nightshirt and instead of putting it on she walked straight to the window (a French window, where it is a window and a door at the same time). Her hand of its own accord opened it. She stepped out closing it behind herself.

The wind made her skin prickle, she stepped with her bare feet onto the white fallen snow. She could blend in, she though.

The full moon was out, its light played on her pale skin. She breaved in the fresh air.

"Lu?"

"Yeas dear," she turned to look at the boy who lay earlier next to her, he got dressed, unlike her. Lu smiled.

"What?"

"Nothing, I just though how nice it would be to be held in your arms."

"Don't be silly," he said, taking her in his arms, trying to warm her up.

"Lu?"

"Yes dear."

"Don't…"

"Don't what?"

"Just don't."

"Well now you are being silly, if I knew what not to do - I wouldn't do it." Her blonde-white hair fell on his shoulders, her grey eyes watching him.

"It'll make sense later, but you wouldn't be able to make a change if you knew it beforehand."

He began to kiss her next to her ear, whispering sweet things.

Behind his back she looked at her hand, it began to fill with millions of white hairs, she took a deep breath."

"Dear?"

"Yes, Lu."

"I'll tell you what my name is short for, you always wanted to know." she pressed her naked body against his, getting her mouth closer to his ear.

"Lu stands short for la Lupe Blanc. That's what my whole name stands for." his body tensed.

"White wolf?"

"Yes." she stepped away thinking maybe this was what he meant by don't, her whole body began to feel warm, as the fur began to fill it. Not like many werewolves her chest didn't expand and, legs and arms, didn't become extra long. The white wolf, or like in Canada mostly known as La Lupe Blanc, was known for her small size, quickness and deadliness in battle. She won many other werewolves twice the size of her and twice as strong. To tell the truth the boy with her, came to Canada to find the white wolf and kill him or her. They kind of met on the way, and kind of met a few other times before that night.

Now before him stood a werewolf normal wolf size of white colour and with silver eyes. He took his gun out of his pocket. Without a word he shot Lu, who with an impact of a silver bullet began to turn into a human, before bleeding to death.

He said: "to make a werewolf, a werewolf has to bight him or turn him by means of passion."

He pointed the gun at his heart and made the second shot.

Strekoza: Not much to add, although to fully comprehend what I mean by different pieces having a connection, need the continuation. Review with you guesses.