I had another brain fart about Scarlet's last name. It's suppose to her O'Hare, not Hanson. So I'll try to remember to put that. Sorry about that guys! Thanks for the reviews, I love how you love the story. Hopefully this will inspire you guys to write your own Alcide/OC stories.

"Letty, please pick up the phone and talk to me. I know you're there. It's Friday night and there's a new 'Supernatural' on. Please pick up the phone honey, I really miss you." Alcide pleaded for what seemed like the 1000th time as he spoke to Scarlet's answering machine.

After he practically attacked her in the back room that Saturday, she quietly asked him to leave. He did as she asked and drove around for hours. When the store was closed after 8, he knocked on the front door, but got no answer. He ran for her at the back door, but again got no answer. He gave up and went home, only to leave her a message to call him back when she got the call.

That was almost a week ago. It was now Friday again and he hadn't seen, heard or spoken to Scarlet since that day. He missed her. He missed them hanging out on Sunday to watch the Saints play while they ate pizza and drank. He missed her telling him how her week went and what happened on NCIS, NCIS:LA, Criminal Minds, and CSI.

He had called everyday, hoping she'd finally pick up and talk to him, but he always left a message.

"Ok, hon. I'll be home all weekend if you wanna hang out. I'm sorry for last week Letty, I don't know what I was thinking. I should have asked first before kissing you..." he wanted to add 'but I don't regret it,' but figured it was too soon.

Scarlet stood by her phone, as she always did as he left his lengthy message. She wanted to pick up the phone and talk to him. She missed him too. She wanted to go over to his place with his triple meat pizza and her pepperoni and watch the Saints game, then help him with dishes. Then she'd leave his place only to have him call her right as she stepped through her door, making sure she got home okay. She especially missed telling about what crazy stuff happen on her shows and the type of week they had.

"I'll talk to later. Night Letty." He hung up just as she got the courage to pick up.

"Alcide?" but instead all she got was the dial tone.

He had spent the night tossing and turning, wishing she was lying beside him. He hadn't changed the sheets and when he had to need to hold her, he grabbed the pillow she had laid on, breathing in her scent of Lilacs.

It was a full moon tomorrow night and he wondered if she would run with him. When she did she'd go to his house, leave her clothes there and shift, then they'd leave together and run through the woods behind his house. Just before the sun came up, he'd go to the unlock backdoor, shift and redress upstairs, while she followed shortly after and do the same downstairs. Then they'd hug goodbye and see one another a few hours later when they got off work.

Scarlet wore his shirt to sleep in. It still had his natural scent; a woodsy smell and it made her ache even more.

She figured the only reason he kissed her was he dealing with abjuring Debbie, the fact that Sookie chick he liked who apparently was with Eric Northman, his wolf had to let his sexual frustration out on closest female; her

She couldn't figure out why those women wouldn't want Alcide. He was funny, smart, sweet, loyal and sexy as hell. She turned on to her side and tried to go to sleep as she dreaded the next night.

She was leaving her building, when she spotted a envelope in her mail box. Opening it, she found a piece of paper in Alcide's handwriting. She carried the note with her to her truck and open it.

Dear Scarlet,

I am sorry for my actions last week. Because of my stupidity I haven't heard from my best friend and I miss her like crazy.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Please forgive me and run with me tonight when we shift. If so, meet me at my place and we can go through our usual ritual together. If not, I'll stay out of your way tonight.

But know this: I'm not giving up that easily. We have been through a lot together and I really hope we can get past this. So until I hear from you, I'm gonna keep calling and filling up your voicemail, inbox or whatever.

Hopefully your still best friend,

Alcide.

She leaned her head back against the headrest and let a sigh. She knew this had to stop and she had to confront him at some point and tonight would be the best night. Placing the note on her passenger seat, she turned the key to start the car and pulled out of the space and drove her familiar route to his house.

Alcide sadly sat my the swimming hole. His white face looked back at him. He saw a drop hit the water when he realized his wolf was crying. His wolf missed Scarlet almost as much as he did. Ever since they moved to Shreveport, they'd always run together on full moons. They'd meet at his house, shift in separate rooms, and run around like pups; playfully nipping at one another, wrestle each other, occasionally pinning each other to the ground.

His ears perked up at a wig snapping. He sniffed the air and hope erupted from his chest. His happiness only grew when he saw her in her wolf form. Her silver coat shined in the moon light, her hazel eyes were more of an amber color. He let out a playful yip and ran toward her. She let out the same sound and the two met in the middle, nudging heads and tried to knock the other one onto their backs.

The two laid in a leaf pile as they rested after playing. Scarlet's head rested in her paws, while Alcide rested his on her neck. He nudged her when it was time to leave and head to his house. They raised to their paws and ran side by side, just like old times.

If you guys have read my stories before this, you know I been obsessed with werewolves since I was a kid. I have written werewolves or regular wolves into just about everyone one of my stories.

Well she has forgiven him, but can they really go back to how they were before? Do they even want to?

Special congrats to Joe on winning 'Best Male breakout' at Scream Awards. LOVE YOU JOE!