Bryanna sat at the cafe, waiting to see Kyle walk through the door any second. His green eyes would be the first thing she noticed. She continued looking around.

As if on cue, Kyle walked in with an older man. The man looked to be in his mid thirties.

Bryanna stood up to greet the two. "Hi. I'm--"

"Bryanna, I know."

 Bryanna's eyes widened, and she nodded. "Okay. Who are you?"

"My name is Garth Henderson. I am what little fanfiction, werewolf-obsessed, naive girls call an Alpha," Garth said bluntly.

Bryanna's eyes widened a bit more, and she glanced at Kyle. Kyle gave a shrug.

Garth locked his gaze with Bryanna. "Do you want to be in this pack or not?"

Bryanna stared into this guy's eyes. She didn't know if she wanted to be a part of this jerk's pack anymore. He was rude and very strange. With his worn out jacket, Bryanna was surprised he didn't smell.

She glanced at Kyle, who gave her the "do what you want" look. She rolled her eyes, and she tried to stare Garth down. "Yes. I want to be a part of your pack."

"Follow me." Garth walked out.

Bryanna furrowed her brows and looked at Kyle.

Kyle shrugged. "He does that."

Bryanna took a deep breath and followed Kyle out. She began questioning everything once she entered a dark alley with Garth and Kyle. She glared at the two. "If this is the initiation, I'm not doing it. Two guys in a dark alley might be kinky to you two, but I'm--"

"That's not what this is." Garth glared at Bryanna. 

Bryanna raised a brow. "Then what are we doing here?"

"You're going to fight me." A red haired woman, the same age as Garth, stepped forward. She looked intimadating in her black boots and black lether jacket.

However, Bryanna called a bluff on the whole tough-girl act. "So I just fight you, and I get to join the pack."

Kyle shook his head as he tried to hide his face. "You have to beat her."

"Mmmhmmm." The woman grinned. "Last until the morning."

Bryanna paused. She was supposed to be back home by morning. She could already tell that Monique would call the cops to find her. "Uhm... can we do this another time?"

"Tonight." Garth crossed his arms and glared at Bryanna. "Or you're never going to join this pack."

Bryanna stared at the woman, trying to remember if she had brought her own pocket knife. She hadn't. She looked around. "Isn't an alley kind of public for two werewolves to fight?"

Garth smiled. "That's why we'll be going to my basement."

Bryanna let out a deep breath, feeling a bit relieved. Maybe she could prepare her own mindset until then.

                                                               ~~~~~~~

Monique groaned as she threw herself in her car. She groaned again as she threw her head back. She hadn't slept, and she had to sleep instead of researching a cure. She took a deep breath and glared at the dawning sun. She groaned again as her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi. This is Eric from Let's Help Storage."

Monique's brows furrowed at Eric's monotone voice.

"We're calling to inform you that we are raising your monthly bill until all damage for the storage room you were given is paid off."

"What?!" Monique sat straight.

"I am also supposed to remind you that, according to our policy, you are not allowed to keep dogs in the storage room we allow you to rent."

Monique's shoulders fell in relief and a hint of relaxation.

"That is all. Have a nice day." He hung up.

Monique smiled to herself. She frowned, realizing her bill was going up. Eric never said by how much. She sighed and started the car. She wanted answers and needed a new cage. A few hours less of sleep shouldn't hurt.

She stared driving toward starbucks. A bagel wouldn't hurt right now, and she was hungry. She opened her phone as she stood in line to make her order. She opened colored notes and began typing what she was going to do for the next two hours.

"It's the dog-smelling girl."

Monique rolled her eyes and looked up at Dimitri. "What the hell do you want?"

Dimitri smirked. "Let me buy you something."

Monique narrowed her eyes for a moment.

"Ma'am, I can help you now."

Monique glanced from the cashier to Dimitri. "Fine." She looked at the cashier. "And don't call me ma'am. I want an everything bagel, toasted with plain cream cheese. I'll also have a strawberry smoothie in the biggest size it can come in. I'd LOVE four of your salted caramel cake pops. I also want a bag of your blond coffee," she turned to Dmetri, "so I can taste it and decide if I like coffee."

Dimitri raised a brow.

The cashier smiled. "Okay, that'll be twenty-five, ninety-four."

Dimtri smirked, pulling out his wallet. "Think you caught me?" He pulled out two twenty dollar bills, and handed them to the cashier.

"Here's your change." The cashier handed Dimitri the change. "Thank you. Who's the order for?"

"Monique." Monique grinned.

"Alright. That should all be done in a bit."

"Thank you." Monique walked to one of the tables and sat.

Dimitri sat in front of her. "They say that time is money."

Monique paused. Was he trying to get her caught?

Dimitri smirked. "I've caught you."

Monique sighed. "How much time do you want? And by the way, I'm not a prostitute. I'm also not stupid. What do you want?"

"Just time to talk to you."

Monique looked at Dimitri, skeptical. "What do you want to talk about?"

Dimitri paused. "What do you like to have for dinner?"

"Alfredo. Answer my question," Monique demmanded.

"I'll cook that for you, and I want to talk about you and your strange dog smell." 

Monique glared. "You keep saying that, but I don't have a dog. I also smell-check myself because your damn remark makes me self-concious. I also had a co-worker smell me. He said I smell fine. So..." she leaned forward, "How do I smell like dog?" 

Dimitri let out a small laugh and adjust hist glasses. "Let me make you dinner, and I'll tell you everything you want to know about your little werewolf." 

Monique eyes widened. "You're one. That's how you can smell the non-existant smell." 

Dimitri smirked as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "You're wrong. But I'll let you come to me for help if you want it." He passed the strip of paper to Monique. "Remember, dinner is on me."

"What makes you think I'll do something for food?" Monique laughed. "I'm not a child."

Dimitri smirked. "No. You're not, but you are a starving little girl."

Monique stopped smiling.

"When was the last time you had all three square meals?"

Monique glared at Dimitri as he walked away.

"Order for Monique!"

Monique rolled her eyes. "The least he could have done was help me take the things to the car."