I stood in front of my closet, clad in a towel, trying to figure out what to wear. I didn't even know what Connor meant by a proper date. Was it somewhere fancy? Semi-fancy? Casual? Why do men do that? I wish he would have just told me where we were going. I finally relented and called him.

"Hello?"

"What do you mean by a proper date?" I asked.

"What?" he asked.

"When you say a proper date, what is that?"

"No coffee, and actual food that doesn't involve us being at the office. "

"Okay. So where at?"

"I was thinking Eat n Park."

"Oh," I couldn't hide the disappointment.

He just burst out laughing, "It's somewhere nice."

"Fancy?"

"Fancy."

"Okay, I'll see you later!"

"How much later? I was going to come get you."

"Give me, oh I don't know, two and a half hours."

He sighed heavily into the phone.

"Don't sigh at me," I said while hanging up the phone.

I went through my clothes again.

"I have nothing to wear! Time to go shopping!"

I quickly threw on a pair of jeans, a sweater, and ran down the stairs taking them two at a time. I paused briefly in front of the office when I noticed the soft orange glow of a fire coming from under the door. I pushed it open and saw mom sitting in her usual spot with a book.

"I'm going shopping, mom."

"Mmm," she said without looking up.

"I was abducted by aliens last night, and they implanted an embryo in my womb. Your first grandchild is going to be a human-alien hybrid."

She looked up at me and arched her eyebrows.

"Just making sure you heard me."

"I heard."

"Okay, have fun with your book. Bye, mom."

She looked back down at her reading material.

A woman of a thousand words. I thought while rolling my eyes.

I quickly jumped in my car and headed down route fifty-one. I had no idea where I was going or what I wanted to wear. All I knew was that I had to get something sexy and new.

As I passed by Rostraver Airport I noticed a streak of silver flash past my car. I quickly slammed on my breaks, thankful that the roads were deserted, and pulled onto the shoulder. I grabbed the axe out of my purse and ran through the snowy field looking for whatever it was I saw. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to go chasing things through fields, but my courage got the best of me. My heart thumped, and my stomach had moved to my throat. It was slowly dawning on me that this could be a bad idea.

As I scanned the field I didn't see anything moving.

"I know you're here! Come out!" I screamed.

No answer except the howling wind.

I spun around looking in every direction. Only snow swirled around in the wind. I turned to go back to my car when I felt a weight on my back that sent me flying forward. I landed face first in a snow bank and as I turned onto my back trying to breath a large silver paw pressed down on my chest. It was such a tremendous weight that what air I had managed to suck into my deflated lungs whooshed right back out. The paw wasn't an ordinary paw; the damn thing was the size of my head. I stared up at a snarling snout. The hot, nasty breath blew against my face. I couldn't take my eyes off the dangling drool that landed with a sickening splash onto my neck. The eyes were golden yellow, and there was a hairless scar going across the left eye which was slightly clouded over. I had to only guess it was blind, or at least partially blind in that eye.

"Don't move, girl."

"Y-you talk?"

"Of course I do," it snarled.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"The wolf from the story of course."

"What do you want?"

"You."

"M-me?"

"Yes, Grimm. You're the last of your kind. The last that needs to go."

"You're going to eat me, aren't you?"

"Yes, but not right now. The great queen forbids us from eating you before the battle."

"Us?"

"Yes, those I created when I came here."

"You created them?"

"Of course, you silly girl. The story only has one wolf in it."

"Who brought you out?"

"The great queen."

I kept stretching my fingers out trying to reach the axe with remained just inches out of my grasp. I stretched as much as I could, but the wolf's paw was too heavy.

"Stop trying to get that little toy. It won't do you any good. You can't fight me."

"But Connor said..."

"Connor? Humans don't know about me."

"He's the huntsman."

"The huntsman? He can't do anything. I'll do to him what I did to his father." the beast's hot breath assaulted my face as he laughed.

"You killed his father?"

"Swallowed him in one bite," the silver wolf snapped.

I looked into his eyes, terror all over my face.

"You're scared. That's good. You're smart, and you know what's coming," he leaned in so that his snout was next to my ear, "I will have the pleasure of eating you."

I didn't know what to say. I lay there motionless. I thought I was going to pee myself. The massive wolf pushed off against my chest and bound away. By time I got to my feet and looked around he was long gone. My legs were wobbly, and after taking a few steps I lurched forward and vomited. I gripped the axe, and forced my wobbly legs to carry my body to the car; which seemed like it was a million miles away. Why was it so far away?

As I jumped into the driver seat I locked the doors and grabbed my phone.

"What do you need, babe?"

"I saw the wolf," I said.

"Where?"

"By Rostraver Airport."

"What happened?"

"I stopped my car and confronted it."

"You did what? Are you stupid?"

I was taken aback by that, "Excuse me?"

"Are you trying to kill yourself? Why would you confront one of the wolves by yourself?"

"I had the axe."

"But you have no training, Elysse! How did you get away?"

"It let me go."

"Why?"

"He said the great queen ordered the pack to not hurt me until the battle."

"He said? The great queen?"

"Yeah, it can talk. It was the weirdest thing ever," I said.

"I guess she's the great evil that's here. Connor, only one wolf is a fairy tale."

"What?"

"Yeah, the silver wolf was brought here from the story and he turned people into those killing machines."

"That's interesting." he was quiet for a bit, "This is why I need to be with you. I need to protect you."

"He said you can't."

"He said what?"

"He said that he'll eat you like he ate..." I let my voice trail off.

"That bastard. Did he have a scar above his left eye?"

"Yes."

"That was from me. The asshole must have forgotten that. Don't worry. I will protect you. Nothing will hurt you, or eat you."

"Okay."

"Well go do what you were doing, and I'll see you tonight. Be careful, please."

"I will. I'll go home as soon as I'm finished doing what I have to do."

"Don't confront any more wolves. And what exactly are you doing?"

"I won't and don't worry. It's a surprise."

I hung up the phone, and continued cautiously on my way to wherever it was I was going. I couldn't help but cry. Since meeting Connor and being told about being the last Grimm I cry a lot. More than I usually do. In fact, I was becoming less and less independent, and turning more and more into a blubbering fool. I wanted to be around him more. I was not being myself, and I fully blamed Connor.