*Rachel's POV*

"Daddy. You're going to be there for me, right?" I repeated for the third time.

"Yes Pumpkin, I'll be there. I promise." Daddy reassured me.

We are spending vacation in Antigua and daddy promised that he and I could spend the day at the beach. I'm suppose to meet him there because he was going out for a bit. Mommy was out with some friends, so I'm going to be at home alone.

I waited and waited for daddy to return. He's been gone for over 3 hours. It is 4:00 in the afternoon.

I walked over to the house phone and dialed daddy's number. After about 4 rings, he picked up, "Hello?" He hiccuped, sounding really drunk.

"Uh daddy, is that you?" I asked cautiously. I may be 8, but I'm pretty smart for an 8 year old.

"Who is this? Is this Patricia? Are you hyped for tonight?" He slurred.

"Uh daddy? It's me, Rachel. Are you okay? You're suppose to be back two hours ago. Remember? You promised to meet me at the beach. You didn't forget did you?" I blurted.

"Oh hey Pumpkin. I just got sidetracked." He paused for a second. I heard music in the background along with other voices. "Be there soon."

And with that, he hung up. A sigh escaped my lips as I made my way to my room.

It was a medium sized room. The walls were cyan and the floor was an off-white rug. A small twin-size bed sat in the corner of the room with a sea green bedspread. The dresser and nightstand was made from birch wood. A small flat screen tv sat on a mini coffee table by a large window, that had a perfect view of the ocean, and a small white love-seat sitting in front of it. Off in the other corner sat a birch wood desk with a small lamp sitting on it and a spinning chair by it.

I walked over to the closet and pulled out a one-piece bathing suit. This is our beach house we like to come visit during the summer.

I stripped naked and slipped on my green and blue tie-die bathing suit and a pair of green flip flops. I walked into my small bathroom and grabbed my Ariel towel.

I made my way to the back door and stepped out. Daddy suppose to be giving me surf lessons.

I finally made it down to the beach where the small shack sits. I opened it up with the pair of keys I found in the plant right next to the door. I found a small pink surf board in the corner of the shop, and pulled it out.

I slipped my flip flops off and allowed my feet to sink into the warm sand. I laid my towel on one of the beach chairs along with a small glass of lemonade I made at the small bar that's attached to the shack.

I walked over to the water and stuck my feet in the ice cold water.

I heard a car door slam shut, which caused my head to snap up. My dad went inside the house and came back out a few minutes later, wearing swim trunks.

"Let's go daddy." I cheered before starting to run in the water.

I started treading water while waiting for daddy. He came swimming up to me, but he looked a little strange. His hair was sticking up and his eyes weren't very straight.

"Are you okay?" I questioned. He nodded before sitting me up on the board.

"I'm fine." He assured me, his breath hitting my face. I coughed at his breath. It smelled weird. It smells kinda like beer and cigarettes.

"Are you drunk!?" I practically yelled. By the time I asked that, he had already pushed me out in the middle of the water, towards the waves.

I started screaming as a huge wave came up from behind me. It picked up the board I was clinging on to.

I looked in the direction of daddy and he wasn't there. He was already at the house. Tears pricked my eyes as I felt myself getting higher on the wave.

"Daddy!" I screeched as loud as my lungs would allow me before I plummeted into the freezing cold, salty water.

Once I resurfaced, I called for help. My small, stick arms flopping around me. I could barely feel the current under me, pulling me farther out towards the larger waves.

My head snapped up towards shore when I heard a loud shriek. My mom was standing on the beach, looking as if she was having a heart attack. My father was standing next to her, holding his cheek as if he got punched in the face.

Everything went blurry after that because water started splashing in my face. Next thing I knew I got risen up again by another enormous wave, causing me to scream right before it crashed down over me, making me sink further down the icy water.

I held my breath for as long as possible, which wasn't very long since I'm only an 8 year old. I tried swimming up, but since the waves kept crashing down, it kept pushing me further down.

I couldn't hold any longer, so I did the only thing I could do.

I gasped for air, causing water to cave into my mouth. Water going into my lungs made me cough, making even more water to go into my mouth. By now I was in desperate need for air.

My eyes slowly started closing as I started panicking. I felt arms grab my wrist and started pulling me out. Before I could even look at the person pulling me up, I was already passed out.

I suddenly snapped back into reality. For some strange reason, I felt calm. I stopped screaming and just started treading water like a regular human being. So that proves there that I'm not human.

"You aren't." Zachary spoke out from behind me.

Wait....... What?

I quickly turned around to face him. "What was that?" I snapped at him, furrowing my eyebrows.

He started playing with the hem of his soaking shirt, which was pressed up against his muscular body. I could make out every single line of muscle on his toned body.

Oh God, now I'm beginning to think like some crazy, hormonal, teenage girl. And I'm not really liking it.

"What was that?" I repeated once more. He looked up at me, his chocolate eyes looking back at me.

"Nothing." He responded. His expression was blank but his tone was an octave lower than normal, so I automatically knew he was lying.

I looked down at my wet, fiddling fingers. "Something's going on here and I really want to figure out what." I said looking back up at him with determination slapped right across my forehead.

He looked at me with guilt, like he was hiding something. I shrugged it off and climbed up the ladder on the side of the pool.

Water dripped from my wet body and onto the concrete underneath me. I shivered as the breeze hit me.

"Do you want me to grab you a towel?" I asked as I walked over to the towel rack by the little shack where they sell food.

"Yes, please." He responded politely.

I nodded and grabbed two towels, tossing one onto one of the beach chairs and wrapping the other one around my body.

Zach used his arm muscles to get himself out of the water. His brown hair was matted down to his head, with some water droplets rolling down his cheeks.

He slipped off his shirt causing my eyes to find its way over to his body. He was fit with muscles but not to much like those body builders on those boxing shows.

Before I could catch myself staring at him, Zachary caught my eyes and smirked, "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

My cheeks became hot and I scowled in response, "Ewwww! Gross. As if." We all know I was lying. I would love to take a picture of him to hang on my wall in my room.

Oh God. Did I just say that? I am definitely turning into a hormonal teenage girl.

Plus there won't be any room on my wall, anyways. It's full of Logan Lerman posters. He is like a gift from heaven, sent from God. I would do anything to be able to hold his hands! Then I can run my fingers through his luscious, black hair and on his built abs. Oh and his eyes, they're pure beauties. And don't let me even get started on his lips.

I really need to stop watching Percy Jackson......

"You know you could stop lying." He smirked. I never realized how close we were. I didn't even notice him walking towards me.

I placed my hands on my hips and gave him a-You've gotta be kidding me-look. "Look who's talking."

He let out a deep sigh. "I probably shouldn't do this......" He paused for a second and looked down at me. "But......"

I looked back up at him. He looked a bit troubled, which kind of made me worried. He looked as if he was trying to find something to say.

"I don't know how to say this.....but-"

"Dude, we aren't even dating! Why are you breaking up with me?" I threw my arms up in the air before placing them across my chest.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "I'm serious....." He took a deep breath, "Look.....I-I am a.....werewolf."

Now I couldn't contain myself. I bursted out laughing and punched his arm playfully. "Yeah, and I'm Katniss Everdeen."

His face scrunched up. "I really am......" Then he pointed at me, "And so are you."

"Now I know you're kidding. How would I be a werewolf without myself knowing?"

"That's the thing. You're not suppose to know till your first shift." He explained.

I narrowed my eyes at him and scanned his face. He looks pretty serious to me.

But how can I be a werewolf? A Werewolf! A creature, who I know nothing about. Plus they're not even real! They're made up things along with all those other supernatural creeps.

But it does make a lot of sense, considering everyone has been acting a bit weird lately.

"How do I know you're not tricking me? I'm not that gullible you know." I pointed out.

Suddenly Zachary started turning into a black fur ball. I tried covering my ears as much as possible when I started hearing agonizing bone cracking. My eyes widened as I saw yellow-green eyes staring back at me.

My mouth dropped as I quickly started taking backward steps, almost slipping on my own feet. "Y-you're.....y-you're.....a-a...."

He realized I was terrified and started shifting back. My eyes widened and my cheeks flushed. I quickly looked away, noticing he was naked. He muttered a few curse words before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist before walking up to me.

I quickly started taking steps back. Suddenly I felt my back hit the wall of the building. He quickly stepped back, knowing that I was scared. "Like I said before, I'm a werewolf. And so are you." He repeated himself.

 quickly stepped back, knowing that I was scared. "Like I said before, I'm a werewolf. And so are you." He repeated himself.

I looked down at the ground. How could I be a werewolf? How could he be a werewolf? This doesn't make any sense!!!! They're not even freakin' real.

"If they're not real, then how was I able to shift into my wolf, Panther?" He asked suddenly. How did he do that? It's like he read my mind!

"Technically, I did. But that's because you were thinking about me." He smirked.

My face heated up at the thought. What if I was thinking of something embarrassing about him, would he hear it?

"Yes."

My face grew even hotter. I bet it was crimson. "H-how?" I stammered.

His face went blank for a moment before his cheeks were lightly dusted with pink.

"Because you're my mate."

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