How had I gotten myself into this mess? Vampires. Werewolves. They were real! I guess I could accept it; I'd always thought that there was more to this life, that I was destined for more, maybe he was it. As I gazed at him now, I wondered if he felt the same.

He was in full form, and he made a show of it, too; baring his fangs as they tore apart what used to be whole, chunks of it falling from his ravenous mouth. I could only hope that it was enough, that when he was done he would be too over-satiated to bite at me.

"H-How could you?" I whispered as his eyes stared darkly at me. "You weren't meant to eat them all in one go!"

Those cookies deserved to be savoured.

"I was hungry," he growled along with his stomach, unsympathetically. "One cookie just doesn't cut it for a wolf."

"I can't believe you did that!" I tried to fight the tears in my eyes, but that was useless. "I spent hours making those!"

"When did you have time to make cookies?" he asked, clearly confused.

"I just did, okay?!"

With that I stomped out, mumbling something about his ungratefulness, and slammed the door behind me. I let my departure sink in a little before reopening it for one final statement: "I don't ever want to see you again!"

The door and I both went with a bang.

On the ride home, which was a rainy one, I dried my tears with my shirt sleeve. I thought he was different, besides being a werewolf, I thought he was different. Damn it, I still didn't know the guy's name! Well, good riddance; I didn't need someone so thankless in my life, he could never love me like I loved him. Those words should have convinced me, but I knew my very existence was becoming more and more worthless the farther I drove from him.

It started to get chilly, so I looked down to turn my heater on. By the time I looked up at the road again, all I saw were lights.

•••

"Hey, Rose?" I heard a sweet whisper. "Rose?"

My eyes fluttered open, and at first I thought I was in heaven. Did werewolves go to heaven?

I fumbled out of his arms and onto my own feet. I saw the car that had collided with mine, saw how my parents were going to kill me when I got home, saw how I had somehow survived without a scratch. I realised that I was completely fine, and it was all because of him.

"You followed me," I said unceremoniously.

He smiled, "I had to make sure you got home safe."

I started fiddling with the hem of my shirt out of nervous habit; his eyes were looking into my very soul. "Can I get your name?"

For some reason, he decided to bow as the car fumes filled the air around us. He smiled at me and whispered, "Lycan. Lycan Thrope."

Well, who saw that one coming?

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A/N:
It's awful, I know. Stay tuned for the next (and probably last) chapter!!! (^v^)