HARLOW COULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT SHE WAS HEARING HIM SAY. Her eyes widen with fear, fear of her mother's life. She witnessed his canines grow, and it became obvious that he was about to shift, and it came just as a surprise to everyone else that surrounded him, including his own. Everyone knew that he rarely shifted in battle, so what had changed now. He was a man who preferred his weapons to slaughter his enemies. Some even said that he never shifted as he wasn't even one of them; he wasn't a werewolf which was absurd. Obviously, he was, but people still liked to speculate on the likeliness that he might not even be either human or a werewolf. Be was some other type of beast. A small tear left her eye, completely betraying her. This was it. She could no longer take this anymore, and she had to do something, anything to save her mother's life. "No!" She screamed, stopping Michael from ever finishing his shift. Harlow scarred

WAKING UP THAT MORNING WAS CONFUSING, her body didn't feel rested as it should have done. Her mind was fluttering with the dreams she dreamt of last night; it didn't come as a surprise to her that it was of him. That's all her mind obsessed over, Michael, Michael, Michael.   Harlow wished she could think of anything else, but it seemed nearly impossible at this point. After their encounter that night, she felt disgusted with herself for dreaming of him in such away. She'd dreamt he had broken into her room, and she couldn't even believe that her mind was creating these weird scenarios that seemed too far fetched for her; Michael was defiantly not the type to do such a thing.   "Harlow, what do you think? Is 2 pm okay for you?" Mia questioned, waiting for her reply patiently. Although Harlow was so focused on her mind that she couldn't pay attention anymore even to know what she was talking about, "What do you think?" She continued. 

"WHO IS HE?" He asked, looking away as he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more than it already was. After a while of awkward silence where she had no idea what to say or do, he looked up at her again. "Who is he?" He repeated, his voice laced with the anger that seemed to want to splurge out.   "Who is who?" She wondered out loud. Harlow had never said anything without analysing it a thousand time over and over again in her mind. Still, for whatever reason, her brain decided not to this time, and it couldn't have been the most inconvenient time of all time. Indeed, she regretted it as he growled in response. His canines are extending before her vast eyes. The darkness within them seemed to wither away as they held a murderous red. Like blazing fire, they were infused with rage.    Mentally, she prayed to God that he would save her from him. Michael was someone who she didn't want to mess with, at least not intentionally.

  HARLOW WALKED INTO SCHOOL WITH A HEAVINESS INSIDE HER, a dark cloud weighed her down, and she couldn't help but feel on edge like something was approaching, but she hoped it wasn't the sticking pain.   "Harlow! Hey, wait up!" Someone called out to her, a familiar voice that always seemed to send her feeling a little nauseous whenever he was around. She turned, only to see Matt rushing his way to her. It wasn't that he was a bad guy, but she didn't feel right about being around him; there was something about his presence that screamed, 'he wants something more,' Harlow was not that type of girl. Although, at this point, she didn't even know where she stood in this Pack. Within her old Pack, she wasn't seen as anybody; she was seen here.   Harlow forced a smile on her lips; it never seemed to reach her eyes. The dark cloud inside her didn't like it too. "Oh, hey." It was her lame way of greeting him. "What's up?" She asked as he

HARLOW STOOD FROZEN TO THE SPOT; she could not comprehend the person staring back at her. At first, she thought it might be her imagination. Harlow was missing him so much to the point that she was imagining him standing there. The thing was, her imagination didn't look this real, which meant he was there in flesh and bones.   "Hey," he greeted. Yep, not her imagination!   Her thoughts were jumbled up in her brain, and she couldn't obtain a proper reply back. Harlow just stood there, mouth wide open and eyes broad as saucers.   He raised an eyebrow, wondering what she was doing. She must have looked like a retarded fish because she was staring at him like he was the only being left on earth. It wasn't my fault though, how was she supposed to react when they're in a situation like this?   "Can I come in?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck gently while searching her face for any respon