His long black locks were held in a ponytail at the base of his neck, his Armani suit looked freshly pressed as he stood there looking up at me with stormy eyes. To the human eye, it would look like he was freshly shaven from this distance, but I could clearly see the black stubble decorating his chiseled jaw. I couldn’t place his ethnicity as I continued to stare down at the stranger who threw rocks at my window.

After a long debate with myself about whether I knew him or not, I opened the window and leaned out.

“May I help you?” I ask.

He smiled before answering, and I couldn’t help notice his plush lips and bright smile. “Yes you may. I would like to discuss a few things with you.”

“I’m sorry, but do we know one another?”

“I know of you.”

“Excuse me?”

“I know of you, Kayla, but you have yet to know anything of me. I am here to hopefully change that,” he says with a smirk.

“No, thank you,” I reply before kindly closing the window.

I made sure to close my curtains before leaving my room to take a shower. The encounter left me with a bit of anxiety, but there was no way he’d be able to get into the building. If he and I had met before then I would have at least remembered who he was. Anyone that looks like a GQ model certainly would have been remembered, but I can’t help the feeling familiarity with him.

Brushing it off, I make my way to the bathroom to shower. Forty-five minutes later, I’m dressed in my black skinny jeans, a large grey sweater, and my Dr. Marten’s ankle boots. My hair was now in a pineapple, and after applying a little bit of makeup I was ready to head out.

I grabbed a backpack, my coat, and some extra bags to take with me to Aldi’s. I locked up the apartment, and walked down the stairs. I can’t explain it, but I smelled him right when I walked out of the building’s gate. Quickly I glanced up and down my street, but there were no signs of him. With a huff I began walking to the Jarvis redline train stop while cautiously looking at my surroundings.

The walk was a short one, but I had to pass through an alley to get to the train. Before entering, I checked around me; there was no one. Halfway through the alley a hand came from behind me, covered my mouth, and pulled me back. Instinctively, I flailed about to throw the assailant off guard before using the moves I learned in self-defense class. I thought I successfully planted the individual on his back, but his reflexes were better than what I expected. He landed gracefully on his feet before standing.

“You’re quicker than I expected, but not more than me.” It was the guy from before.

“What do you want?”

“For you to get to know me better,” he replied with a grin on his face.

“I’m sorry, but I have no idea who you are and I do not want to get to know you. Please leave before I call the cops.”

“Trust, you know me. Look more closely with your senses.”

“I don’t know what you mean. Please, just leave me alone.”

His face turned more serious as he stepped a little closer. The closer he got, the stronger his scent became.

“I’m sorry, but you don’t have a choice. I’m here. Let’s be cordial about this little one.”

As he now stood in front of me recognition hit me out of nowhere. His scent was that of the wolf in my dream from earlier:

“You can’t escape me little one!”

I took off running before he could say another word. He was the wolf in the alley, the wolf in the dream, and now he had been standing in front of me. There was no time for thinking as I continued to run in hopes of getting far from him. My instincts told me that he was more dangerous than he looked, and that his friendliness was just a front.

It took me only ten minutes to get to the pizzeria on Granville and Winthrop. That was about a ten-minute drive from where I originally was. I walked in, ordered me something, and sat down. My thoughts were in a million pieces as I relaxed at the thought of being in a public place away from harm, and I couldn’t help notice how I wasn’t out of breath or sweating from the run.

 

“Now that wasn’t very nice,” he said as he sat down across from me. “It’s rude to run from your Alpha, Kayla.”

 

“My what?” I exclaimed.

 

He let out a long sigh before explaining, “I’m your Alpha.”

 

With those words he confirmed everything that I feared. The clear vision, the intense smells and sounds, and the raw meat eating. You know the saying; Denial is a river in Egypt? Well since this morning I’ve been going through a strong case of denial. Even after all of the signs and the research, I still had it in my mind that werewolves weren’t real. It wasn’t something my human mind wasn’t capable of accepting, not until this very moment.

 

“You’re the wolf from last night.” It wasn’t a question. I now know who he is.

 

“You’re right, little one. You are now mine,” he said with a smirk.

 

“What does that even mean?” I say as I place my head in my hands with frustration.

 

“I’ll keep it simple for you since you’re having an awful time with this.” He clears his throat. “My name is Declan. I’m Alpha to the pack here in Chicago. I bit you, and you survived which means you’re now a lycanthrope. You are now part of my pack, and my chosen mate.”

 

I stood abruptly in my seat, and yelled, “What!”

 

Then everything went black.

 

Previously: The Change: Part 3

Image: Robert Doyle

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