I nearly forgot I was a holding onto the diary as I rise my head to wipe the single tear slipping down my flushed cheek. I choke back on the sob forming in my windpipe as I try taking deep breathes, clearing my mind and trying not to get overwhelmed by the fact that Damon's dad was best friends with mine, and his mother. Oh god his mother, cared enough to mention in them both in her entry as an image of goals for herself. How was Damon the son of this women?

I knew I was probably looking like a toddler crying over spilled ice cream, but just reading about my parents since Ive never knew myself personally, filled in that mysterious gap in my heart of wanting to know them. Xavier hardly could recall his memory without blacking out, and Ryan and Zayn were too small for their wolf memory to even start.

Get a grip Nora! You cant always be crying every time over petty situations. You're a Luna, so handle it like one! I lecture myself since June wasnt around too. Gentling tucking the diary away under my feminine products once more, I rise and head over to the closet and haul my suitcase out.

Zipping it open, the last bits of the sweet aroma of my bedroom from back home came rushing to my nostril, unclogging over a million different memories. I smile sadly as I take my iPhone speaker and plug in my phone and hit play on my Daily Mix on Spotify.

"Comin' on over in my direction, So thankful for that, it's such a blessin', yeah. Turn every situation into Heaven, yeah."

Despacito comes on full loud. I start taking out all my summer outfits; maxi dresses, long floral skirts, sexy rompers I got 2 for 1, high low dresses with matching blouses, into separate piles.

"Oh, you are..., my sunrise on the darkest day. Got me feelin' some kind of way. Make me wanna savor every moment slowly, slowly," I begin with only humming loudly with my feet starting to tap to the beat as it beat itself grew with each word. I eventually find myself shaking my shoulders and then, bouncing to the beat before I knew it.

"You fit me, tailor-made love, how you put it on, Got the only key, know how to turn it on. The way you nibble on my ear, the only words I wanna hear, Baby take it slow so we can last long."

At this point I was full blown singing and rocking to the beat while starting the Spanish verse. "Oh, tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal! Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan. Sólo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso."

Finally those dreadfully long hours in Spanish were paying off. I forget packing in whole and start dancing with my whole weird, drastic face impressions of singing as if Im in my own music video.

"Despacito, Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito! Deja que te diga cosas al oído-" I hear some deep clearing of someones throat and a following double tap on the door. I freeze in fear, dropping the folded sweater in hand instantly when I realised I never got a chance to close the door before airing my private karaoke session.

Twirling around with my lip tightly bitten between my teeth, I catch sight of Damon leaning against the frame, gawking awkwardly with one of his hands crossed and the other on the door as it swung open dramatically. "Having fun I presume."

"Wait, what no! What makes you say that?" Daddy Yankees rap part burst through the speaker, making me consider if I should chuck it out the window. I bit my lip to the point it was bleeding, being so caught up in my thoughts. "Ouch! Stupid song." I hit the next button and it goes to an ad about the upcoming "It" trailer.

Not looking completely convinced with my answer, he smirks as he goes the same closet and brings out a large black suitcase. I take the sleeve of my flannel, and use it to touch my bitten lip. It came back stained dark red, making me curse some more. "Merde."

He opened his suitcase on the other side of the bed, on his side, before he went running back into the closet and began rattling with the hangers. What would it take to get away from him?

I squeeze my eyes shut as I take a seat on the edge of my bed, holding my head heavily with incoming tears threatening my eyes. His scent was so strong, it deliberately brought the pain back -with an addition headache obviously.

Stop crying! I yell at myself angrily. I shouldn't be like this! I shouldn't be been this weak! Not in front of him. Especially after he was the one to cheat on me! If anything, I should cheating on him to give him a taste of his medicine!

Healing a fresh wound by slicing another. Shaking my head, I decide either if I should stay or leave the room at this point but after reconsidering, I figure doing that would show my immaturity and of course, my unlikeness to handle situations like this. The least of my worry probably, but yet still one. Like some sick joke, the song 'We dont talk anymore', comes on, with its soft keys stroking something inside me. I rise my head but keep it enfolded in my hands but with my glassy eyes up.

Damon was still in the closet, looking for god knows what, but would it have to do with me? He could be lost searching for the gateway to freaking Narnia and I wouldn't give two shits, even if I saw a centaur walk out. On cue, he walks out with his hand running over some dress shirts with matching tuxedos below as I rub my eyes dry.

"Whats gotten into you?" he leers, examining the shirts once more, not even caring to spare a glance at my broken down condition. Why wasn't I surprised anymore?

"I'm 2 months pregnant with twins," I say without a thought, clapping my thighs awaiting the response.

"What did you fucking say!" He yelled in my direction, dropping the clothes in hand and freezing in his tracks with his eyes turning to a near red maroon colour.

"Nothing," I arch my neck as I say the next part. There was no need to pour my heart out to him, I repeat. There is no need. "Nothing at all." I rise and zip my bag while he picks the fallen clothes and walks over to his suitcase with a scowl, chucking them in without a fold.

"Should've known your love was a game, Now I can't get you out of my brain, Oh, it's such a shame, That we don't talk anymore, We don't talk anymore, We don't talk anymore, like we used to do, We don't laugh anymore, What was all of it for?"

"Yeah, what was it all for?" I mutter as haul my suitcase to the ground and release the hand bar.

"You say something?" He darts his eyes at me as he zipped his suitcase shut.

"No, nothing. Just praising my life for having you as a Mate out of a population of about 7.5 billion people." I say, grabbing a sweater from my pill of summer clothes, giving him a false smile. Showtime.

I turn around so my back faces him as I slip the flannel over my head, not thinking twice of my bra in sight cause I knew the damage it could do and that was exactly what I wanted or needed would be the right word, in a crisis like this. Ill show him.

I hear him suck in his breathe, the rattling of his items dying completely into a hollow silence.

Tossing my flannel back in Damon's direction, I hear a high pitch growl of desperateness within my mind as some curses in angry Italian slip from his mouth. He was transmitting his desires to me unwillingly and unknowingly, of me hearing them but on the contrary, giving me a sense I should start keeping pepper spray handy.

I take my hands back and unclasp my bra, releasing a small moan of relief. Using my elbows to catch it before it fell, I throw it onto the ground, earning another deep exasperated breathe of air from Damon's part. I could feel the temperature in the room starting to get steamy and tense. Slipping the sweater was abit difficult but I manage without exposing my ta ta. I whirl around with a simple confused look.

"Nows what gotten into you? What's got you all worked up?" I snap innocently as I collect my hair from around my neck to the side. His eyes were twisted from normally black to darker than black -if that was even possible, the lust clearly visible. I was headed to the dresser to reapply my lipstick, when I was seized by some tight claws from behind.

"You dont want me to get worked up amore mio, cause if I do," He laughed dangerously, whispering directly into my ear, "You wont be able to lift a toe off the bed after I'm done fucking with you."

"Oh yeah?" I extract myself out of this constricting grip with a slap to his chest. "Just like you probably did to Stephanie right after, you 'accidentally' jammed your tongue down her throat! Save the lies for another day!"

"Oh jamming my tongue wasn't the accident amore mio, it was forgetting to lock the door like you happened to do too right now." he corrected, tilting his head to the side and crossing his hands.

"You saw me dancing like a lunatic and I saw you receiving a personalised lap dance from no one other than your ex." I pointed out. "And what in the hell, do you mean jamming your tongue wasn't an accident!"

"I mean," He step forwards with the same fuckboy smirk he always wore so proudly, but twisted even further, "I enjoyed shoving my tongue down her throat. I found some enjoyable pleasure in it -if that helps you sleep at night. The way she tugged on my hair whenever I nibbled down on her throat. The way she ranted my name when I struck her G-spot, hard. Her moans-"

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" I clasp my hands on my ears, like that was any help while his hands held me in place. "YOURE SICK! JUST SICK AND UTTERLY VILE. YOURE SUPPOSE TO BE MY MAT-" My tears were to overwhelming for me to even complete my sentence. They choked me. I slap my hands on his chest before dashing out on full speed.

He enjoyed himself! He effing enjoyed themself with that hoe bag, that bastard! I keep the words on repeat as I ran barefooted through the porch, front lawn and out the silver gates into the dense forest with nothing more than a designer belt around my waist as defense.

My fingers blistered from the contact of the gates but that doesnt prevent me from running wild, deeper and deeper into the forest like a rampaging jungle women, with the stones prickling my feets form beneath and thorns swiping by my naked legs, leaving scratches over scratches of blood drizzling down, my heart pounding in my chest.

The ground quickly evolved from wet, soft grass to dry, prickly pebbles buried in grains of hot sand when a refreshing breeze of wind whips my hair back. I was soon hopping over boulders, when I found myself at the top of a mountain with no choice but to jump off, transitioning into my wolf as I land on all four.

My clothes extended and ripped from their seams as I darted through the trees and bushes with the wind whipping my fur back as I gained speed. I was at another clearing when I heard the growl of another wolf nearby. It wasn't the sound which alarmed me but the scent rather. Its alarmingly, musty stench of chemicals pin pointing its exact location.

I wasnt even half close to it when suddenly my nose caught its scent being even closer than the second before. My ears catch a rustle from the bushes behind me and I without blinking, lash out into the bush with my canines first.

It sinks into flesh and a mouth comes biting onto my neck. Growling, I chewed on its disgustingly tasting flesh till it was forced to let go but that never happened. Instead it sank its canines more, tearing my skin tissue in that area to shreds, side to side before throwing me into the bark of a tree.

I hit with my back first, seeing birds spot my vision as I stand back up. The wolf circles me twice before making its move and lunging at my side. Twirling to the other side, I get an opportunity to bite its hind legs as they try to turn. I thought I had them, when they merely kicked their leg back sending me once again flying into the bark of another tree. How could they be more powerful than me? They werent an Alpha, I knew for sure.

Taking my weakened and dazed condition as an advantage, they seized the chance to rip at my throat. Already inches away, they were thrown back as another wolf, a dangerously black wolf with undeniably, familiar golden ringed eyes leaped forward into the light from the shadows of the tree.

Snarling, Damon went rampaging into the wolf, head first and somehow, managed in succeeding to get the upper hand. The confused wolf let a gasp of air before scratching blinddlessly at the furious Damon as he bite and clawed at the wolf, ripping it his esophagus right out of its neck and blood pooling under his paws.

My feet grew heavy and my vision began to grow dimmer and dimmer by the second, the darkness slowly creeping it way from the edges of my eye to the dead center; where it switched off completely as my lips mouthed a single name.

.... Damon's POV;

"Don't you dare shut your bloody eyes on me! WAKE UP!" I order, cupping my hands on her cheek as I tried shaking her awake. Its been over 5 minutes since she slipped into unconsciousness and 5 agonising, long minutes for some help to arrive.

"Damon!" I whip my head up to see Antonio jogging in full speed towards me dressed in his Doctor's coat with Kaden not to far behind. He kneeled before me, grabbing my shoulder. "Step aside."

He took her head carefully from mine and laid it flat on my lap gently before taking an flashlight from his coat's pocket and examining her lifeless eyes by tugging her eye lids up. "It's WolfsBane again, but a much stronger and a much rarer type with an unusual blend of-"

"What I would rather prefer, is a motherfucking damned cure or at least an antibiotic to the poison that would delay the symptoms or even reverse the action but again. It's only if you have any up your ass at the moment," I say with a deep frown, exchanging death glares with him as he took her pulse against her neck.

Her wolf form wasn't so different from her human I noted being so close up with it. Her nose -short but wrinkled shorter whenever her eyes were shut, the boldness of her cheekbones, the glint of her lips whenever she wore her skin tone baby pink lipstick; all the same. Dylan was on the edge of merging to the surface to gain authority.

"Make her shift. It's the only option left if you want her alive and breathing. Her wolf will consume her if she stays in her wolf form." He sighed, dropping his hand from her fur.

"I see no difference between alive and breathing," I taunt, sliding closer to her as I hoist her wolf body into my lap with her face on my shoulder. For a second I didnt know it was my imagination or if it actually happened, but I froze, swearing I heard her voice in the back of mind, calling my name Damon, as if she were being plunged into thin air and she were falling down a spiral of her own consumed darkness. "Damon? Her pulse is deteriorating. It matter of minutes now."

"Yeah, Ive heard," I stutter unsure of what I heard was real or not, but personally, it sure sounded like the real deal. It was Nora. Dylan, you can save her now, I authorize, taking in a heavy breathe before closing my eyes as his power welded with mine like puzzle pieces linking together, forming more than an a normal wolf bond.

Nora please if you can hear me, hear me out this once. I know I might not have a right to apologise or even repent for whatever pain I might have caused intentionally, or unintentionally but please. Im not only asking for you to return not so you have to deal with me but rather for your family and loved ones you have left back here. Your brothers, their Mates, your childhood friend Lia, Leila, everyone that loves and needs you in their life. You wouldn't leave them just so you could away from me, would you? Youd never be this selfish to care about yourself and leave the others to suffer for what is my mistake. I know I might have been more than a pain in your ass but there are others who deserve you here rather than me and they wouldn't ever be to live in peace knowing you died because of your awful mate, who never treated you like one either. I cant promise Ill change but if you return, I can certainly try and that could be my promise to you. That Ill try. Im sorry.

I unaware about the wet tears slipping down my cheeks till after Dylan wrapped his speech up, his power slowly descending into thin air with my golden pulse vanishing from existence. I look down to see her wolf face still slumped against my shoulder, face unchanged.

"WAKE UP GOD DAMNIT!"I shriek on the top of my lungs, holding my Mate's lifeless body, clapping her cheek with my blood stained hands to wake up. My body was crippling; struggling to think, breathe and process everything. My soul felt incomplete, my heart a hollow space within my rib cage. Dylan, please.

It wasnt long before the fur slowly started to retrieve back, bare flesh replaced in its position with the dozen scratched overlapping each other all over her legs. My heart skipped a beat as her wolf face quickly evolved back into her face with her cascade of pin straight hair concealing her chest, with her legs crossed over. It were as if she were asleep, her face finally at ease, snuggling her face into the groove of my neck as a moan erupts from within her throat.

Sparks were blowing up from our naked bodies being so physically close, making it hard to think about anything else than of my mate. Her angelic body bare in front of me, right in my arms. My heart began its steady pace rather than skipping a beat or two every now and then. Even in sleep, I found something troubling her. I couldnt just sense it but see it.

It was like she were crying but there were no tears to proof otherwise. They way she was curved with my body, clutching on to my neck like she were facing a nightmare, wishing for someone to come save her. Her face even strained with fear as she groaned, tossing slightly within my arms.

Dont be so shocked. Youre the reason to her nightmares and you know it, Dylan whispered before blocking me out. I was about to open when my mouth when a cloth was brought over our interlocked bodies and I turn up to see Kaden the one draping it. "Better wanna cover your junk Damon since the one who should be seeing is currently unavailable at the moment." He wiggled his eyes in Nora's directions.

"Shut your shit hole before I make you," I growl, raising after I laid Nora's body on the moist grass sadly. She latched onto the sheet the second she released me.

Feeling my heart skip again but this time from the sight of her helplessly dealing with her monsters alone in her conscious, I divert them to Kaden. He handed me a pair of darks shorts. After wearing them, I was about to tell Kaden an order when Antonio asked for our presence over by where I had torn open that wolf.

"What have you found?" I ask, lowering my pace into a light jog rather a full sprint when I started. The clearing was immensely large, with Nora on the one side and the dead corpse of the wolf on the other.

"Ask me what I havent found," Antanio grunted, wiping his blood tainted on his dark pants while still remaining in his kneeling position.

"Okay, what, unsurprisingly havent you found?" Kaden trudged up from behind, sipping from his metallic flask.

"Arent you-" "Whoa. Calm your titties here Lover-Boy. Im not half an idiot like you that Id leave her back here unconscious and naked with a gang of male Warriors," He defended, slipping in another gulp at his end.

"I wouldn't be too sure," Antonia mumbled with every intention of him hearing as he acted if he were busy examining the features of the corpse.

"Enough! What have you found Antonio, or have you not?" I exclaim, growing extremely tired of their usual feud.

"Youll be beyond speechless Damon if I told you," He looked up at me gravely. "Theyve been...altered."

"What do you exactly mean by, 'theyve been altered'?" My eyebrows narrowing at the thought of such absurdity. "Its not possible. Not now or even a million years."

"Well, it is now," He rises, his head tilted to the side from deep thought. "Some smartass found a way and this is the result. A killer rogue werewolf with genetically altered DNA and Wolfsbane implanted canines."

"Hold up just a sec," Kaden pitched in, "Did you just say-?"

"WolfsBane implanted canines?" Antonio nodded in his direction. "Their canines are harvested from werewolfs no doubt, but like I said they've been altered. Badly altered. They have a layer of solid WolfsBane lining their canines which never runs out, even if they arent alive. See the foam spewing out of the edges of the mouth? Its a reaction from the body -a rejection you could say between the WolfsBane and decaying body. They're anything but human now. They arent even categorized as werewolfs either."

"This cant be," I mumble, recalling the past knowledge Ive either read, written and even heard about werewolves through my countless lectures in advance biology throughout my university years. "There were experiments done, but none of them ever succeeded. The closet was I think James Anway's -where he mutated the human's chromosomes with a section of Werewolves using basic process of gene therapy."

"Correct, but I think you forgot the part where he was sentenced to death for his monstrosity in name of science and decapitated the day after by the a pitch axe by the townsfolk," He added thoughtfully, rubbing his neck.

"Could it be someone using his theory and method?" Kaden suggested, sounding impressed by the method of decapitation.

"Unlikely," I uncross my hands, lost in my thoughts. "He was man of sight, never wrote notes of his discovery or his process even, and if he even did they probably be burned but again, we're talking about a dozen of generations back. Back to the time of Mendeleev and his periodic table."

"How did Nora survive then?" We turn from the corpse to the decapitating place where Nora was laying with her gang of female Warriors huddling her with another gang of male Warriors covering the area.

"Her wolf. I made her change when she was unconscious in her wolf form," I scratch my head, diverting my thinking from James Anway to the promise Dylan struck with her wolf June.

"It wasnt her wolf but rather her mark that saved her," Antanio sighed, "It actived the wolf healing between you both; healing you as well as her." He gestured to the gush of blood on my shoulder. I forgot that was here even. "She was lucky. Extremely lucky Id say. Her being Luna was an addition shield that also saved her. By the looks of her condition -even after yet being a marked Luna and the amount of WolfsBane coating this wolf's teeth, no regular wolf would've survived, Mate or no Mate. Her survival was pure luck."

"This is beyond ridiculous! Absurd! Whose ever heard of a wolf who has WolfsBane for teeth?" Kaden exaggerated, the alcohol making its presence now known.

"WolfsBane coated teeth," Antanio corrected loudly, sounding slightly annoyed by repeating himself.

"Does it look my face has any more fucks to give?" Kaden scowled, flashing his swirling eyes at Antanio with fury.

"Once again, I don't think you both can strip each other down any further so please, can we deal with the matter on hand?" I demand, silencing them both into a long pause. I inter-exchange glances. "Thank you."

"Damon, this isn't going to get any more better. This wolf was altered I accept but there are some visible flaws, that someone with so much expertise can't even overlook," Antanio whispered for our ears only, as a troop of Warriors lead by Carter swept by.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, I feel as if this is only the beginning. A rough draft of the final product -which by the looks of it, wouldn't be any prettier," He stared hardly down at the corpse, crossing his hands.

"Could they be hybrids?"

"Whatever they are, it's definitely not natural. It could be a potential hazard to us all if this carries on."

.....

Hey Owl,

I know this took a long time for this to come out but I swear, the pile of homework I got in my first two weeks was shocking! Ive still havent finished my first book which I started 2 weeks ago on this VERY day.!

(For those you might be curious, Im currently The fallen Series -The Fallen and Leviathan by Thomas E. Sniegoski --HIGHLY RECOMMEND)

Hope youre happy for now, cause, of this obvious update but of school starting. I know you all might think Ive lost it but I personally adore school.

P.S. Anyone see the new movie 'IT'?

The Author; xbookgirlx15