My werewolf half told me to run, to resist, but instead my lips started moving with his, my own resting themselves on his soft but granite cheeks. After a minute or two we pulled apart, our breathing was very ragged. His liquid green/grey eyes held mine, passion slowly being hidden, his breath was sweet smelling and I thought I might pass out. My cell phone rang breaking the silence, I was reluctant to pull way. “Hello?” I asked in to the phone, my mother’s frantic voice could be heard over the receiver.

She asked why I wasn’t home yet and at each word her voice raised up an octave and increased in speed. “Sorry, homework, I’ll be home in a minute.â€? That was the end of that, she hung up hastily with a small goodbye. I closed the phone and smiled weakly, “sorry I have to go before my mom has a cow.â€?