Chapter One

"Evelyn, why are you still here?" asked Anne, Evelyn's very good friend and co-worker, while spinning around in her computer chair aimlessly.

"I was just about to leave," Evelyn replied, giving her friend a strange look. She and Anne have known each other for the past three years.

"Yeah right," laughed Anne, who stopped spinning and looked at her friend with a playful smile in her blue eyes. "You're just trying to earn some extra cash."

"No. No. I just lost track of time."

"Uh huh, like three hours ago. It's ten. You should be home and in bed you lucky bitch. Be lucky that you don't have to work night shift."

"Why don't you ask for a day shift then?" Evelyn asked as she stood up from her chair and put her jacket on.

"They needed another person for the night shift," Anne said. "So, I thought I would help out."

Evelyn raised her eyebrow. "And you did this out of the kindness of your heart?"

Anne grinned at her friend, who knew her way too well. "They might have been offering a raise."

Evelyn shook her head. "Not everything is about money."

"It is if you did need."

Evelyn laughed at her, but didn't say anything. She knew she couldn't win against Anne.

"I'm heading out."

"Be careful and hurry home," Anne said. "There are strange and things people out at night especially when it's the full moon."

"Thanks for the advice."

"Any time my friend, any time."

"Bye," Evelyn said and walked out of the room. She reached the elevators and hit the first floor button. They doors opened and she walked out of the elevator. As she walked past the front desk, she said good night to the security guard, Ernie, who worked the night shifts.

She walked out the front doors and onto the dark sidewalk. She lived only five minutes away from her work. She picked up her pace, remembering what Anne said. She was right about strange people and things come out at night, especially when the moon was full. In yesterday's news, there was an article about a man's body being found dead in an alleyway. But what was strange about it was that the man was clawed and chewed up. As if he was killed by a dog-a very big dog.

Suddenly, while she was deep in thought, Evelyn hit something solid and fell backwards. But before she could have hit the ground, she was grabbed by the arm and pulled upright. Without knowing it, her purse fell onto the ground.

"I'm sorry," said a male's deep voice.

"Nice reflexes," Evelyn whispered.

She looked up at the person whom she bumped into. He looked like a giant compared to her. He looked to be about 6'l, towering over her 5'3. He had dirty blond hair and dark gray eyes. He wore all black-his shirt, pants, and even his leather jacket. He blended in with the night so well, Evelyn thought.

"I'm sorry," he said again. "I wasn't looking at where I was going."

Evelyn shook her head. "No, it's my fault. I was deep in thought and wasn't paying any attention to were I was going…"

He grinned, causing her to blush. "Well, since you put it that way," he joked, "I forgive you." She blushed even more and looked at the ground. She could feel him staring at her. It was nerve wrecking and embarrassing. A howling sound broke through the silence of the night. Evelyn quickly looked up.

"You shouldn't be out here at this time of night," he said seriously and with concern in his voice.

That was the second time she received that same advice in one night. Maybe it was telling her something. "Thanks for the advice," she replied and started walking towards her apartment at a fast pace.

Nathan watched as the human walked away. She's pretty, he thought. She was a lot shorter than him and had long brown hair with hazel eyes. Too bad she is human and not a werewolf.

He started walking again. Nathan belonged to one of the two werewolf packs that roamed the streets of New York. He was the son to the leader of the Novsaw Clan.

He turned down a dark alleyway, easily making his way through the dark. He came to a halt when he smelt another werewolf near by. He recognized the scent. It was a member from his pack-Mark.

Mark quickly appeared in front of Nathan in his wolf form. In wolf form, Mark was huge, with shaggy black fur and dark brown eyes.

"What do you want Mark?" Nathan tiredly asked.

The werewolf tilted his head to the side, fully understanding the question. Even in wolf form, they had the intelligence of a human, but they also had their beast side to them. Both conflicted with each other at times.

Mark transformed into his human self. He did this task without passing out afterwards because he was an alpha, a higher ranking in the pack. "Is that anyway to tread your best friend," Mark laughed. Mark was right. They have been best friends ever since they were cubs.

"Put some clothes on," Nathan said and threw his long leather jacket at Mark, which he easily caught.

"Darien has been looking for you," he said.

Nathan snorted when he heard his father's name. "What the hell does he want?" he asked angrily.

"I don't know, but he wanted to talk to you really badly… Maybe it's something important."

"I hardly doubt that," Nathan said before heading off to find Darien.