Yours Forever

3. Chapter three

Tristan was in a daze the whole way back to his apartment tightly clutching his camera.

He had seen a lot of shocking and horrifying things, to the point that little shocked him. But supernatural beings that only existed in the world of fiction was something he had never expected to see. Strangely enough he didn't feel even an atom of fear. He was still a bit shaken. Perhaps he would feel terrified once everything settled in his head. The normal Tristan would've followed after the wolf to make sure he wasn't seeing things, and to make sure it wouldn't harm anybody. But a part of him was hoping he would wake up tomorrow and discover it was all a dream.

Yes, it would all be a dream.

He slept like a log that night and awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. He labelled whatever happened yesterday as a dream and proceeded with his normal daily routine.

It was during the early afternoon, when he was scrolling through the pictures he had taken the previous day in his office that he stumbled upon a picture of the wolf girl. He regretted not leaving his camera behind yesterday, because now he could not claim what he saw was a figment of his imagination, because there was hard substantial proof staring at him right in the face.

It was a picture of her right before she transformed, and a second blurry picture of her mid-transformation. Tristan felt as though he'd seen her before, she looked very familiar.

His was still trying to come to terms with the fact that the werewolf he had seen yesterday was in fact real, but his mind was already thinking about his next course of action. He had to ascertain whether she...it...the wolf wasn't a threat. He would have to find her. But first, gather as much information as he could on werewolves.

Meanwhile, Dianne was having a harder time.

Possibly because she had been in her mate's presence, but her heat got worse after getting back to her dorm room. She had shifted back to her human form but her wolf was struggling for control once again. It was like fighting a continuous battle for Dianne to remain in control and not rush to wherever Tristan was. Finally, feeling unbearably hot, Dianne tore off her clothes and went into the bathroom, soaking herself in cold water for several minutes. After that she dragged her exhausted body to bed, the cold water having given her some sort of relief.

Dianne awoke before dawn that day, shivering violently. Her temperature was quite high. She managed to get out of bed and get herself a bottle of water. After swallowing the pills she had gotten from the pack doctor, Dianne laid back down on her bed.

The pills were something developed by the pack doctor to lessen the effects of one's heat. It did assuage the longing, but not for very long.

Dianne fell asleep again.

The sun's rays stole through the window illuminating tawny blonde hair stuck to sweat covered but fair skin. Eyes opening, Dianne sat up. Her whole body ached, but she was more focused on the fact that she had forgotten... She had completely forgotten Tristan had seen her shift last night. She hurriedly stood up, ignoring her protesting body.

The Lycanthrope- better known as werewolves, have had a secret existence for centuries. It was unknown how exactly they came to be; there were many variations of the truth.

Some believed the werewolf was as a result of evolution, even mutation. While others believed that a human was cursed with Lycanthropy: the ability to turn into a wolf every full moon, whilst still retaining human intelligence.

Despite the controversy regarding the Lycanthrope's origin, the one certain thing was the need to keep their existence a secret from humanity. It was absolutely forbidden for anyone to reveal the existence of the Lycanthrope.

If anyone did expose their identity to a human; the punishment for the human would be death. The punishment for the werewolf usually varied: it depended on the circumstances, but the worse punishment was banishment from the pack. Being forced to go rogue. There were exceptions of course, that of when a werewolf had a human mate. Human mates were quite rare, but their were rules in case one had a human mate.

Dianne's college was quite close to her pack's territory. Although the humans were greater in number, there were quite a number of werewolves in the college. And if anyone got wind of her exposing her identity, Tristan's life could very well be in danger.

Dianne had to find him now. She had to find him before he told anyone, before he exposed himself to danger.

She quickly got out of bed and freshened up. She took the shortest shower ever, making sure to use scent masking soap.

Just like regular wolves, female werewolves had heat cycles, in which they had a very compelling desire to mate. It would be like being under the effects of an aphrodisiac, one would feel immense torture unless sated by their mate. It usually occured four to five times a year; depending on the person, and lasted for about a week. When in heat, a female emits a stronger scent which her mate and any unmated male werewolf would find tempting and totally irresistible.

Usually during heat, a female would be kept far away from other males, apart from her mate.

Ideally, Dianne shouldn't be going into school, especially when people would be roaming about. But Dianne was too anxious to sit and think things through.

Dianne zipped up her hoodie and went out, she was covered from head to toe. She had taken every precaution she could think of.

But life was too unpredictable, not even Dianne could predict the events that would occur.