Lars paced back and forth in the room, he was yet again, in the mayors office.

And yet, the lazy ass midget wasn't even here.

Lars audibly growled and hastily rushed a hand across his hair, tugging at the very roots. Him being impatient currently would've been an understatement. The town was supposed to be his by now, damn it. His to own, and corrupt to its utmost potential. He wanted to mold it into his very own creation. He almost felt bad for the humans.

He laughed bitterly.

This older, idiotic man they loved and called 'mayor' was signing his own people and town away to a stranger. A dangerous one, owning dangerous plans for it. Lars soon became eager and started rubbing his palms together while he kept up his straight line of pacing back and forth along the width of the majors office.

At the thought of Lars's plans for the strip club in town, the door behind him swung open with an ancient and noticeable creak of old and aging wood. He turned at an angle so he was glancing over his shoulder to see who was entering.

"Mr. Carraway.."

"Oh! I'm sorry Lars..I had a few meetings to attend to!"

The mayor was filled with jolliness as he practically bounced and skipped back to his expensive spinning office chair like a child. Lars bared his teeth and quietly growled this time.

"I would've thought that ours was more important.."

Mr. Carraway ignored Lars cranky mood and hopped up onto his leather throne, still not even barely taller than Lars at that height. He seemed way too happy for his liking. Lars thought about biting his head off, but disregarded the notion. He needed to save his violence for Harry.

"You're not my only concern, boy." He talked as if he was above Lars now. In a few damning moments he wouldn't be. "I had other matters."

Now Lars was getting frustrated,"As if those matters are even relevant, now that you're signing the town over to me." He calmly took a step towards the large wooden mayoral desk.

"You are quite right about that.." At that point the mayor was back in his place, submissive to the larger and more dangerous young man. He reclined back in his chair the closer Lars got to him. He cleared his throat when the man got as close as he could with the desk in the way.

"Well?" Lars's patience was as thin as a hair follicle, his fists forever clenched as he stared hard at the roly poly of a political figure over a small town.

Mayor Carraway sighed as he magically pulled out an important looking black folder, opened it and pulled out two normal looking sheets of paper. He pushed them forward to the front towards Lars and said heavily,"Ludyne is yours now Mr. Feernick.."

The grin on Lars's face paled in comparison to the term horrifying. His fangs were bared, and the mayor was slightly scared the dagger sharp molars would cut right into the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Carraway. I appreciate it."

In a swift motion, Lars snatched up the two papers in his hand and chuckled, eyes gleaming dangerously at the mayor who he knew now was rethinking his life. It pleased Lars deeply knowing that, and knowing that the mayor realized that it was far too late. "Now, don't you need to be at the new opening of the town museum Mr. Carraway?"

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There was darkness. That's all there was, for awhile. I knew I had passed out, and I knew I had before, but this felt different. Kinda like how you always hear about people dying, or leaving their body and seeing it before them. But I didn't see my body. I felt nothing and heard nothing. I only saw darkness.

A spark glowed in the middle of my field of vision. It was blue, then after a pulse, it switched to red. After another it was yellow, then light purple, then white. It was a subtle glow, soft and somewhat blurry. Like a spiral, shapes started to slip out of it. They were unrecognizable at first, but then they started to come into view. Legs started to sprout gracefully and move as if they were running and running, right around the spark of light in circles.

The legs grew into bodies, and the bodies grew tails that swayed beautifully. Howls came in with the 4th figure that resembled a wolf. They were all wolves.

I was experiencing something similar to when Harry brought me into the woods.

The wolves started again to surround the spark, then slowly approach me. It was then I became self aware as they came closer, and closer, hovering above and around me. The wolves majestically ran as if they were on the ground instead of floating, howling as they did. I looked down eventually to see that there was swirl of pure, white light spiraling around me. It blew my hair back, but I felt no breeze.

Drums mixed in with the howls, deep, loud and tribal sounding drums. Like I was going through a ritual.

I found my voice as I looked up and saw the ball of light brighten substantially,"What's going on?" I carried on and echoed.

As I expected, I got no answer. The shapes still swirled around me while the wolves pranced and ran around me in a carefree manner. The drums started getting louder and made my heart pump like a piston, almost in time with the beat of the drum, and then I got an answer.

The voice was deep, almost mystical sounding. I couldn't decipher exactly what gender it was, and maybe it didn't have one. I felt like I was being spoken to by a God. Considering my situation, for all I knew I was.

It echoed out into the darkness just like mine, except disembodied,"You are one of us now, child. A part of our world, our culture."

Twilight. Twilight. Twilight! Was all I could think in my head as he talked, but his sudden volume change snapped me out of it and it somehow made me take it more seriously. The more I looked at the ball of spontaneous light, the more I thought that it was actually speaking to me, so I stared at it.

"You are Turned. Not a pure blood.." The voice observed as if it was an all knowing entity. "You will be treated differently, child. But you will be highly respected."

"What?" I cut the voice off, looking up and around to see the source of the voice, only to see blurry movements of the wolves that seemed to endlessly run around me. "I don't understand!" I shouted, as if to make myself more clear. "Am I gonna be some kind of..weird, new super wolf warrior or something?"

Feeling my whole body tremble distracted my mind from realizing I was now floating thanks to the forever spiraling shapes. The voice had chuckled, reason for my trembling.

"Oh, human child..your kind amuses us."

I whip my head back and forth to try and put a figure or at least a face to this voice but to no avail.

"What? Stop this.." I say a little bit too timidly,"Please. Just tell me what's going on."

The voice continued after a deep and reverberating hum of thought. "You are now one of our kind..and to understand this, we have to show you what it means."

"Jesus.." I breathed to try and calm my pounding chest and lungs. In a moment of panic I raised my voice and shouted to the oblivion all around me,"Is this a dream? Am I dreaming?" I asked.

Like someone finally heard me, I gulped when I saw the pulsing being of light flicker, then flash as if it was a camera.

A prominent, and non translucent looking wolf emerged effortlessly from the sphere, head hung down but eyes looking up right at me. Its eyes were as black as the night itself, and its fur was the most beautiful and mixed of silver. I watched in silence as it approached me, level with me even though I was floating above the invisible ground where I stood. Or was I even standing before?

It got closer and closer to me until our facial regions were inches apart, I could've kissed the bridge of its nose. Then the echoing and dominating voice came back, seeming to appear from the very being that was in front of me.

"You are not dreaming, child."

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It rained that night after Benny had fainted.

Harry was in an utter conundrum. He wanted to whine and hide like the damned pup he was, but he was in the enemy's house.

Having not left her side, Harry curled up in a ball on the bed where she rested for comfort. A sudden clap of thunder caused him to jump, or really, flinch on the bed. The movement merely shifted Benny's limp arm a few inches. Harry's eyes caught onto it, and he ended up staring at it. It was the most she moved in 5 hours. 5 hours felt like forever to Harry, and he was older than most humans would live before dying.

Gingerly, Harry reached his hand out to Benny's that was closest as she laid on her back. As if she might respond, he glanced at her to make sure it was okay to touch her. It saddened Harry to see that she had no reaction. Regardless, Harry's fingers clenched around her wrist, some of his fingers grazing along the palm of her hand. He checked again to make sure she was still knocked out. She still was.

Harry took this time again to study Benny, his love. His heart. His mate, for real. He remembered all of the times he had done this so many times before, and he found he could never get over it.

To get a better view, Harry sat up against the pillows, hand still clutching at her small wrist. Benny lay there motionless below him. It was a morbid thought to think, and it pained him it even flew into his brain, but to Harry it looked to be like she was dead. Her face was void of emotion, but beautiful and peaceful looking all the same. Her sandy blonde hair was sprawled around her head and on the pillow of Tony's bed, Harry touched it and it still felt as soft as ever.

As if on cue, another boom of thunder echoed in the sky and rang in Harry's ears. It made a long and low whine drip form his lips, and like his body was not his own, Harry shifted his position from sitting up and leaned down to nuzzle his poor, scared head into Benny's side and stomach area.

Rain dripped and drummed on the roof of the house, and on the windows. The one beside the bed, right beside Benny, was half covered in curtains. But Harry could still peek out of his love's side to see the small and intricate drops of water race down to the bottom. He looked down to see his hands were clutching at Benny's shirt. For fear he was hurting her, he frowned and let go. Looking up again to check, he saw Benny was fine.

Harry stared up at Benny for the longest time, watching over her as he laid his heavy head fully on her tummy. He heard her heartbeat from there, so far it was his only comfort, knowing she was alive still. t kept him from questioning: "What if she never wakes up? I did this to her."

A softer thunder clap sounded, and Harry did not jump or flinch, merely closed his eyes and nuzzled into the fabric of Benny's shirt, his hand resting beside his face and on her upper torso. He heaved a heavy sigh, much like a dog did when it got comfortable, and tried his hardest to sleep, hoping that the moment he woke up, his Benny would be here, smiling down at him, calling him cute, running her hand through his hair and kissing him.

Oh, how he had regretted leaving her.