Author's note: Alright, so first off, let me apologize for switching perspectives so soon. I just really wanted you to see what really happened between Asher and Chas before the latter left. But a bit about Chas first: Chas is a bit of a hot-shot; he hopes that one day he will take his father's place as alpha. He does not have a mate yet; he hopes that, with this journey, he will find the one who matters to him and loves him for who he is now, and even who he will become. He meets many different women (most of them human) but none of them seem to fit the bill. Anyway... Happy reading!

 As I walk through the cold and bitter first snow of the Siberian winter, my brothers' jeers echo in my mind. 

Asher: Ha! You wouldn't make it ten feet away without crying for help! You made Mama cry, so that marks you as a loser! 

Tobias: I can't believe that you would abandon us now, Chas... I looked up to you... I trusted you... Well, I guess this is goodbye then...

The girls just stood there with Dad while he circled and questioned me. «Is there a reason for these feelings, young cub?» I nodded. There was a reason; if I was to be the alpha, I would need a mate, to keep my pack strong in numbers. Whomever she might be, she would keep my pulse strong and my body healthy.

Sometime at night, while a quarter moon is up... 

Oh, phew... No risk of exposure tonight... It is now -49 degrees below 0 and I am caught up in a light shiver. If I wasn't a werewolf, it would have a much greater impact on me. As I walk by a shack with lights on. I walk up the creaky old steps, and a young voice yells from the inside "Come in, stranger."

I step inside and the young woman helps me take my coat off. "You must have been so cold out there, sir... The winter is not the time to be out for a jaunt, you know."  Nodding, I reply "I know, miss. Pardon me, but I do believe I forgot to introduce myself. I am Chas Longfellow."

She nods and turns to get something from the cupboards above her; I presume it is time for evening tea. She turns back around and starts to pour me a cup, but I must refuse; despite my being from England, tea is really not my thing. I place one of my hand on her dainty little hand that is holding the teapot, stopping her.

She holds my gaze for a brief moment before whispering "Oh, dear God... Not another... Robert will be quite unhappy..." All of a sudden, a young man (presumably in his twenties) comes in. The young woman rushes to his side and pleads him to save her from 'the horrid monster'.

'Robert' tears a gun off the wall and aims for my heart. Right away I can sense that the bullets are silver-plated, and begin to back away. Robert follows my every move, until finally... 

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