Dawn jerked her head back with shock. Was Bree also having an affair with Helena? Well, it wouldn't be a surprise. "This golf course didn't belong to Helena. She was only helping my family with its management."

Bree scoffed. "Your family? The ones who threw you out and never asked about your existence?"

"It seems you know a lot about me Bree. How is that?" Dawn's interest peaked.

"I told you, I was close to Helena and J—"

"Jason?" Dawn completed her sentence.

"Yes!" Bree replied stubbornly. "They hated you so much. Why did you return? Why don't you just go back so that things become normal again?"

"Things are about to become normal again now!" Dawn snapped. "Now get out of here!"

"You—" Bree said ferociously and grasped the hand rest of the chair. "I am going to make sure that you are gone out of this place you bitch!" she added and got up to leave. She stomped out of the restaurant. When she reached the kitchen, she was shaking with anger. Taking her phone out, she made a few phone calls. After that she went to the kitchen and ordered them to prepare pasta in red sauce with pepper, oregano and basil.

Dawn wanted to go back home. Bree had successfully made her feel so uncomfortable. Her bladder was full, but going to the bathroom was like revisiting her nightmares. She closed her eyes and contemplated on leaving when her phone buzzed.

"Baby, are you okay? I can see that you are not well," he sounded extremely worried.

"Where are you?" Dawn whipped her head to the left and right.

"I am on the fifth green!" He waved towards her.

She waved back and said in a resigned tone, "I want to pee."

Daryn understood her immediately. "Wait for me. I'll finish and come to you in five minutes. Go with me."

"Okay…" she replied and disconnected.

Daryn was with her a little over ten minutes later and she was feeling the urgency to go to empty her bladder.

"Let's go!" he said as soon as he was there. His face was flushed after playing and he was sweating. His group waited for him.

When Dawn walked towards the toilet, her heartbeat accelerated and her hand shivered in Daryn's. He knew that this was a big step for her. This place had changed the course of her life and that she was still plagued by the nightmares of being bitten. Aside from the fact that this was her destiny as predicted in the Lore, it was something that she had never anticipated. And what followed was even more traumatic. Daryn stopped in front of the door and said, "Go in baby. I am right here, okay?"

She nodded. When she opened the door, she found that the place was just the same as she had seen it the last time. It was immaculate and the diffuser was emitting lemony aroma. Inadvertently her gaze went to the side of the basin counter where she was lying in the pool of blood. She shuddered and quickly trotted to the nearest bathroom. By the time she was sitting on the toilet seat, she began sweating profusely. She pursed her lips and then closed her eyes to get over with it. She had let down her mental shields before entering the toilet.

Daryn sent a soft tendril of his thoughts in her mind, "It's okay baby… I am here…" He could sense her panic and it made him uncomfortable. An old lady went past him, gave him a smile and entered the toilet. Daryn nodded at her and she disappeared behind the door.

When Dawn came out, she was almost breathless, as if she had run a marathon. She saw the lady entering the nearby stall. Wanting to get out of the toilet as soon as possible, she went to the basin and started to wash her hands, when suddenly a flash of image in the mirror stunned her. Her mind froze and blood drained from her face. She saw a glimpse of the same werewolf— who was covered with long grey hair. He stared at her with those eerie yellow eyes. He was standing outside the window.

Dawn started shivering. Everything became slow motion. Her body froze and she didn't have the energy to utter a word. The werewolf opened the glass window from the outside and raised his leg to cross the ledge while staring at her.

Dawn gulped. She couldn't move her feet. It was as if she had developed roots that anchored her to the ground. Goosebumps pebbled her skin. "G—" she tried to speak. "W—"

The beast ducked down to enter.

She shook her head as she went into full-blown panic. And for the first time the smell of the beast entered her nose—a mix of vanilla and damp.

"Dawn!" Daryn shouted through their mental link. "What happened? Talk to me!"

"N— no," she whispered. "No, n— no." She wanted to run but instead found herself crying.

The werewolf raised his other leg to enter the bathroom. He bared his fangs and growled.

Dawn couldn't hold herself and she shrieked. "D— Darynnnnn!"

"Shit!" Spooked as to what had happened inside, Daryn opened the door and rushed inside. He saw Dawn perspiring heavily and looking at the window with wide eyes.

The lady in the other stall had flushed and came out running.

Daryn followed Dawn's gaze and saw the werewolf who was now running over the buildings, about to disappear. Angered as hell, he rushed to the window.

"No Daryn! Don't go!" Dawn shouted but he was already gone.

The lady held her by the shoulders. "What is wrong dear?" she asked. "Come let's go out," she offered as she watched Daryn with confusion setting in her eyes.

"I can't!" Dawn said and somehow managed to get out of the bathroom to trail after Daryn. When she reached the backside of the building, she didn't find anyone. Mentally she tried to reach Daryn, but he wasn't answering. Anxious as hell she didn't know what to do. She paced the place for some time and then walked back to the restaurant.

Daryn's group was waiting over there. She informed them that he won't be playing or may join later, so they left with disappointment on their faces. After all, it wasn't always that you got an invitation to play with Daryn Silver.

She kept calling him mentally and at last she found him running towards her in the restaurant. When he reached her, he said, "How are you baby?" He held her in his arms tightly and pressed her face in his chest. "The bastard simply disappeared. I traced his smell but he was nowhere to be found." There was frustration in his voice. It was the first time he had seen the werewolf and he would have known who it was if it were a pureblooded. This proved that the werewolf was a neotide. Who could it be? He had called upon his clan to find the neotide in the area surrounding the course. All he wanted was to catch the beast alive and skin him.

Dawn circled her hand around his waist. His chest was her home. She closed her eyes trying to get reassured, not realizing that she was wetting his shirt with her tears.

"Shhh… baby. We will find him." He caressed her hair. He made her sit and gave her a glass of water. "Do you want to go home?"

"Sir, if you are here, would you join your group," a voice from behind disturbed them.