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I stood in front of Chance, my body feeling numb. Was he joking? What was going on. "A what?

Chance took a step toward me but I took a step back. He stopped trying to come closer to me when he realized that I was scared shitless. "I'm a werewolf, Bailey."

I laughed. I laughed so hard that my sides hurt and tears were forming in my eyes. "You expect me to believe this? Why do you need to lie about being in a gang or something? Werewolves aren't real, Chance. They are made believe, fairy-tales. Why do you find the need to lie? This isn't Twilight."

Chance sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not lying to you.I wouldn't ever lie to you. You mean too much to me. Twilight is real, Bailey. Vampires, werewolves, witches and warlocks, it's all real."

Is he on drugs? "Are you okay? Did you hit your head or something? Did you smoke something when I went to the bathroom? That stuff isn't real, Chance. And I don't know you so of course you could lie to me. I don't mean anything to you because we just met a week ago. Listen, Chance, dinner was really nice but I think I should be getting home now."

I turned away from Chance, feeling like I was going to throw up or pass out. This was crazy. Of course I would like another crazy guy. Why does this always happen to me? "Bailey, just wait, please."

I ignored his pleas and kept walking, not once turning back because he's crazy. I kept walking until I heard another growl. I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around. I didn't see Chance anywhere. All I saw was the jet black wolf from the woods.

I screamed, I screamed so loud my throat hurt.

And then I ran, ran faster than I ever did before.

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