I slapped my hand against my alarm clock, trying to stop the incessant noise.

My head was pounding and my mouth was dry. It felt like I hadn't drank water in years. I threw the covers off of me to make my way to the bathroom.

When I reached the doorway of my bedroom was when my memories of the night before came flooding back.

I frantically turned around expecting to see Caleb in my bed, but he wasn't there. My room was empty apart from me. The window that I had opened was closed, also.

Rubbing my head, I realized that all of my memories were foggy. I didn't feel warm anymore, but I was sure last night that I had a fever. My memories of Caleb sneaking into my room must have been fabricated.

But I was still curious as to why I would have a sexy fever dream about him.

I cringed at the thought that I'd feel awkward around him in the car today.

Reminded that he was picking me up, I checked the time and continued my way to the bathroom.

I flinched at my sight in the mirror. My hair was frizzy, and a mess. There were dark smudges of black under my eyes, a result of me forgetting to take my makeup off last night.

I checked the weather before deciding what to wear.

I still hadn't gotten used to the Alaska weather, so I pulled a large sweater over my head, paired with some jeans.

Once downstairs I noticed a small orange sticky note on the fridge.

Had a meeting. Called a cab. Have a good day.

It read.

I decided to skip the coffee this morning since I still didn't feel well. I didn't feel up to eating either, so I skipped breakfast too.

I spent my morning blankly floating around the house, just waiting for this headache to go away. I was rubbing my temples, so lost in thought, that I jumped when there was a knock on the door.

When I opened it Caleb stood on the other side, standing nervously with a coffee cup in his hand. I instantly relaxed, because just the sight of him made me forget all about my pounding headache.

"Good morning," he said, handing me the cup.

"Thanks," I said, taking it. I didn't want to come off rude by denying his nice gesture.

I grabbed my bag and walked outside, not bothering to lock the door behind me because we lived in the middle of no where.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, jogging in front of me to open the passenger side door of his truck for me to get in.

I waited until he was settled in the driver's seat before I answered.

"Not well, actually," I said, playing with the cardboard wrapped around the coffee cup. "I think I had a fever last night."

I turned to look at him, but I was surprised to see him studying me skeptically.

"Are you okay?" I asked, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze.

He cleared his throat before starting the truck up, "Yeah, all good." He said.

I let a few minutes of silence pass before speaking, although I had hoped he would start the conversation on his own.

"So," I started, "you owe me some answers."

He sighed, "I figured you wouldn't just let it go."

"Nope."

A few minutes of silence passed again. I spoke once more, slightly annoyed at this point.

"So..."

"I'm thinking," he said, "I'm just surprised with how casual you're being."

"Why wouldn't I be casual?" I asked, shrugging.

"After what happened last night..." he trailed off.

I felt my blood run cold as I realized what he was talking about.

"T-that...that wasn't a dream?"

"You dream about me?" He asked, a wide grin plastered onto his face.

"You came to my room last night?"

I was still in shock. I didn't know what I was doing last night. I wasn't in control of my actions.

"I figured you'd be mad at me," he said.

"I am mad," I said, "teeth clenched, fuming, unbelievably mad."

"I'm sorry," he sighed, "I couldn't help it. I didn't have full control of myself."

"How? Why? Tell me what the hell is going on!" I yelled.

I grabbed onto the door handle to steady myself as Caleb pulled the truck onto the side of the road.

He jumped out of the cab and I jerked my door open to follow suit.

"Come on," he said, holding a hand out to me.

Sensing my hesitation he spoke again.

"Do you trust me?" He said.

Throwing away all rational thought I take his hand, the familiar sparks dance across my skin.

"You feel that?" He asked, taking my other hand to continue the current that flowed through us, "This means something."

Still holding one of my hands Caleb pulled me into the dense trees. He didn't speak as he led me through the forest, so I had to blindly trust him. Which, surprisingly, wasn't hard at all. I couldn't help that I genuinely trusted this man, but I had no idea why.

"Where are we going?" I asked, tripping over a rock.

"Not too much farther," he said, "I just have to get far enough away from the road."

"Why? What are you going to do?" I asked. I became hesitant at the realization that whatever he had planned, he didn't want anyone else to see it.

Caleb didn't answer me, he just kept walking forward.

We kept walking until we made it to a clearing. We were in a small field, but most of the grass was dead, making it crunch under our weight.

Caleb let go of my hand, but kept his back to me. He ran his hands nervously through his hair.

"Caleb?" I said, wrapping my arms around me as a harsh wind blew past us. "Caleb you're scaring me, will you please just tell me what's going on?"

He turned around to face me, placing his hands on my face. I instantly closed my eyes and leaned into his touch.

"Do you believe in soulmates?" He asked me, rubbing his thumb gently across my cheek.

"I'd like to," I said, opening my eyes to look up at him. "It seems a little too good to be true, though. The fact that there's someone you're destined to be with."

"It's not too good," he said, leaning down so that our noses were touching, "not for us."

I wanted to push him away, I wanted to ask him all the questions that were running through my head. But, at that moment, I was completely under his control.

Caleb leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. It wasn't a passionate, sexy, kiss like the night before. This kiss was gentle and sweet. It made me weak in the knees.

"I just wanted to do that before I told you," he said as he pulled away.

"Told me what?"

"Birdie..." he started, I could feel how nervous he was.

"Just tell me," I said, growing impatient.

"I'm a werewolf."

I stood there, staring at him.

With those few words, I suddenly found myself in a situation I didn't know how to handle. I let myself be dragged into the middle of no where with a practical stranger who is now telling me that he's a werewolf.

I didn't say anything for a long time and he was looking at me like he was scared I was going to scream, or run. But I wasn't going to do either. I was frozen where I stood.

"I..." I didn't know what to say.

He took a step towards me and I instinctively took a step back. He raised his hands in submission.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said. I hated that he thought I was scared of him, I didn't want him to feel that way. I just needed a second to think.

"I want to go home..."

"Okay," he said, "I'll take you home-"

"No," I took another step away from him, "I'll go by myself."

He sighed, "You think I'm crazy." His head fell and he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well," I shrugged, "werewolves don't exist, so..."

He looked up at me through his lashes and sighed again, seeming to come to some conclusion. "Don't run, okay?" He said as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"It's not what it looks like, just watch," he moved cautiously as kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to his ankles.

I averted my gaze until I heard a deep rumble. I looked back over at him to see his body shaking. His fists were balled and his eyes were squeezed shut in concentration. I was frozen in place as I watched the boy in front of me crouch down on all fours as he grunted in pain.

It sounded like his skin tore and his bones broke, and just when I thought I couldn't listen to it anymore, suddenly, where the boy once was, there was a large gray and brown wolf in his place.

My blood ran cold at the realization that I had seen this overgrown timber wolf before. When I went on a hike with my friends. The wolf I had found in the forest, was the same wolf that stood before me now.

The eyes, I noticed, were still the same shade of caramel brown. The eyes were still him.

I took a hesitant step forward and held my hand out to him just like before. And, just like before, he moved his nose into my palm and the familiar spark ran through me.

"Okay," I said, breathless, "I believe you."

The large wolf took a step back from me and I watched as he turned back into Caleb. I turned around so that he could get dressed.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around. He pulled me into his arms and held me against him, tightly.

"Thank you," he said, "I was so worried that you would be scared of me."

"I don't think I could ever be scared of you," I said, "Why is that? I mean, why do I trust you so easily?"

Caleb's chest rumbled as he let out a small laugh, "It's a lot to explain."

"Well it's not like I'm going to school today," I said, pulling my head away from his chest to look up at him.

"Come on," he said, taking my hand to lead me out of the woods, "I'll take you back home."