Sweat.

The only thing I could feel and smell as I entered the crowded club on a Friday night. I absolutely hate clubs. You must be thinking something along the lines of: 'Why are you in a club if you hate them?' Well the answer is simple. Blood. Well, not exactly, but something like that. Let me introduce myself, my name is Elisabeth Walker and I work for the NYPD. That clarifies why I'm in a club, thirsty to finally arrest the son of a bitch convicted of selling drugs illegally as well as sexual assault on minors, whom I've been hunting down for the past three weeks.

"El, there he is" my thoughts were interrupted when my partner, Emilia, spoke up, pointing me in the direction of our target. My heavy foot stomped the sticky floors as I started moving towards our arrestee, until Emilia pulled me back. "Wait, we can't just go there like that El, what if he tries to run-"

"Well then we hunt the son of a bitch Em" I snapped moving forward with my steps. I always had been the more wreckless one. If there was one thing I hated that was wasting my time, and I was definitely not going to waste it now that I had my target a few feet away from me. Emilia tried calling behind me, but she knew that nothing was going to stop me once I had made my mind up. That was something else about me, once I had made my mind up about something, there was no going back.

Jordan, the arrestee's back was facing us as he continued flirting with some girl who looked the least bit interested in the bald headed guy.

"Come on, one night Serena" I heard him shout through the noise to the woman in front of him.

"I wouldn't suggest this particular night" I commented into his ear as I pulled my handcuffs out, grabbing his hands roughly and shoving them through the metal cuffs. He was petrified when his face saw mine, and he started flailing around the cuffs, trying his very best to manage some sort of escape. I grabbed him harshly by the collar, dragging him out of the club where Emilia already waited by the police car expectantly.

"See, I told you I'd get him" I commented, shoving Jordan into Emilia's direction.

"I didn't doubt you" she answered grabbing onto the pathetic excuse of a person.

"Woah woah. Hold on, you can't do this to me! Why are you even arresting me?" Jordan yelled right before Emilia managed to dispose of him in the back seat of the police car.

"Oh god, are you seriously going to make me do this you fucktard?" I mentioned, more to myself than him.

"Yes, I need to know why I'm getting arrested. I'm innocent-" I cut him off, knowing what was coming my way.

"Jordan Parrish, you are under arrest for the trafficking of illegal drugs and sexual assault on minors. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney blah blah blah blah blah. I think you get the point fucktard. I'm sure you've watched enough movies to know what I'm going to say next. Now get in the car, you're going to jail" Just as he was pushed into the backseat, I heard footsteps approach, making me turn around to see two large men walking towards us. Excusing myself from Emilia, I moved ahead, meeting them halfway.

"Is there a problem gentleman?" The two men looked at me, somewhat trying to intimidate me.

"You have got to come with me" The taller man said, his slight foreign accent being highlighted through his words. I chuckled.

"I don't think so" He ran his fingers through his hair, as if contemplating his next moves. Being a cop, I had been trained to read body language for cases such as these.

"I'm sorry" and right before his skin could touch mine, he found himself being met with the barrel of my gun.

"I suggest you return where you came from gentleman. Quite frankly, I have had a really long day and I am rather tired and I'm sure you wouldn't want to have you arse kicked and spend the rest of your life in jail so I firmly believe you should leave." The two men stared at each other, as if tele-communicating before they backed away, walking back in the direction they came from.

Turning around, I noticed that Emilia's car had already disappeared, so I walked over to my own car, speeding off back home to get some rest. Tomorrow would be another day full of surprises.

"For god's sake Jonathan, will you stop drinking? We've got a meeting with the Lupus pack's Alpha tomorrow remember? I can't walk in there with a hangover, and neither can you" I commanded for the nth time as Jonathan, my beta, gulped the rest of his shot.

"Come on Ryan, it's a Friday, and it's your birthday so could you at least try and loosen up a little. We'll deal with the Lupus pack tomorrow alright? Besides, we have a higher tolerance for alcohol as werewolves remember?" He reminding me, pushing another shot my way. My hands moved in the direction of the shot to pick it up before a strange sensation took over me. A spark spread through my body, shaking every fibre inside my system, and the sweet smell of honey and vanilla penetrated my senses. Surely I knew what this meant since it could only mean one thing.

"She's here" I stated, causing Jonathan to look over at me.

"Your mate" he stated as a realization after a few minutes. I simply nodded as my eyes wandered around the club. A shadow passed right by me, driving the smell of my mate along with them.

My feet began moving in the direction of the smell, my wolf guiding me to my other half. I stepped outside, the noise of the loud music instantly fading out of my ears and the strike of fresh air finally hitting my face. The sound of a melodic voice caused me to look over the corner at my beautiful mate.

She held a man by the collar, his hands fitted into handcuffs as she threw him to another female.

"Jordan Parrish, you are under arrest for the trafficking of illegal drugs and sexual assault on minors. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney blah blah blah blah blah. I think you get the point fucktard. I'm sure you've watched enough movies to know what I'm going to say next. Now get in the car, you're going to jail" she responded, her voice already driving my wolf nuts. I resumed the movement of my feet, my eyes never leaving her figure as I watched the man getting pushed into the backseat of the police car.

She turned around, catching sight of me and Jonathan as we walked towards her. As I got closer, I finally took in her features. Her jet black hair was contrasted with her calm brown eyes and high cheekbones. Her jeans, white v neck and black leather jacket outlines every shape of her, making me want to claim her at the spot.

"Is there a problem gentleman?" she spoke, her English accent driving my wolf mad. Clearly she was not an American.

"You have got to come with me" I blurted, desperate to get to know her. She chuckled, confusing me further.

"I don't think so" she replied casually, pinching my wolf. My dominant side got the best of as I struggled to control my wolf. My fingers twisted into my hair as I tried to gain control, but failed. I looked in Jonathan's way sending him a message to the pack link. 'We've gotta take her'

"I'm sorry" I apologized in advance, but what came next took me by surprise. Before I could move, I found myself facing the barrel of her gun right at my face.

"I suggest you return where you came from gentleman. Quite frankly, I have had a really long day and I am rather tired and I'm sure you wouldn't want to have you arse kicked and spend the rest of your life in jail so I firmly believe you should leave." She uttered, leaving us completely shocked.

'Alpha, she's a cop. We'll have to find our way to her next time' Jonathan mind-linked, and I had no option but to agree with him. Taking her features in for the last time, we turned around, returning to the pack house.

Well this is going to be harder than I thought.