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[center [size12 Cameron McCoy has a big secret that most would consider a simple rumor of the town of Jennings. He is the Delta of his werewolf pack and is training to become the Beta, eventually taking over completely. He has become okay with risking his life for the pack more so than usual. Especially since he has not imprinted on anyone and is starting to doubt even having anyone to imprint on. As much as it hurts, he's starting to realize that he might be alone for the rest of his days.]]
[center [size12 That is, until he sees Megan Baxter for the first time. A lovely blonde girl, out enjoying time with her current boyfriend. Cameron is stopped in his tracks as the gravity that pulls him becomes unbearable. The heat that he feels towards her is insane. His pack around him instantly knows what is going on and Cameron can hardly stand it.]]
[center [size12 He makes a point to insert himself into her life as much as possible. He watches out for her and the two eventually become pals. Megan is unaware of his werewolf self and the imprinting. To her, it's a new found friendship that quickly becomes something else. To Cameron, it's a love that he never thought he'd experience. He is willing to die for her if it comes to it.]]
[center [size12 The only conflict is, will his secrets come out? Will Megan leave her boyfriend or even stay with Cameron once she finds out? What enemies are lurking in the dark, waiting to strike?]]
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[left [pic https://imgur.com/2LuFIl2.jpg]] Megan Baxter threw her dirty blonde locks over her shoulder, scoffing at the male in front of her. "You're fucking joking, right? He bought me a drink, Reggie. I declined. What more do you want from me?" She asked her fiance as he ran his fingers through his black locks madly. He grabbed the edges of his jacket, pulling them out.
"I want you to fucking let me beat his ass." He responded, his voice rising as his eyes went past her, looking at the male who bought her the drink. "I want to fucking kill him. You're mine. Not anyone else's." She rolled her eyes, he was so damn possessive over her, it was getting ridiculous. Ever since he had proposed, it was like he wanted this control over her. She'd be lying if she said it wasn't driving her up the wall.
"Jesus Christ, Reggie! I declined his drink!" She threw her hands in the air in defense, turning quickly in the bar chair. "He isn't even looking ov--" Her voice stopped when she turned her back towards Reggie.
Her eyes met a man that was halfway down the counter. The look on his face made it seem like he saw a ghost but that was impossible, considering he was looking right at her. She got the strangest feeling when their eyes met. It was almost as if he was looking so far deep into her soul, so far that she couldn't even reach it. He wore a black button-up that was pulled halfway up his forearms. His hair seemed like it had seen better days as strands were almost falling into his eyes. She felt herself heat up quickly as she pulled herself back down to real-time.
"He isn't looking over here..." Her voice trailed off when she turned back around to see that Reggie had disappeared. "What the?" She asked when she heard yelling from across the bar, where she was previously looking. Reggie was encountering the man that had bought her the drink. She grunted, pushing herself off the stool and doing her best to make her way down to him.
"Excuse me, pardon me, yup, just let me squeeze through here." She said, making her way through the tight crowd and out of the grabby hands of other men. She found Reggie standing tall with his small chest puffed out. His skimpy frame was no match for the muscle man standing almost a foot over him. "Hi, hello. I'm so sorry, whatever he's said, I'm sorry."
"No, no. Fuck this, don't be buying chicks drinks. You don't know if they've got a man or not, fuck face." And there he did it. The man huffed, his chest puffing out as he drew his fist backward. Megan instinctually closed her eyes, waiting for the fist to hit him right square in the nose. It wasn't like he didn't deserve it...
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[center [size12 His whole life he heard about imprinting. No one could ever truly describe the feeling that washed over their entire existence. All they could tell Cameron was that it was one of the [i best] feelings. He wanted nothing more than to experience that.
It'd been three years since he had transformed. Almost everyone in his pack had imprinted. Except for him. He was the lonesome wanderer. He figured that that is how it would be for all of his life. Lonely. On his own. Maybe that was for the best. It wasn't like everyone wanted to be involved in a werewolf and it wasn't like every imprintee was known to accept that kind of lifestyle. So, after searching and searching and trying to force it on others, he realized it just wouldn't happen.
That was, until he was out with a few of his buddies, enjoying a typical Saturday night at the bar. It was his turn to order the round of drinks but little did he think he'd find his imprintee here, of all places.
"Can I get a round of shots, the usual?" He asked, leaning over the counter with his elbows propping up. He overheard a woman and a man arguing at the end of the bar. He couldn't help but ease drop and then look on over. There was a taller guy that was rather skimpy. He had too many piercings for his own good and was throwing a fit to this woman.
He only saw the back profile until she turned around. For a moment, their eyes met and that's when it happened. The world stopped, time stopped. Everyone and everything around him stopped. It was almost as if everything went invisible but him and her. Her dirty blonde hair was halfway pulled up into a tight bun on the top of her head. Her eyes were a glistening hazel color that complimented her perfectly tan skin. He had to do everything in his power to not fall down from the bar. Just looking at her, set his skin on fire.
He was so stuck in a trance, he hardly noticed the bartender calling to get his attention. Or his pack grabbing his shoulders and shaking him. He just couldn't stop staring at her...she was his one.]]
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