Mickey pulled up to a small lay by leading into the mountains, he was extremely proud of himself he had finally managed to pull a girl with the deep southern accent from America, he had been trying to do so for some time now, since he had gotten to America he had been shot down by everyone one he had approached, this didn't discourage him just made the attraction stronger to climb that specific mountain.<br/><br/>Mickey climbed out of his car and took in a deep breath his long streaked back hair rustled in the wind as the cold bit at his face, pulling out his packet of smokes he put on between his lips and lit it with a small box of matches, breathing in deeply and exhaling the smoke he begun to think why would this girl want to meet him all the way out here, he had taken it to be to avoid her friends and family he was her dark secret or something this didn't bother him he had never fallen for a girl none of them interested him enough for that.<br/><br/>Mickey flicked out his phone to check the time he was about ten minutes early and chances are she would be late, women always kept him waiting again the wait didn't bother him in fact the view was incredibly nice the snow on the trees and scent in the air was clean it was a nice place to be sucking on the cigarette again he felt the minimal effect of the strong cigarettes, he had been smoking so long he wasn't even sure of the nicotine had any effect on him anymore, but he shrugged it off and lent against the bonnet of his hunk of junk car he had managed to get in town for a â€œbargainâ€ the only bargain about this thing was the fact he had a large amount of smokes in the boot he had acquired on his travels, Mickey tilted his head back and let out a sigh<span style="font-style: italic"> why is this girl taking so long, she best not stand me up this trip was long</span>.<br/><br/><br/>Mickey looked up as he saw a red Chevy truck slow down and pull up next to his, there she was the girl with long blonde hair small jean cut off shorts and a red tank top â€œhey sugaâ€ she said as she hopped out the car with a small wink â€œsorry I took so long my brother wouldn't stop takingâ€ she said with a small chuckle â€œanyway come on, theirs a small cabin just a little bit into these woodsâ€ she begun to stride off into the woods waving him to follow, Mickey suddenly felt uneasy this was to easy no wineing and dining just into the cabin for fun<span style="font-style: italic"> man shut up if it's easy don't knock it</span>.<br/><br/>Mickey followed her into the woods that lead to a small clearing â€œhey, I don't see a cabinâ€ Mickey said in his thick Irish accent before stopping sharply on the spot, the girl was just standing there with two large wolves each side of her â€œdon't worry suga, there ain't gonna hurt you, we have a proposition for you, ya strong, good looking we think you'd make a good addition to our team watta ya thinkâ€ she said with a small smile on her face, Mickey looked back at her â€œI think, you are one crazy bitch, you realize your surrounded by a couple of huge wolves rightâ€ she chuckled at his response â€œoh no sweetie there not wolves there werewolfâ€ Mickeys mouth fell open<span style="font-style: italic">yup knew this was too easy she's crazy as hell</span>Mickey took a step back â€œDon't run suga it'll end nastyâ€.<br/><br/>Mickey turned on his heel and ran flat out and heard a mass on snarls and claws behind him<span style="font-style: italic"> well, I'm fucked</span>was all he remembered thinking running threw his head, he could see the road ahead if he could make it to the car maybe he could get away but the sounds behind him didn't fill him with much confidence, a second later he felt a huge amount of pain and saw a gray blur fly into his shoulder and away from him, it was one of the wolves from the clearing it's muzzle now coated in blood, his blood he relished after a second he felt the extreme pain in his left arm he stumbled forward but manged to keep himself moving into the road.<br/><br/>Mickey Yanked the car door open and started the engine he must be blessed today the damn thing started first time, slamming the car into reverse he pulled away, he was lucky at the moment he started to move the wolves were at the edge of the wood line, â€œwhat the fuckâ€ he shouted to himself â€œwas I just baited into being eatenâ€ Mickey looked down at his left shoulder blood was everywhere he was sure if it wasn't for the adrenalin he would have passed out by now, he pulled up to his caravan it was at the edges of town and stumbled his way inside, his vision was going blurry and his head clouded he pulled open a draw and pulled out a mass of bandages and tape, ripping off his shirt he wrapped the bandages around extremely tightly, and taped them down with a lot of tape.<br/><br/>Mickey staggered in front of the mirror to check his work, he used his right hand to wipe sweat out of his eyes,<span style="font-style: italic"> I've been in worse condition right? I've patched myself up from worse</span>he thought to himself he felt his legs weaken and slumped backwards onto his bed, he felt his breathing was labored although he had been in a bad state before and had patched himself up, this was clearly the worst wound he had taken.<br/><br/>Mickey lay back his blurred vision now far worse than before he felt his eyelids get heavy he kept jerking himself awake but knew the fight was lost, the adrenaline had left his body and it needed rest Mickey fell into a dreamless sleep and awoke at 12:00 the next day he sat up and checked his arm hoping it was some fucked up dream, but he couldn't lifting his arm, it was stiff and painful, but not as painful as he remembered he pulled open the blinds in his caravan and the light almost blinded him his eyes felt extra sensitive, he slowly pulled the bandages off his shoulder dreading to see the carnage underneath, but what he found shocked him, he was far from completely healed but the wound was no were near as bad as he remembered there was still large gashes in his arm<span style="font-style: italic"> psh I was probably blowing it out of proportion with lose of blood or something</span>he thought to himself he pulled open the small shower and stepped inside and let out a violent shudder as the freezing water hit his body and sent pain shooting up his arm washing away the dried blood stuck to his arm neck and in his hair.<br/><br/>Mickey stepped out and replaced the bandages he felt weak from last night but strangle good in a whole he was going to take it easy for the next week and avoid any blonde psycho bitches until he was ready to move on.<br/><br/>Mickey spent the next couple of days walking around town collecting, food and provisions to move on, he had grown to comfortable in this little town any way, the fact people greeted him as he walked like a friend, and he found he had grown friendly with some of them. Later that night he hitched up his Caravan to his old beat up car and pulled a single pack of smokes out the truck, that was still over flowing with them popped on in his mouth and started the car as he lit the cigarette.<br/><br/>Mickey pulled away quietly, as not not wake anyone, he had decided he was gonna drive back threw the road that he was attacked, he had this strange attraction to danger and battle he could never shake not even as a kid, he slowly pulled into the lay by and got out the car, still puffing on his cigarette he looked around and found the tire marks where he had pulled away, he thought he could even make out part of the clearing but was unsure, the only light was from the moon itself, he sat on his bonnet and looked up at the moon waiting for it to brake threw the clouds, he looked down at his watch, it was just turning midnight, he tilted his head back up and let out a small session of hoops as the cloud slide slowly out of the way.<br/><br/>Mickey kept looking until the moon was completely in view<span style="font-style: italic"> huh a full moon, it looks so big tonight </span>mickey felt a shudder run down his back, that was half pleasurable half agony like all the muscles in his back had stretched and ripped and healed instantly, he stood up clutching his back â€œouch that the fuck was...â€ Mickey crumpled to the floor gritting his teeth it now felt like all the muscles in his body were ripping and re shaping  â€œwhat the fuck is going onâ€ he grunted out his breathing now ragged.<br/><br/>Mickey rolled onto his side as a multiple loud cracks came from his mid section, he howled in pain, he looked down at his chest his ribs had moved, they were changing shape, he started to feel an odd tingle in his legs before more loud cracking noises, he let out more shrieks of pain his legs felt odd, longer and seemed to be pointing in an odd angle â€œwhat the fuck, what the fuckâ€ he kept repeating in ragged out bursts he felt his arms start the same tingling his legs did â€œno, no â€œ more loud ran down his arms as they elongated his hands turning into savage claws his forearms, increasing in length and size his biceps bulging and elongating, more screams came from his mouth, he started to roll on the floor and trash around trying to stop the pain, then he felt a long tingle down his back, shoulders and neck, he left out a small whimper just wanting it to end , as the loud cracks ran through his back and shoulders he felt himself slip into a more instinctual side of himself, it felt more like when he was boxing running of his animal side, but the pain was too much to ignore, he still screamed in pain his shoulders ripping out sideways and bulging, the others hadn't even stopped when he felt his heat tingle.<br/><br/>Mickey begun to claw at his face as the cracking sounded but what he felt shocked him his face was becoming a snout his teeth became razor sharp, he felt fur running along his face and as quickly as it had started the pain stopped, he tried to get to his feet but relised he now had four sets of claws, his mind couldn't process the change he felt as if a red mist had descended over his eyes, his animal side had taken over, he felt his body lifting onto it's back legs and let out a loud howl towards the moon before running into the woods at great speed, it was thrilling amazing sensation, he could smell scents on the air from miles away see everything clear as day even at the speed his was running, hear a branch crack from a distance, he felt the haze lift slightly but he still wasn't in control of himself.<br/><br/>Mickey had been running for a few days now, he had come across a bunch of strange scents, similar to his but each was different, he had decided to follow them and they were getting increasingly stronger as he ran deeper into the the woods, feeling his claws digging into the snow and throwing himself forward he was now panting, but he was too took up in the ride to stop. One of the scents was getting stronger and closer as he ran his ears pricked up his eyes flashing around looking for the source.