Life As She Knows It

Mia is chasing her dream of becoming a professional photographer in New York, the city where dreams come true or life decides to step on your dreams and throw them into the growing pile of garbage. One day a strange, leather-clad man walks into her studio and then walked out after sniffing the room. That man will change her life as she know it for ever.

Loosely based off of Quinn Lofits' interpretation of werewolves and mates and stuff.


4. Chapter 4

"Explain it one more time." Taylor asked me for the fifth time the morning after that party and the big wolves and the creepy voice in my head came around.

"I can't!" I exclaim hysterically.

"Fine!," He exclaims in a frustrated tone, "just go to bed now and we'll talk more in the afternoon." As soon as those words were out of his mouth, I was bundled up in my blankets with a pounding headache; probably a hangover. I look at my big elaborate clock on my beige-green walls. Nine thirty am. How could it only be nine thirty! I groan and throw my head into my pillow.

"Is this a bad time Luna?" the voice in my head asked.

"Is this a bad time?" I scoff, "I don't know why don't I ask you you creepy voice in my head. You seem to know everything going on here and you act like this is so normal to you and it probably is and so are those gigantic wolves from last night too!" I rant sarcastically.

"What kind of wolves? What did they look like? how many were there?"

"You were there! You should know!"

"Just tell me."

"There were three. Two were smaller than the third and they were more of a dark brown with lighter brown markings on their bodies. The third was the biggest and it was all black except for a bit of white on it's tail, um, I don't know what kind they were though. Happy?"

"Very. Now tell me about yourself." He commanded. I didn't object when I found myself telling him,

"Well my name is Mia Block, I live in New York, I moved here two years ago when I met my best friend Taylor who I live with whose a pain in the ass, I'm a photographer, I turned nineteen three days ago, I'm a really simple person when you think about it."

"I see. Do you have a studio?" 

"Yeah but it's small."

"Where is it?"

"Why should I tell you? You could be an old pervert for all I know!"


"How old are you?"

"Nineteen. I have to go but I'll see you soon Mia."

It feels like someone just shut a door in my mind, isolating me; I suddenly feel really sad and lonely.

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