CHAPTER ONE

I had always been a kind and loving high school girl, with a heart full of love for everyone around me. Growing up in a small town, I was surrounded by friends and family who cherished me for my gentle nature and big heart.

My parents are loving and supportive, and they always encouraged me to follow my dreams and pursue what made me happy. They instilled in me the values of kindness and empathy, which I carried with me throughout my life.

I grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other, and I had a close group of friends who were like family to me. We would often hang out together, share our dreams and aspirations, and support each other through tough times. My friends were my source of strength and motivation, and I loved them dearly.

As for school, I always enjoyed going to class and learning new things. I had a natural curiosity and thirst for knowledge, and I loved exploring different subjects and ideas. I excelled in my studies and was always eager to challenge myself and take on new academic pursuits. Overall, my life was happy and fulfilling, and I felt blessed to have so many wonderful people around me.

It was in this town that I met Ethan, a handsome and charming young man who swept me off my feet.

I remember the day I first met Ethan. It was a sunny day, and I was walking back from school. I saw him leaning against his car, and I couldn't help but notice his striking features. His black hair was perfectly styled, and his blue eyes sparkled in the sun. He had an easy smile that made me feel at ease.

"Hey, do you need a ride?" he called out to me.

I hesitated for a moment, but something about him felt safe. "Sure, thank you," I replied, feeling grateful.

As I got into his car, Ethan introduced himself, and we started chatting. We talked about everything from school to our dreams and aspirations. I felt like I had found someone who understood me.

Over the next few weeks, Ethan and I started hanging out more. We would go on walks, grab lunch together, and just spend time getting to know each other. He was attentive, caring, and always made me feel loved. I felt like I had found my soulmate.

At first, Ethan seemed like the perfect boyfriend. He was attentive, caring, and always made me feel loved. We would spend hours talking about our hopes and dreams, and I felt like I had found my soulmate. But as time went on, things started to change. Ethan became possessive and controlling, and I found myself constantly trying to appease him.

"Scarlett, where were you? I've been trying to call you all day," he would say, his voice tinged with anger.

"I was just hanging out with my friends," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm.

"I don't like you hanging out with other guys. You're mine, Scarlett. I don't want anyone else to have you," he said, his grip tightening on my hand.

I remember feeling a wave of fear wash over me. This wasn't the Ethan I had fallen in love with. But I didn't want to lose him, so I tried to ignore the warning signs.

As time went on, I noticed a shift in Ethan's behavior towards me. He would become angry and jealous at the slightest provocation, and his possessiveness started to suffocate me. He would constantly monitor my every move, questioning who I was with and what I was doing.

Initially, I tried to brush it off, thinking it was just a phase and that things would get better. But his controlling nature only grew worse, and he started to distance me from my friends and family. Ethan would often tell me that they were jealous of our love and didn't want us to be happy together. I was so blinded by my love for him that I didn't see the warning signs.

Slowly, but surely, Ethan was cutting me off from the outside world. He would tell me what to wear, where to go, and who to talk to. I was so in love with him that I didn't realize what was happening until it was too late.

As the days passed, my relationship with Ethan became more and more suffocating. I felt like I was living in a nightmare, trapped in a relationship that I couldn't escape. I tried to talk to him about how I was feeling, but he would just get angry and accuse me of not loving him enough. It was like he had two different personalities, one moment he would be loving and caring, the next he would turn into a possessive monster.

I was terrified of leaving him because he had convinced me that I couldn't survive without him. He would constantly tell me that no one else would love me like he did, and that I was lucky to have him. I felt trapped and alone, like no one understood what I was going through.

The argument with Ethan had been brewing for days. It started off as a simple disagreement, but quickly escalated into a full-blown fight. I couldn't even remember what had sparked the argument, all I knew was that I was tired of constantly trying to appease him.

"You never listen to me, Scarlett!" Ethan yelled, his face turning red with anger. "You always do whatever you want, without even considering how it affects me!"

"That's not true, Ethan," I replied, my own frustration rising. "I always try to take your feelings into account, but I can't just ignore my own needs and desires."

Ethan's eyes narrowed as he took a step closer to me. "You know what the problem is, Scarlett? You're too selfish. You only care about yourself, and you don't care how your actions affect anyone else."

I shook my head in disbelief. How could he say such things? I had always tried to be considerate and empathetic towards others, but Ethan was making it seem like I was some kind of monster.

"That's not true, Ethan," I said firmly. "I care about you, and I care about our relationship. But I can't keep sacrificing my own happiness just to make you happy."

Ethan just scoffed. "You're just making excuses, Scarlett. The truth is, you don't love me enough to put in the effort."

That was it. That was the final straw. I couldn't believe he was twisting my words and making me out to be the bad guy. I needed to get away from him, to clear my head and figure out what to do next.

So I left. I didn't tell him where I was going, I just grabbed my jacket and headed out into the woods. I walked for what felt like hours, trying to calm my racing thoughts and come up with a plan.

The forest was always my sanctuary, a place where I could escape from the pressures of school and my tumultuous relationship with Ethan. I wandered aimlessly, lost in thought as I tried to sort out my feelings.

As I started to head back towards town, I heard a low growl that made my blood run cold. I turned around to see Ethan standing there with a group of people I didn't recognize. At first, I thought they were just some of his friends, but then I noticed their eyes. They glinted in the darkness, reflecting the moonlight like a predator's.

"What's going on, Ethan?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

But he didn't answer. Instead, he just stood there, his eyes fixed on me with a look that chilled me to the bone. I could see the hatred in his gaze, a stark contrast to the warmth and love that I had once seen there.

Suddenly, one of the other people with him stepped forward, and I could see that their eyes were yellow and their features were twisted and feral. They were werewolves.

My heart was pounding so hard that I could feel it in my throat. I tried to back away, but they closed in around me. Ethan moved closer, his expression twisted with rage and something darker.

"Let me go, Ethan," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't you."

My heart pounded in my chest as I watched Ethan approach me with a look of pure hatred in his eyes. His once-handsome face was twisted with anger and malice, and I could feel the fear spreading through my body like wildfire.

I knew of his obsession with werewolves. Ethan had always been fascinated by the supernatural, and we had spent countless hours talking about the myths and legends surrounding werewolves. I had indulged his fantasies, playing along with his games and allowing him to act out his fantasies. But I never thought that he would take it this far.

As he got closer, I tried to reason with him, begging him to let me go. "Ethan, please," I pleaded, my voice trembling. "This isn't you. You're not a monster."

But he just sneered at me, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "You should have known better," he spat, his voice filled with venom. And then he lunged at me, his fingers elongating into razor-sharp claws.

I stumbled back, my heart racing as I tried to escape his grasp. But Ethan was too fast, too strong. He pinned me to the ground, his hot breath on my face as he prepared to strike.

In that moment, I knew that I was facing a monster. The man I had fallen in love with was gone, replaced by a vicious creature consumed by his own desires. And I knew that I had to fight for my life.

I could feel their his hot breath on my skin as he breath on my face, his claws and teeth glinting in the moonlight. Fear consumed me, but it was quickly replaced by anger. How could Ethan do this to me? How could he betray the love we once shared like this?

I didn't want to die. I didn't want to become a victim of Ethan's twisted fantasies. With a surge of adrenaline, I shouted, hoping that someone would hear me, and suddenly everything became blank.

What had just happened to me?