— There's something about that butterfly effect theory that keeps you up at night. Your family background was horrible, and growing up faster to leave faster was a hasty choice or a salvation? Did leaving home that night change the course of everything?

Mark Grayson was like an ice picket you knew was still at the door of your childhood home. You wouldn't go back there just to open the door and get hurt.

Maybe it was just that: wrong place at the wrong time. You were just walking home when a cracking sound (like a toy being cut off) stopped you. It was looking to the side that changed everything: you just witnessed a murder.

He was in charge of the case, Detective Grayson (he liked kids, from what you heard). You were scared, sitting in that uncomfortable chair for hours, but you didn't show it. Was he strangely comforting, or were you just needy?

It wasn't the only time you'd seen him. Even if the other times weren't under professional circumstances, nothing sexual had ever happened. Well, until now, apparently.

Coming home from work, you had the slight feeling of being followed. And then, Mark appeared: "just leaving work and thought you might want a ride home."

That's the only reason you were in his car, parked on a deserted street. Well, there was a spot where the streetlight gave off more light, but he parked there. You tried to ignore the thoughts that he did it on purpose, an illusion that he wanted you too.

”There, you’re in.” He said, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts and you swore he was speaking an octave lower. You better get out of this car.

But first, one thing: Mark Grayson is a wolf in disguise.