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Title: The Perfect Storm: Chapter 2

Author: LIONLLAMAARMY

Genre: Romance/Drama

Rating: 12& up? I guess...

Warnings: None

Author's Note: *Disclaimer in the description. Sorry this is so short; chapter three will be longer, I promise.

[Chris POV]

Is it sad that I miss a comple stranger? Seriously, it's been about a week since PJ and I's first encounter, and I'm literally dying to meet him again. I've asked both Dan and Chloe if they've seen him around, but they're not even sure if PJ's even attends Uni.

And so I find myself walking towards the metro back to my flat after a long day of work. The mad crowd of people is almost suffocating. I let myself be moved along with the masses, not really paying attention.

I was nearing the tube when someone bumped me with their shoulder. I turn my head to see who it was, and, to my luck, a mop of curls came into view. Haulting my actions, I did my best to push past the crowd to try and catch up with him. Failing to maneuver through the herd of people, I went to my last resort and started shouting PJ's name. He paused for a moment, his head swiveling to find my voice.

I stopped yelling when another boy came rushing up to him. The boy had pitch-black hair and blue eyes that were wide with fear. His lips were trembling with urgency as he spoke to PJ. The boy then ran off to wherever he came from. PJ was about to follow him when I whispered one last weak attempt in hopes of catching his attention.

"Wait..."

PJ turned, and for a brief moment we made eye contact. He had a somber expression as he mouthed an apology before sprinting off to where the other boy disappeared.

Defeated, I exited the metro, for I had missed my train. The bus became my ride home which was a horrible experience to say the least. Why must people who are disease ridden sit pressed up against me? Once I arrived home, most likely with a terminal illness, I face-planted on the sofa. Dan was sitting on the space of furniture that my body was not taking up with his laptop resting on his lap.

"Rough day?" He asked. I responded by mumbling into the sofa. "Can't hear you, mate."

"I said," I started as I lifted my head up. "I saw him."

"Did he ask you out?" Dan asked, his eyebrows raising suggestively. I ignored the gesture as I snatched my backpack that was lying beside the coffee table.

"Quite the contrary," I answered as I dug out my Literature book, curse research projects. "What about you, Dan? Anyone on your radar?"

"Unless you count Maltesers, nope."

I snickered at his answer. To most people Dan Howell is straight. On the contrary, his family, Chloe, and I know him as bisexual. He's more of bi-curious really. Dan's never been with a guy yet, but he's claimed to find men fit. He has dated girls in the past, but all of those relationships turned to rubbish pretty fast. Maybe he just needs to with a guy for a change, or maybe he needs to wait for the right girl to come along. Either way, I wish him the best of luck.

God knows I need it...

"You'll find someone someday, Dan." I mumbled as I stared at the pages, writing some notes down. "And then they can deal with your unhealthy obsession over llamas."

I laughed when Dan fliped me the bird, his eyes never leaving his computer.

[PJ's POV]

My breaths were labored and came out in short pants as I ran. My paws thundered on the ground beneath them. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Derek running beside me on my right and Phil on my left. We continued to run until we came to a small clearing. Derek lowered his snout to the ground, trying to pick up a scent. He then turned his head in every direction before settling his gaze on us.

"Phil, are you sure they're here?" My brother questioned. Clearing he found no traces of what, or rather who, we were looking for.

"Yes! I saw them roaming the edge of our territory!" Phil defended, his blue eyes pleading for us to believe him. Derek still appeared skeptical however.

"Let's cover more ground and split up," I offered, "If one us finds anything just howl."

Mark nodded before taking off in one direction. Phil glanced at me before heading the opposite way. I settled on continuing the original path.

The trespassers we're looking for aren't just a pack whose set foot here by accident or some sort of misunderstanding. No. These are killers - mostly known as the Reapers. This pack consisting entirely of black wovles is known for its brutality, wiping out mutiple territories with flashes of gold and scarlet. They're the reason werewolf numbers are becoming closer and closer to the brink of extinction, not that the world would know anyway.

To put it simlply: they won't stop until blood has been shed.

That's why I came as soon as I could. Despite the fact I had the opportunity to see Chris again, I knew the safety of the pack came first. The three of us have been sent to scope out the area while my father stayed behind with my mother and Lila incase the Reapers decided to ambush the den.

The edge of our territory was in close proximity, and there seems to be no sign of abnormal activity. The trees still whisper as the wind flows through their branches. The water of nearby streams and rivers still play their aquatic symphony. And the critters continue their playful chatter that sounds like foreign squeaks to the ears of others.

Maybe Phil just simply saw a bear earlier, mistaking one vicious animal for another. Doesn't matter if we do find evidence of the Reapers' presence or not. Dad is still going to be on high alert, and he'll expect everyone else to be.

In other words, no more exploring the outside world for me. Nope. I'll have to be on guard at all times now. Becase if the Reapers are here and get ahold of our tiny pack, we'll be done for.

No more seeing Chris that's for sure.

Can't say that I can blame Phil for this; I don't think I could ever throw shade on that boy. His intentions are for a good cause - the survival of the pack.

Besides, it's not like I had a chance with Chris in the first place. Look at me.

I'm a monster...

A failed creation of a devine species...

An abomination...

These thougts have been swirling around my head since the day I found out I was different from everybody else.

I gave the world around me one last sweeping gaze before heading back to the den to see if there was any news of the Reapers' whereabouts.

Little did I know, there were a pair of piercing, firey orbs watching my every move.