I don't know why I decided to come here but I found myself coming here anyway. To say I'm surprised that I remember the way to his house would be an understatement. That is the least of my surprise. On my way to his house, I felt something heavy on my fingers. And when I looked down. I saw long claws that looks sharper than razors and knives. I ran to the elevator acting all awkward hoping no one would see.

People may have seen and thought it to be normal, this is New York after all. And now I'm here, face to face with the handsome stranger I had sex with last night and I thought if I'm coming here unconsciously then that means he has something to do with all these changes I have been seeing for the past hour.

Here I am standing in front of him, stunned at not just the beauty of his face and abs but his eyes they're no longer light brown (Even though those are beautiful too) they're emerald green and they're glowing. And that's not the strangest part, the strangest part is that I can read his mind. At least I think I am. I am

He's so fucking beautiful

How is this possible?

What have I done?

I'm not sure if I did this.

The last part made me escape from my trance.

"What? Of course, you did this. You scratched my back so viciously last night and I'm sure you have these." I show him the claws and he just swallows, he's still shocked.

"After I left I saw the scratch and then next thing, it's gone, and I shoved my ex-boyfriend so hard with power that I didn't know I had. I was jumping from building to building, I could hear what people were saying from afar. Oh and..." I laugh. "That's not even the worst part. Before that, I was shot."

"Oh my God, are you okay?"

"That's the thing. I am okay because I was shot in my chest I remember the pain but when I looked, it was not there. There was no sign that I was shot, and I..." I stop to breathe and when I think of the possibility, a shiver goes down my spine. "I think I died." I look away from the floor and then at him. "But that's absurd, you can't die and come back to life unless the doctors zap you with that electric machine thing"

Max looks away almost like he knows something I don't, and if he does know something then he should speak.

"You're a werecat," he says and I look at him more confused than ever.

"What? A what? What are you saying?"

He sighs. "All the things you've described yourself doing are the attributes of a werecat. A supernatural creature, a descendant of Bastet. Bastet is an Egyptian Goddess who fell in love with a human and then gave birth to werecats. Half humans half gods. These creatures have abilities no normal person has. Speed, agility, super strength, super hearing, quick reflexes, sharp vision and nine lives."

I look at him in awe, thinking he must be insane, he must be insane.

"Oh, and our race was cursed by a witch because our ancestors caused chaos to other humans. Our ancestors were always at war with the werewolves, the descendants of Anubis. And that war caused a lot of hurt to humans around the world so a witch cursed both our races.

"The wercats shall become slaves to the crescent moon and the werewolves shall become slaves to the full moon. So the song goes I don't know, my mom used to sing it to me but I've forgotten."

I'm staring at him, with my jaw on the floor and my eyes widened. I rush over to the couch and I sit on it. I cannot believe what I'm hearing. This can't be real, this has to be a joke, or a prank or something. No, what kind of prank is this? This isn't a prank, it has to be something else. But what? What can explain having claws, and nine lives and jumping from building to building so effortlessly?

"Oh and also." Max walks closer to me. Good, there's more.

"I- I think you're my mate."

I look at him and I get up. "What?"

"Uh, you're my mate. In our race, the wild beast within us chooses who will be compatible for us and my cat chose you, yours chose me." He smiles and of course, he's smiling because all this is amusing to him.

"Is this something to be smiling about? I'm freaking out right now and all you can think about is if your wildcat has chosen someone to fuck?"

"No, it's... it's not just about fucking it's a deeper connection, lust, love and everything that has to do with the human emotions but bigger."

"Wow," I say nodding my head.

"Look your claws are gone," he says, still smiling. Anyway, I shouldn't blame him he's not the one in this strange position and from the looks of things he was born like this. I wasn't.

"Your claws come up when you feel threatened, excited, angry or scared. And it goes away when you're a little bit calm, and since my explanation, you're feeling calm right about now. But my question is, how are you a werecat? You were human when I met you."

I give him a look.

"That's what I'm here to know, what did you do to me?"

"I don't remem- wait, the scratch, but it's a myth and it has never worked."

"What's a myth? What has never worked?"

"Turning of humans into werecats, there have been rumours that it can be done through biting the human or scratching them but a lot of werecats have tried that and it either just kills them or leaves a mark."

"So why am I an exception?"

"I don't know." He says looking me up and down. I don't know if he's doing that to use style to check me out or if he genuinely wants to understand me. "You are special, and ever since I saw you in that club I knew you were special." He says in a low voice and I roll my eyes.

"Special, I don't want to be special. I just want to live my life, I already have a lot of problems and now I have this? Ugh." I stand up and I walk away.

"Where are you going?"

"Away from all this, away from you." I press the elevator button to leave.

"Wait, but we have to go through this together, you don't have to go through this alone."

I don't answer him, I just hop into the elevator and he runs to meet me.

"Please," he says but I look away from him with folded arms. The elevator door closes. I can't stay here. I'm going to a place where I can easily clear my mind and that's the club and I'm going to spend a whole day there. Fuck all this shit.

So hours have passed and I'm trying to get drunk but nothing, nothing's happening. I feel the thrill when I take alcohol but nothing else, the music is making me feel more than what alcohol is giving me. Why is that? What has that guy done to me?

He cannot break me, I don't care if we're mates or whatever I am still going to be hooking up with other guys and I've kissed like six in the past hour but only one was good at kissing. Ugh, Max is a better kisser than him and those other guys. But I don't want to think about him, I didn't come here to think about him. I came here to forget but nothing's happening.

A lot has happened since yesterday and it's all happening so fast, first I get cheated on, I find someone to fuck and that person turns me into a wildcat or whatever the fuck.

Ugh. I'm leaving.

Maybe a good night's rest will do good. So I walk out of the club and I head home, but then I think of going to Max's house because I don't want to meet Elijah. I'm afraid I might gut him with my claws or something.

This is all so bizarre.

It's currently one am and I'm headed to my house. I don't care if Elijah is there, he's probably asleep he's not a night owl anyway. So I'm headed home, maybe if I wake up I'll realize it's all just a dream. Who the fuck am I kidding? This is no dream, this is real. And I'm so cooked.

On my way home in the almost quiet street, I feel a sudden twinkle, a shiver, a warning. It comes to me so quickly.

I turn around as fast as possible and I gasp when I see I'm surrounded by people in masks. One point what looks like a gold sword at me.

"Time to meet your end, you abomination." the man in the mask says and I just stand there in fear.