4. Complications

The next several mornings they continued to spend time together before work. By this time they had become very comfortable with one another. Eventually, it was a planned event to meet for breakfast and walk and talk work. It was something he looked forward to each day.
Their topics were very broad, and fast paced, since they had very limited time during the day to talk. Only in the mornings and sometimes during breaks could they sit down and share a conversation. Only so many minutes to use up. But each day, they never ran out of things to talk about. Andrew almost lost his voice the first week, he had never talked so much.
Rabeka remained shy and reserved, but she did open up a lot more than he expected. Their were unlimited surprises in this human. There were days however that she almost never talked, almost like something was bothering her. He never dared to ask what the issue was.
Today just like any other day, it was break hour during work. Andrew had gone to get a sandwich from the vending machines. Normally he would quietly and secretly dig into his dark Tupperware box to chow on some raw meat when nobody was looking, but lately Rabeka join him for lunch time. They would quickly eat their food and stand around talking about how the day had been so far, and then pick up where they left off the last time. Needless to say, he was left very hungry every day after work, but it was worth it to spend time with her each day.
Even though though getting to know Rabeka was the highlight of his day, Andrew wasn't sure what was happening with all of this, or where it was going. He constantly reminded himself of the danger he was getting into. He was spending too much time with this human. She was making the mistake of getting involved, but yet, it was nice to have a real friend, and she seemed to need a friend. For for the first time he cared.
Every night, Andrew would sit in his living room writing his thoughts in his journal. It was the only way he could analyze everything and relax. His journal was his refuge. His journal was the only thing from his past he kept. Werewolves kept journals, or “legends” as they are so prominently called, were the keys to a werewolf packs survival in the human world. Each generation handed down would read the entry's from their ancestors, and learn the things they did to ensure their families protection. Andrew read the journals of his parents and his grandparents, which is part of the reason he disagreed with his family.
Andrew wasn't sure who he had to pass his journal on to, but he knew he'd make sure it was different from all the rest. Happy memories of his happy life, and nothing like his old pack. The ramblings of a werewolf would sure make for an entertaining read.
Writing about Rabeka was the only peace he found now. It was the only thing his journal entry's were about. Life was simple and organized before Rabeka came along, but now, Andrew's world was turning upside down. He used to have a strict bedtime at 10pm, but lately he had no desire to sleep. He used to get his daily intake of meat, but she was around him so much during the day he never had the chance and would be starving by the time he would get home. Now all that changed. He could only think about Rabeka, this human with such prose and integrity.
This fascination he knew would only lead to trouble, but this wasn't some new habit. Andrew had always been fascinated with humans—sneaking out at night to sleep over and lying about his job so he could attend a human high school. It was a problem, and part of the reason he was in the situation he was now. He thought learned his lesson before.
Andrew was going against what he disciplined himself to avoid for so long, as if none of it mattered. He couldn't even handle being friends with a human, and what he had with Rabeka was much more than just friendship.
What am I doing to myself? What does all this mean? But, he knew what was happening. He had feelings for Rabeka, which was dangerous. Not only was his secret in danger, potentially so was her life.
He also discovered another problem with being friends; he was running out of lies. There wasn't much left to talk about himself. Most of it was the truth, except for his beastly part and his past. Their conversations would roll onto life before New York, back to high school, college, childhood, things that Andrew never really had. Well, nothing normal at least. When the topic of 'where are you from' and family life came up, he told her that his parents died in a car accident and lived with an foster family, until he was old enough to move out. Partially true. He did stay with a foster family for a while.
The less Rabeka knew the better, but she was a very curious person. Most questions he could handle without a problem, and so far all his answers were very convincing. But Rabeka was no idiot. She was smart. She would pry into little situations and catch all the details. She would remember everything! One slip and Andrew would find himself in a whole heap of trouble.
Even though he sounded convincing most of time, she knew something wasn't right with him. Lying used to be second nature to him. Everywhere he went he lied. He didn't do it because he was some compulsive jerk, but because he needed his secret kept safe. But he would fabricate so much of the truth. He wouldn't brag about it, but it was part of his survival technique. Sometimes it was even fun. However, it wasn't fun with Rabeka. He wanted so much for the first time to tell the truth. She was the hardest person to lie to.
Even though it was a pain in the neck to manage, he truly enjoyed spending time with each her. Andrew now joked, If I had a tail, it would be wagging. It was as if Rabeka was just another part of his life now. He can't even remember what life was like before she came.
Unfortunately, this friendship drew more a lot of unwanted attention to himself, as well as Rabeka. Coworkers started to notice them being together and he could feel a great deal of vibes coming from the jealous males. Even some of the females were jealous. One employee asked if they were boyfriend/girlfriend. Sadly no, but they didn't believe him. In order for that to happen, an essential ritual needed to take place first—a date.
Andrew thought about asking her out several times during their conversations. He knew he would eventually, but needless to say, he was a coward. He had never been on a date before in his whole life, and wasn't even sure what to do should a girl actually say yes. The only dating advice he'd received was from movies and television.
Why would anyone want to date me? he always thought. Even while in the pack this concerned him. It was a valid question. He wasn't that interesting. He did merit fine features that women considered good looking. At least to himself. He knew a great deal of woman looked at him with that sort of 'he's hot' look. He even heard a group of girls huddled that called him a 'hunk.' Even though it was awkward, the smell of hormones around those females was quite pleasant—one of the finest smells a woman can produce.
However, given the fact that several women in the office liked him, this taught him that he might have a chance. But the reality was, he was probably the last person anyone would want to date. Oh sure, a conversation about him being a  werewolf would sure be a treat for the ladies. He knew for sure, Rachel in the office had the biggest crush of them all, and made her sentiments known several times. She would show up to work with a low cut shirt, tight skirt, and the most seductive perfume Andrew had ever smelled. She would walk by his desk with strokes like a model, giving a wink or two in his direction. It was horrible. She tried so hard to win his affection, which only made it more entertaining. Andrew didn't delight in turning her down on a regular basis, but to hear the woman quarrel over him was hilarious. Women are so complicated, though, he thought.
Andrew played the thoughts through his mind about what Rabeka might say should he ask her out, let alone, bring the subject of dating up at all in their conversations. It wouldn't be too hard to squeeze it in. They had been spending so much time with each other, they practically were dating. She's probably just being nice to me because I'm her boss...
Oh damn. I'm her boss! This would make a big difference as to whether or not he'd have a chance now. That and he couldn't remember if there was a rule against it at work or not. The last couple to date in the office had a horrible break up too. He tried to remain optimistic. Its just one date. What could it possibly lead to? But there lies the true danger of dating. If she got too close, He'd have to push her away. I can't let her find out my secret. He knew above all, his secret was more important than a pseudo love life. But... what if I trusted her enough with it? No. If I want to do this right, I can't screw up. Maybe we can go and date like a normal couple and she'll never have to know what I am.
Andrew shook off his feelings. One step at a time. Rabeka seemed like a very sophisticated woman, who would probably out of the kindness of her heart say 'yes' to a date invitation.
One thing is for sure, he knew he had a better chance than anyone else she knew. In fact, she didn't know anyone else, she was a loner, like him, so he was pretty certain she wasn't seeing anyone. They hadn't discussed relationships or anything yet, but he knew that if she was dating someone, she wouldn't be hanging around him. He figured soon he'll gather the courage to ask her on a quick, innocent date.
The thought kept him calm as he finished his thoughts in his journal. His last sentence wrote, “Tomorrow, I'll ask her on  a date.”Andrew had more self-confidence now. He put the book down on the coffee table and walked up the stairs, turning off the lights as he passed. Hopefully now he could get some sleep, and let his thoughts rest.
Lately he had stopped worrying about his past and his nightmares stopped. They were now replaced with pleasant dreams. As he walked up he thought about himself and Rabeka and how would they both benefit from knowing each other? He had a plan to find out. Andrew fit the pieces together as he brushed his teeth and made an attempt to make his bed with one hand. He knew something was big was coming, and for better or worse, it wasn't going to stop.
He fought for this life, he only gets one chance for anything. Once to get it right. Dating shouldn't be some impossible obstacle. He knew he couldn't sit around thinking 'what if?' He had to take control of his own destiny. Tomorrow he sounded the word in his head. Tomorrow was the perfect day to do it—he would gather the courage and ask her out. Seriously, why wait? There was no need to wait. Seize the day. She hadn't given him any reason not to.
Andrew smiled as he pulled back the covers and crawled in. He gave a small howl of excitement as he lay thinking about his plan. I must make it special. After work, before she leaves, I'll ask her.

Ironically, the day he chose to make his move, was the day everything started to fall apart.
It started out a normal day. Andrew woke up, worked out, showered, and got dressed. What made this morning different was that he actually made an effort to pay attention to style, such as his clothes and hair. That was the hardest part. “Worse than a wolves pelt” his mother always told him.
He pulled out and slipped on a slimming pair of nice blue faded jeans, by far his most expensive pair, and a blue button down striped shirt. He loosened his collar and smoothed out the wrinkles. He fiddled with a tie for a while before throwing it on the other side of the room out of frustration. He was never taught how to tie a Windsor. In fact, Werewolves very rarely dressed up. Formal attire usually meant anthro form.
He looked in the mirror and half smirked as he examined his hair. There was a slight calic in the back of his head. He growled as he wet a comb and brushed it down. No luck. He took a second and stared at the scissors and thought of the the damage he could do. He gave in and snipped a few pieces off until it looked even.
Finally after almost twenty minutes of getting ready, he smiled at his efforts. His goal was to give a soft, inviting feel. He looked over at a magazine by the bathroom door. There was a cover with 'Brad Pitt' on the front. He looked back at himself in the mirror and growled. He was no Brad Pitt. I'm Andrew, he told himself, forcing a large grin.
“I'm better than Brad Pitt. I could rip his head off.” He said softly, in a mild intimidating voice. He smiled at the thought. Strength is about the only successful talent he has.
Other thoughts drifted back into his head from the night before. Thoughts of how this would play out, what she would say, her reaction, and more importantly, his reaction. He wasn't sure how he would react to rejection. He couldn't image himself making a big deal though. Andrew wasn't an angry person. The only time he ever gets angry is the thought of his pack and his friends death and when his favorite football team loses.
He left the apartment nervous as ever. This was his first time, and he wasn't sure how he would do it. He didn't want to blurt it out when he saw her, or act any different than he usually would, he would gradually work his way into it. His hands shook all the way to the café.
Once he arrived, he stood outside. You can do this, he thought. You are confident, you're an OK guy, she obviously likes you enough to walk and talk to you every day, so she can't hate you. You've got a good chance.
He walked through the doors confident and ready to go, but after all his efforts, she wasn't there.
He knew without looking. Usually ever morning he could smell her just as strong as the food. He sniffed again just in case. There was no sign of her ever being here.
He walked around the cafe and in the back, but still no sign or smell of her. She hadn't been here at all yet today.
He walked up to the counter where Tabitha was giving him an inviting smile as always.
“Good mornin' hun, the usual?” She asked, her smile took up most of her face.
“Um, yeah.” He said, still looking around for Rabeka. Tabitha caught his emotions.a
“Somethin' wrong hun?”
“Have you seen Rabeka this morning?” It didn't hurt to ask.
“Oh, you mean that pretty little red head girl you always spend time an awful lot of time with?” She said, giving a wink.
“Yep, that's her.” He gave a faint smile back. He was worried.
“Nope, can't say that I have. Sorry hun. But I've noticed, you've two been getting pretty serious aren'tcha?”
“I guess we are.” He said, the thought made him grin.
“Ooooh I see it in you, you like that girl.”
Andrew began blushing. “Yes, and in fact, I was going to ask her on a date tonight.”
“Ooh bless me! Oh do tell me how that goes. I'm sure, by the way she's been eying you in here, she'll say yes, or you get a week of free breakfast.”
Andrew laughed. “Really? You are on Tabitha.”
She laughed back handing him his regular breakfast order.
“Good luck.” She said, giving out a large laugh again.
Andrew smiled as he bit into his bagel, he was still nervous. What if she wasn't here? All my efforts for nothing?
Andrew crossed the street to the office. He hoped she would be there. Already his morning wasn't going the way it was supposed to.
He smelled every inch of his walk and elevator ride. No scent at all. Even when he walked in the office, still nothing.
He rushed off the elevator to catch a glance of her desk. It was empty. He  passed her desk, sniffing closely. Still nothing. It wasn't fresh at all, just left over scent from yesterday.  
“Hi Andrew.” A high pitched frilly sound came from behind him as he was walking by, breaking his concentration. It was Rachel.
“Oh, hi Rachel.”
“Hey, how's your morning, I didn't see Rabeka with you.”
Of course she would notice that.
“Yeah, have you seen her this morning?”
“No.” She said quickly. “So, what are your plans for this weekend?”
Andrew paused. Did she know or something? “Um, I have... a thing. Maybe. I don't know yet.” Andrew tried not to make eye contact with her, give her the hint that he was not interested.
“Have you seen Phil, is he here?”
“He just got here.” She said, pointing him out. She gave a large inviting smile but Andrew stood up and walked over to Phil without noticing. He could feel her frustration on his back as he walked. He hoped she wouldn't be there to annoy him when he got back.
“Phil.” He called him.
“Oh, hey Andrew. I have those client lists you asked for.”
“That's great. Hey, have you heard from Rabeka at all today, she's not here.”
He thought for a moment and looked around the office. “No I haven't.”
That's strange, she didn't even call Phil. Usually when employees are sick or need to miss work, they are supposed to call Phil or me. Now Andrew was very worried.
He continued to ask other employees if they had heard from her. “Maybe she is sick?” They guessed. But she would have called in. It's part of the rules. But why would she risk getting fired? No phone call, no E-mail, nothing.
Andrew went the whole work day not knowing where she was. He knew her pretty well by this time, and from the past few months in their conversations, it was not like her to ditch work for no reason. She was a very responsible person, and she had grown to love work now, and enjoyed coming each day.
By the time lunch hour arrived, he couldn't take the pressure. The butterflies in his stomach were eating him alive, and now Andrew discovered a new problem; he was overprotective of her. Werewolves tend to 'mark' their social territory. But when that person isn't within their reach, they get very antsy. Married and courting werewolves did this, and he saw many fights and even deaths erupt from this. Andrew began to notice this today worrying about Rabeka, but he didn't want to be like that. He tried very hard to let other things occupy his thoughts.
He couldn't take it.
He went against his better judgment and looked up her cell and home phone number. He had never called a woman before, not casually. It was weird, and awkward, but he knew if he didn't, curiosity would eat him alive.
His hands were shaking as the rings went by. Finally a message. “Hi, you've reached Rabeka, I'm either at work or my phone is away from me, so leave me a message, and I'll get back with you”—he hung up. He tried her cell phone, same message.
Great, he wined. No answer on either. What to do now?

After work, he gathered his things quickly and ran out of the office before anyone could bother him. He spotted Rachel down in the lobby. Andrew walked quickly past her. Luckily she wasn't paying attention and he snuck out without her seeing. No distractions now, I have a mission. He thought.
Andrew walked briskly down the streets to her apartment. It was about the same length as his apartment. It was very easy to find. He couldn't trace any scent of her on the outside of the building. Did she not leave home today? He thought, as he inspected the apartment complex. It wasn't very inviting, but it was simple. Pretty small for New York City. Maybe only 4 apartments in it. It was very plain, like a large white wall with a balcony obnoxiously stuck out on the right. Andrew was rather surprised someone as classy as Rabeka would live in such a place.
He walked in the door, and up a large staircase. There was a short hallway and a window, and the first door on the left, 1A, easy to find.
Her scent was strong in this area. But he could tell she hadn't left her apartment. The strongest scent he caught of her all day was behind her door. There were several other smells in the air from the other tenants as well.
Andrew approached her door. The smell of flesh on the door handle was still fresh, but it wasn't just hers. She had to be home or maybe he just missed her. The smells were making him sick. Too much scenting for one day.
He stood at the door for a few seconds, listening as hard as he could with his perfect ears. He couldn't hear anything specific. He could hear loud music down the hall from another apartment. It was irritating him. A small thought entered his mind about going over and ripping out their speakers.
After several seconds of staring at the door, he finally knocked. No answer. He scented again as hard as his wolf senses would let him. Finally, he caught her presence and knew she was home. No hiding now. But why wasn't she answering her door? Maybe she is sick. So sick she couldn't leave or call or do anything.
He continued to stand staring at the door. What now?
“Rabeka, are you there? It's Andrew.” His voice finally kicked in, almost against his will. It was firm and concerned. He knocked again more loudly. The echo annoyingly rang in the hall. The music even stopped.
His eyes lightened up. He knew Rabeka was behind the door. Her sent filled his nostrils. It was pleasant, the first pleasant smell he had all morning. It relaxed him, but it wasn't the same as the times before. It was her, but there was something else. A rancid smell; stress, sweat... and blood.
Andrew stared up at the peep hole and smiled, hoping that she was looking. He couldn't see anything, but he knew she had to be doing something while standing there. She was right there. It was as if her breath had moved through the door.
She didn't make a sound. Is she avoiding me? He thought, almost offended. Did she not trust me or something? The thought made him sink back. He leaned his head to the door once more. He could hear her breathing and... crying.
Something was wrong.
He stared at the door once more, thinking of what to do or say.
He decided to pretend to talk to himself. “Well, dang, where is she? I hope she's alright.” That might have been too cheesy he thought.
As soon as he turned to walk away, just as he anticipated, one of the locks unlatched on the door. It begin to slowly open. Andrew turned around and half her face was looking through the door. Her make up was smeared with tears. Oh no.
Andrew swallowed and forced a kind smile. “Hey, I was worried about you today. Are you OK?”
She nodded slowly. She moved the door closer to her face, as if hiding something.“What do you need?” She spoke softy. Her voice sounded horse.
He lifted his eyebrows in confusion. That wasn't the response he expected.
“Well, nothing, I just wanted to know if you are Ok.”
“I'm sick.” She shot quickly.
He gave a non-obvious sniff in her direction to check. It was a lie. Her breath was clear and free from bacteria. There was no illness in her at all, at least not that he could smell. He knew the smell of sickness, each disease had a unique fowl odor. He could diagnose someone quicker than a doctor just by smelling them. Rabeka was not sick, however, her heart beat was fast. Very fast. She was nervous. Something was wrong, whether physical or something else.
“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.” He said, coming closer. She backed away once more. Now the only thing in view was her eyes.
“No big deal.” She said again, not making eye contact.
Why was she lying? Was she trying to push me away for some reason? Did I do something wrong? But, why would she miss work just to avoid me. He recapped the last few days to try to remember catching anything he might had said, or as to whether something was seriously bothering her. He couldn't remember a thing, so it couldn't be him.
“Do you need me to get medicine or anything for you?” He pushed. He knew the answer.
She smiled. “No thank you, I just think I need to stay in bed.”
“Why didn't you call?” He asked, paying close attention to her facial expression and tone. She was good at lying, even though he could see right past her. Any normal human would have fallen for this.
“I forgot.” Again, a quick short answer. Is she in a hurry?
Suddenly another scent took over. It was the smell of another human, and it was in the room with her. It was foul. Whoever it was, his heart beat was slow, and his breath was heavy. Was it a lover? Someone unwelcome?
Rabeka's eyes glazed with a serious, sorrowful look. Andrew got closer, gazing as deep as he could, to try to intimidate her. He didn't want to, but he was tired of the lies.
“Well, is someone with you?” He said, lowering his voice to a serious tone.
Her eyes lit up. She was saying something to him. He was sure. She was trying so hard to hold back tears. Her eyes were already tired from crying, he could tell. She swallowed hard. Let me know what's wrong, Andrew begged with his eyes, giving as many hints as he could with his facial expression.
“No.” She finally answered, but this time, a much slower response.
It was a lie. '
Why was she lying? he thought. Is she hurt? Or was she with another lover, not wanting to make it awkward. But... why would she be crying? She's not even dating me, why would she care? He analyzed hard in his mind for the next few seconds as she grew anxious in the door way. She felt the presence get closer to  her. A small growl was ready in his throat, ready to rip out.
He sniffed past the door. It was a man. He couldn't see him or hear him, only smell his foul odor. Andrew tried hard to catch any more detail, but he was being to quiet and calm. His eyes shifted from hers to behind her. She caught on, making her eyes light up even more. She moved her eyes in the way of his view.
He met her eyes finally, giving a smile as best he could without letting the growl escape his throat.
“Well, OK, I'm just worried because you didn't show up for work today without any call. I didn't want you to get fired for no good reason.” Leverage, he joked. She stared down at the ground. “I guess, you want me to let Phil know?” Andrew said, pretending to give up. He wouldn't give up, no way, not now.
She nodded, moving closer inside.
Andrew nodded and backed away, pretending to smile again. His hands balled into fists. He could have crushed an apple with his bare hands if there was one there. How could she put herself in such danger and not have me help her? What is wrong with her?
“Alright, let me know if you need anything OK? Promise me?” he asked, making it obvious with his eyes and expression that he knew something was up, and he wasn't about to give up.
She nodded again and slammed the door.
As soon as it did, Andrew rushed to the door, his ears flat against it. His nose heavy with smell. Now that he was out of the picture, he was sure he could hear everything now. They couldn't stay quiet forever. Whoever was in the room was very silent before, now he can hear and feel his every movement.
The man took her away from the door and from what it sounded like, forced her to sit down on a chair.
“Who was that?” The other voice spoke. He asked with force, but still quiet. It was a dark husky voice, like the kind you'd hear a mob gangster have. His accent gave him away more than he knew.
“A guy... some guy I know at work.” She said, her voice shaking.
“Not a very smart guy if you ask me, poking his nose into our little business.” He grumbled.
Business? Andrew asked himself. Oh Rabeka, what have you done?
She began to cry. This reassured that she didn't like this situation whatever it was.
Her pain got to Andrew, his darn protectiveness. His anger started to rage. He growled out loud. He didn't care if they heard or not, but he toned it down.
Andrew thought about bursting through the door and ripping the mans jugular, but he had to show restraint. He didn't know the situation and needed more information.
“Your not a smart woman.” He continued. “You could have saved us a whole lot of trouble, and yourself. But no, you had to be a little coward and run. You think you could run away from us?”
The hair raised on Andrews neck. His fangs wanted to sheath down, but he clenched. He couldn't expose himself so soon, or at all. This was dangerous.
I shouldn't have come here, he thought.
Andrew continued to listen. The man was pacing the room. He couldn't tell if the man had a weapon or not, so he wasn't sure what danger she was in. He could very well have a knife or gun and he wouldn't know it.
Andrew decided if at any moment he knew Rabeka's life was truly at stake, he would barge in. If not, he knew he couldn't get involved in her personal business. But this was different. This was serious.
The man continued to talk, insulting and threatening her. Andrew hadn't understood what the man wanted. Why was he even there in the first place? He sounds like he knows Rabeka personally.
Suddenly the man walked towards the door. He was ready to leave. Andrew stood back, but kept his ear turned towards the door. He needed all the information he could get.
“He wants his money by Friday. You don't have it, you better make your peace with God.”
The door knob turned. Andrew jumped back around the corner as the skinny man walked out. Andrew felt his eyes glow with fury as he watched from around the corner as the man casually walked down the stairs.
Andrew went to the door again. He heard a thudding sound and the sounds of Rabeka balling.  This infuriated him. He wanting so badly to hold her and comfort her, but she couldn't know he was there. He knew had to stay out of it, but it didn't mean he had to ignore it.
Andrew glared down the stairwell, his eyes glowing.
I must pursue.
Andrew ran down the stairs, he already knew the man had a head start, but his scent was easy to follow.
He turned the corner of the apartment door outside. He saw the man walking fast down the street, heading deeper into the busier part of town.
Andrew followed his every step, becoming more and more familiar to his scent. The taste was fowl. He wreaked of cigarettes and drugs Good, those smells are easier to recognize and track. Andrew hadn't had much experience with tracking, but he knew enough. Humans were easier to track than animals. He would follow as long as it took. He felt like catching up to him and ripping his face apart, but he needed to get to the bottom of this, and killing him wouldn't help.
He stopped at an intersection waiting for the crosswalk to be clear. Andrew stood between him and a large crowd. He got a good view of him then. He was tall, much taller than Andrew, with long greased black curly hair pulled back into a pony tail. His face looked mad, like he was born with hate; thin eyebrows permanently pointing down, as if glaring was all he had ever done. His eyes had no color, just a dark black hole. He was very tan with wrinkled skin. He was easily in his late thirties or early forties, but with the amount of drugs he had been on, and the decay effects from it, there was no telling how old the man was.
Andrew moved closer to through the crowd, trying not to get too close. He wasn't sure if he saw him through the peep whole or not, he didn't want to get caught.
Andrew noticed a small symbol on his leather jacket. It was the silhouette of a crow perched on a knife. There was french writing surrounding it. The man reached back in his pocket for a lighter and then reach again to grab his box of cigarettes.
Good, smoke, Andrew thought. It will only make your scent more obvious.
Andrew found himself hating him more than anything. He glared daggers into the back of his head as the man lit his cigarette. He took a large puff and blew it out slow. The man looked like he didn't have a care in the world. Like threatening a young girl was his daily job. What scum. Andrew felt a growl coming from his throat, but swallowed it away.
The walk sign finally blinked as they walked across the street in a busy crowd. Andrew felt that in this crowd it was harder to get caught, so he walked closer, almost directly behind the man. He walked with huge long strides. He was a very tall man. Andrew noticed another detail, a tattoo on his neck. It was some sort of tribal symbol. Another clue.
The man was heading to subway. It didn't matter if he followed him all the way home now, Andrew knew his scent well. He could find him anywhere in the city. But more importantly he would know if he came within a foot of Rabeka, he would know.
Andrew made his way home, fists clenched the whole way. He walked in and sat on the couch. He felt like ripping the whole thing apart. How could he treat her like that. What a low life.
  He stood up and began pacing his living room.
“Now what? What do I say to her when I see her at work. She'll make things awkward for sure. Maybe I should ignore her.” He even thought about eating at home to avoid her in the mornings, if she would even show up now. He didn't blame her if she didn't show up to work.
Andrew stayed up all night thinking about her and what she was going through. Poor girl. But, she doesn't have it half as bad as me. Dang, this blows my chances of asking her out.
Andrew knew he was in hot water. Everything changes now. Getting involved meant he would jeopardize his identity. If Rabeka found out what he was, or anyone else for that matter. Not only would the headline 'Werewolf in Chicago' be heard everywhere, his family could find him. But he cared about Rabeka. But their was always the thought in his head, of how protective he was becoming. He had to do something.
Andrew stared at the clock, knowing soon he could possibly see her at work tomorrow. What if she wasn't there? Will I go find her again? Should I stalk her to make sure she's safe?
Friday is the day, what do I do?