Trouble Is Near.

°°Evening

'Need a ride?'

It was Stace. In there, he looked so much like the hot movie actor, James Bond , sent on a rescue mission to free her from the hands of gruesome men and how at that perfect moment the rain would pour and she would get drenched making her wet hair stick to her face. Then as he fires shots from his gun at the bad guys , she would scream ,and just how  he would take a majestic dive to grab her by the waist and shield her from any injury , he wouldn't even need to look while making the shots because he is just so good and how so perfectly she would land on his chest breathing on his face, feeling his heartbeat looking in his gorgeous eyes, and while he would have his hand caress her hair , she would kiss him and...

"Hey"  He softly called to her. She snapped back to reality blinking her eyes like a guilty criminal. 

'You coming?' He asked.

'Oh no I wouldn't want to bother you 'she replied.

With his hand on the stereo , he continued taking a peep up at the sky.

'Are you Sure about that? Because It looks like it's going to rain pretty hard.' 

Just then a thunder sound echoed from the dark sky. 

She looked up at the clouds and back at him . The wind blew out strands of her hair , they kept on flashing by her eyes , she could still feel her bag vibrating. He maintained a smile at her. 

'Fine. If you insist' she finally agreed reluctantly and walked round to the other side of the car. The door opened up in a cool way. 

"Show off" she voiced in her head. She finally settled in and he sped off.

••Night.

--Stace Bran's Apartment.

In a shower cubicle, the sound of water hitting hard on the floor could be heard  as he stood with his left hand resting on the tempered glass in front of him . His other hand swept water from his forehead backwards , allowing the warmness of the water replenish his bare body from head to toe, some drops fall off from his lashes sliding down his pointy nose as they settle in between his soft pink lips giving it a glossy look, his muscular shoulders down to his back was smooth and broad but slightly curved down revealing his slim waist line. His breasts were full and his abs were perfect. The steams from the heat had created some form of blurness around the entire cubicle.

"Why.. why can't I seem to get you off my head.." he voiced.

--April Smith's Apartment.

 'Mo.. something's going on with me..' April said as she sat on her bed with folded legs in her pyjamas looking down at her laptop whose screenlight reflected on her face .

'Oh no… I feared this was going to happen..' Mo's high pitched voice had suddenly become low .

'I don't know.. I am trying so hard to fight it but someway somehow something draws me to him. I find it extremely hard to resist him.' April said, demonstrating with her hands. 

'April, it could just be a feeling , it's normal' 

'It isn't!' She cut in.

'I know what I am feeling. And its not a crush. There is indeed something strange about him but whatever it is, it calls me to him.'

'But he Is engaged to be married to another woman. Why do you keep on doing this to yourself My friend? Why can't you just allow yourself to be in a normal relationship? Why do you always have to be in a situationship?'

'She doesn't know about this and yet doesn't even like me'

'Which is enough reason for you to avoid that man. If he has a fiance and still flirts with you, he may just be another man who wants to satisfy his sexual desires because of your looks'  Mo stressed.

'Alright, I know what to do. I will…'  Her words were cut short as the doorbell rang.

'Be right back. I think someone's at the door'  she said.

'Expecting someone?' Mo asked .

'No.. just hold on, let me go see who it is.' She replied  putting the video call on hold. She walked over to unlock the door .

'Am Coming..'  she said approaching it . She unbolted the door and shock fell on her face as to who it was.

--Stace Bran's Apartment.

 'Mr Bran' , an older man called out in his sheriff  uniform standing outside, Stace who opened the door gave a welcoming smile. 

'Old friend Jack.' He called out as the Man stepped in, moving closer , they shared a hug , Stace gave three pats on his back. He shuts the door and they proceed to the small living room.

'Long time no see my friend'  Stace said as he walked into the bar to get a bottle of wine and glasses . Jack already took his seat placing his hat on the table before him. 

'Well I wished it was under better circumstances' Jack said in a sad tone.

'Why do you say that?' Stace asked, handing him a glass of scotch . He moved to sit opposite him. Crossing a leg over the other, he sipped from his own glass.

'Three Bodies were found near the clearing, all children and due to the state of the bodies , the case has gotten the  attention of the government, I am afraid things might get out of hand' he stressed.

'Hmm. I got informed yesterday and I can assure you, we are on it'  Stace said.

'Once a werewolf Always a werewolf I know, but I took an oath to serve my country well in the security department. If there is a rogue out there who is up to something, I should be made aware , it's the only way I can protect you and the pack'

Stace smirked as he held on loosely to his glass 

'Are you by any chance insinuating the culprit here is my brother, old Jack?' Stace asked, rather displeased.

'Just saying..' Jack responded as he  gulped his drink.

'I know how much you love Titrus even though he isn't worthy of it but to avoid further casualties, let wisdom rule over sentiments'   he added staring back at Stace who had his eyes fixed on his.

--April Smith's Apartment.

'Dave?'  April voiced out in a surprised tone as she moved her eyes down and up on him , he stands outside the door with his lips apart , almost like he was trying to speak words that his mind was trying to put together.