Chapter 1 The strange Beginning

the bustling metropolis of Lagos, Nigeria Anya's life was about to take a major turn for the wost, at 25, the writer spent her days writing stories, beautiful prose to be exact she penned applications for graduate programs in creative writing and dreamt of infinite worlds. 

Little did she know, it was to be the best adventure yet…. in life!

Anya's modus vignandi was in the city park his sanctuary, flew from noise and chaos where they were going on in his head. On that cool autumn evening she walked through the park, dazed. Cahoots behind an eerie blend of staccatoing descending notes throughout the woods, interrupted by splinters of brilliant birdsong; orange light fingers threaded through treetops in a smear of impressionism against the slowly dying greens. She inhaled the musty scent of damp leaves and earth, filtering gently through the air cocooning her in a serenity that soothed her to the bones.

But Anya's life was about to take a dramatic turn in the heart of Lagos — Nigeria's teeming mega-city. In the daylight, she filled pads with stories she prayed would keep her mind traveling high enough and far away to land in other galaxies. But what she would not realize was that life itself, her very own, was about to become the greatest adventure of them all in pursuit of a dream,

The city park, that was paradise for her and whenever the noise or madness got too much, Anya found solace in there. In the park after dark as she might well roam, this cool autumn night on her own The orangish glow from the setting sun painted her soul as the foliage danced around casted shadows on the bird singing in a distance soothing soft....within and then she felt light headed, hosts of leaves were now breaking over newly moistened earth scents and something sang on within to this peaceful tune.

Deeper in the park, Anya came upon a golden lit clearing. A man sat on a piece of felled wood in the middle, silhouetted by the descending evening. Anya, with an almost overwhelming curiosity edging her toes closer to the point where his massive foot settled down against the floor.

Turning to her, with a heart that had now probably jumped out of its position. His eyes were the colour of emeralds and held the entire universe within them. Something felt so similar about him 

Dark and guttural even as he greeted her, "Hi."

"Hey," Anya whispered even quieter.

As they sat down to eat, he introduced himself as Kaelan to Anya. A spy and a roamer who knew the world, Loved adventure and purpose. But Anya felt bonded to Kaelan like she never had with anyone else, and they talked. It was as if their souls were one, magnetized to each other by something ethereal.

He told of his travel, the awe-inspiring sights and colorful cultures he had seen

He spun tales of lost empires laden with absent treasures and previously unknown animals. Anya listened attentively, suddenly painting pictures in such bright colors with how everything was unfolding. So that she could spill her guts about how much she loved to write and how many stories were simply waiting to jump out of her head, in turn. ~

At night, during the park's shadow stretches cast by a receding sun, Kaelan whispered her revelation to Anya, and nothing would ever be the same.

His eyes locked with hers. "Different from you, Anya." "I'm not human."

Your head swam at this notion, trying to grasp it. Werewolves, she knew from the stories, but now they seemed real. Then she stood before one

Kaelan assured Anya that he would not harm her. There was something of her he could not say, but somehow resumed with him that it should all be theirs in common.

Anya was torn. An unholy mother, she was — who feared what that was, the unknown future; the danger Kaelan could be. Still another, a nameless part of herself drawn to him for reasons she could not explain — enthralled by his mystery and his unbreakable heart.

Anya, who was the type of woman that he wanted to meet all his life, felt in her heart that when they parted ways that evening, something had changed forever. A werewolf—creature of story and song. She had been his lover. The future was indeed a promising, yet equally perilous land.

But Anya was prepared to leap, faith in love, and wherever it wanted them.

The encounter with Kaelan had left Anya in deep emotional turmoil. As afraid as she was, the logical part of her that should have been locked away somewhere deep within felt pulled to him; a feeling both fear and thrill swelled inside as they plummeted from their developing legs. That night, she felt his arms around her as she tried to sleep — a dream of Kaelan's emerald green eyes winking at her in a vision.

The following day, everything annoyed Anya. Whenever Caitlyn thought of things, she tried to come up with where Kaelan was being taken. But in him; [the dog] the peace she'd known forever at the city park seemed void and lifeless.

That night, a visit to the park by Anya

The emotions that raced from Anya after their meeting with Kaelan kept her awake all night. It was insane, she felt scared as hell but at the same time attracted to him in a way that did not make any sense. That night as she lay in bed, she couldn't keep Kaelan's emerald orbs from her mind and the feel of his touch was like a fire skin to skin.

Anya found it hard to focus the next day. She was in full swing-on when he was where, her thoughts spinning from what to whenever in a rampage. Her city park, where the two of them spent countless hours reading together, had become a cold and desolate place since he disappeared.

The next night Anya returned to the park hoping to catch a glipse of Kaelan. Her heart pounding as she approached the clearing they met at. Her eyes fixed, soft and unfocused; she was unsure of how certain she was to find him, but the imperious drive gave her no choice.

And as she walked around the yard, Kaelan still sat atop the old fallen tree, and she was so happy to see that. He smiled as a ripple of smile appeared on his lips when he saw her coming.

You came back, he said.

And Anya smiled back, and she knew the weight had been lifted. We talked, shared stories and got to know each other even more on into the evening. He related to Anya his tiresomely lengthy werewolf saga, the burdens he bore and the silver lining of isolation. Anya was fascinated by the stories and before long would find herself drawn to his physical prowess.

Kaelan took Anya's hand as the sun began to dip lower in the sky. He said with solemnity in his voice "I need you to listen to the next part. Nobody makes me feel like you do.

Anya's heart raced. whatever Kaelan had to tell her was The Secret Thing, in wAtsEvar fOrm that took: some significance for That kind of Life Change.

His eyes told her a confession of 'Anya, I love you'.

Anya gasped from deep in her throat. She knew she's never been loved this way. Her fingers were extended in between them, and Kaelan placed his hand into hers.

And I whispered, "I love you too."

Sitting hand in hand as they watched the sunset, Anya realized she had stumbled upon something uniquely special. Oh Sirs, the whole universe loves her now: its love is firm, free and broad It will be hers through thick and thin.