It's Not Puppy Love, It's Werewolf Hatred {ON HOLD}

{A/N: Okay... Help! If you love this book, tell me what to do. I don't really have anymore inspiration, but two of my besties, one of them being MissDreamer, told me to continue. So... Help! Also, the names might be wrong! Here's something to catch up:

Marrisa/Aunty Mary (Peter's mom), Cloe Parks (Zayne and Drake's mom), Jason Parks (Zayne and Drake's dad), Emily Hamilton (Peter's "owner"), Mr. Hamilton (Peter's abusive "owner"). Okay? Sorry, I might've gotten the last names mixed up. Sorry! PEACE ">_<"}

~ Peter's POV ~

I walked back to the mall, feeling nervous about today. What was I going to do? I had the tux, I had the personality, but something was missing. Something was going to go wrong today, I could feel it. But I couldn't think about this right now. All I had to think about was Zayne and what her parents would like.

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I drove down the highway, on the way to her house. I looked like fucking James Bond! It was so awesome. Maybe I could introduce myself like he did.

Don't. That would be lame.

Oh, hey Sugarplum!

Sugarplum? Really?

No, not really.

Good. I don't like that color.

What is your favorite color, anyway?

Hmm... Black, purple, green.

Wow. Gothic much?

Shut up. And no. I just like the way they dress and shit. I'm not gonna go all 'dark' on you.

Good. I like the happy-go-lucky Zayne.

There is none.

Wow... hm... I always thought different. I felt something warm go up my cheeks, but I wasn't blushing.

I can feel you blushing, Zayne.

What? No you can't!

Yes I can, babe. Now shut up, I'm coming over.

Fine. Then it was dead, like a hung-up phone. I was on the way there when I was interrupted by a sound. Sirens. When I turned my head, I saw an ambulance wizz past me. I always felt sorry for those people. They take SO long to get to the place where the sick person is. For all we know, they could be dead already! That's what happened to my mom. They took 2 hours to get there, and before we knew it... she was gone.

I went up to the door, roses in hand. My palms were all sweaty. Maybe I was sick? No, I couldn't. I was a werewolf. But werewolves don't get nervous! Why am I so scared? Okay, Peter, deep breaths. Okay, one more. I was starting to feel more anxious. Not helping! I rung the doorbell and after three rings, a lady came up to the door.

~ Cloe's POV ~

I was at my garden, tending to my flowers while my children were inside. Zayne was probably enjoying her new computer. I was so anxious about when her new boyfriend was coming. Her FIRST boyfriend. Oh boy. My husband, Jason was late. He was ALWAYS late. He was even late for Drake's birth! He was at work and I called. Five minutes later, I gave birth. Ten minutes later and he was there. I didn't talk to him that day. Jason Parks, I swear, if you're late, I will kill you with my bare hands. I heard the doorbell ring. Looks like I had some killing to do. I took off my gloves and sun hat and greeted the boy to the door. He was handsome. I was glad he was Zayne's boyfriend, not someone addicted to drugs or heavily tattooed.

"You must be Peter! Please, come in."

"Thank you, Mrs. Parks. You are Mrs. Parks, right?" I chuckled.

"Yes, but you can call me Cloe. Mrs. Parks makes me feel old."

"Okay, Cloe. Thank you. Can I see Zayne?" I nodded and he went up to her room. He's been here before?! Zayne was too young... NO. Cloe, don't think of your daughter like that. She wouldn't do that without telling me, right? Yeah, right. I got up and went to my room to dress into the evening gown for dinner. My husband was always in to fancy restaraunts.

~ Jason's POV ~

My wife is going to kill me. I was on the plane and it was near 6 o'clock and our reservations were at 9:30. It's not late, is it? Shit. Hurry up, fucking plane! I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor as my eyes drifted shut.