Prologue

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I wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about the stupid little things. 

--Amnesia, 5SOS

Margo

Nate Lyons' Point of view

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Nate Lyons' Point of view

My bags are packed, my passport is ready, and I am currently pacing back and forth across my spacious hotel room. I am wrecked with nerves. I heard her door close around 30 minutes ago and I check my wrist watch and see that our plane is going to leave in an hour and a half.

I am currently waiting for Margo, the first girl that I have ever fallen in love with to come to me. I met her four months ago in New York. She was drunk off her ass and was going to sleep on the sidewalk of Manhattan at 2 am.

I took her to my home because I couldn't just leave a drunk woman out in the streets—vulnerable to bad people.

She puked in my cereal, read my mind, and told me she was a werewolf.

I also happen to be a werewolf.

Let's just say she's quite an extraordinary woman.

And then she told me all about werewolves, packs, mates and the things she's been through. She told me how her mate broke her heart and I felt this overwhelming emotion of protectiveness for her.

Then I asked her to travel the world with me, in hopes to make her forget about her sorrows and her heartache and to show her that life is still beautiful despite the things she's been through.

It was a spur of the moment decision—but it changed my life.

I fell in love with her.

I confessed to her yesterday; I wasn't planning to but all plans of mine seems to fly out the window when it concerns her. The mate who broke her heart is here in the hotel we're staying at and I know she's talking to him right now.

My insecurity and doubt grows ten fold as minutes tick by and she still hasn't called. My vision starts to blur as the nervousness overwhelms me. I take a seat on the edge of the bed and take deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself down.

She's the first werewolf I've met ever since I found out that werewolves actually existed. I don't feel so alone now that she's here. I don't feel like an abomination or a freak of nature—some kind of mutant human now that she's here.

I'm not alone anymore.

I've been so deep in thought that I didn't hear the footsteps echo right outside my door. A moment later, I hear a knock and with an inhuman speed, I rush towards the door and yank it open.

The sight that greets me lifts almost all of the weight I feel in my chest. Without any hesitation, I take a step forward and pull her into a tight hug. I hold her tightly against my body and she slowly winds her arms around my waist.

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