Prologue The old Betsy not take it anymore, the engine gave its final roar before drowning.

Icke, hit the steering wheel with his fist twice, when the engine died. Shit! Dam junk! Annoying exclaimed out of the truck, pulling the door shut. He approached the hood of his Ford F100 1972 model blue, to see the engine. He climbed the hood and quickly stepped back. He left a host of hot steam. When the steam dispersed, I look, and knew he could not do anything. Now you have to walk, call a tow truck tomorrow. Return to the cockpit of the car, and takes his jacket and his gun, and took way dirt road deep into the forest. It was very dark, but the full moon shining overhead, the dark way, in silence and with his gun ready and pointing to any direction to the dark forests. Pass a good time until he could see his cabin. Upon arriving, porch lights are on; was about without making much noise, and very attentive ears, hear movement inside the cabin.

The sounds were coming from the kitchen. Cautiously and quietly opened the door of the hut, with his gun raised. To enter, saw a hunched figure snooping inside the refrigerator. Low boy you have, or I'll shoot threatening warned his shotgun pointed at the back of the young. The boy becomes cautiously, and hands up in surrender, but rather a sack holding that suspect Icke store food that is stealing. It is a tall , about 5'8 and dark brown hair , medium long matted and dirty, that reaches his mouth slightly hiding his face, his brown eyes watching him intently watching every one of his movements, and is very thin . Bring old clothes, a worn black jean and a dark blue hoodie, almost black that can camouflage the dark forest, and goes barefoot. Icke slowly approaches, but detected a slight movement of the boy's eyes. Hes planning something suspect Icke. But even with the warning, it can be anything, as the young man makes a quick move, take a plate that is right next to him and throws him straight to his face Icke. He covers his arms to protect himself, the boy jump on the counter, and quickly runs out the back.

He promised he would not let it go. I expect more out behind the guy. This is very fast, runs non-stop, and Icke tries to follow, what separates a great distance very considerate. Icke is running out of breath, had to do something drastic, or else lose the boy. He paused to look at the young man placed and pulled the trigger. An amount of splinter flew off, hit upon a tree, right next to the guy. This stopped at the moment of impact, while covered his head and face, to protect against splinters. Icke fast charge the shotgun. Stop it! Back to strip, and this I will not fail I shout. The young man stood still. Icke went without removing the sights. Small Beast, this time Ill make a fool told all of disdain. This was not the first time you enter your property to steal, but if you will be the last. Lead will fill you and your corpse will take an autopsy to show the world, the existence of yours. The young man dropped the bag, it made a loud food cans crashing down to the ground, turned slowly. Icke cipe hear the sound of the sweatshirt, down. The youth is restless, his breathing is loud and embarrassed.

Icke quickly realized that the situation just changed. Now the guy gives her face, panting with animal growl, his eyes brown tone changes to a bright red fort. Bruised his neck in an odd and unnatural, transforming his face. Has big fangs protruding from his mouth, sideburns long and leafy, stops tip sideways, much hair on the back of their hands and claws, sharp claws. Icke, impressed takes a few steps back and loses his balance and falls back. Panics, crawling on hands and knees trying to get up, to achieve, not waste time and runs, in step loses his gun. Hey great furious and thrilling howl , right behind him , which not only causes a shudder of fear down her spine , but throughout the forest. And, listen to what the beast panting in pursuit. Running to address his cabin, he felt he would be safe there. Get to the cabin trips, and their legs are not like before. Enter the cabin and closed the door right behind him, applies all possible insurance. I inspect the forest in the dark, through the window. A not far from the forest Blurred lines, you can see two bright red floating point, are the boy's eyes. This came to see, in a calm way, and yet, threatening to the cabin.

The young man walked decided. Again, his face transformed again. This time, appear lauding his nuzzled. Hunched his back, while removing completely let go the sweatshirt and jeans, to remove it. He was taking the shape of a giant wolf. Icke, took a few steps back, never taking his eyes of the beast. He stumbles to the forearm of the chair. His heart hammered as hard as he could out of his chest. A loud noise against ingress him off guard, is the wolf at the door is investing. The safe, nor the hinge, not hold out much, or door. Perceives a sharp pain in the right arm that pervades intensely. He tried to hold it, to see if it relieves the pain, but is stronger. She began to lose consciousness, and fell to the ground. Icke, just had a heart attack. He was still lying on the ground, with crystal blue eyes, wide open lifeless. This dead. The place fell silent. The noise coming from the entrance, stopped. There is no longer a big wolf on the porch of the cabin. Only a teenager of 17 years, completely naked. This overwhelmed by the situation. Fearful, ran from the porch, taking his clothes scattered around the yard of the cabin, and disappeared into the dark forest.

Chapter One

A year later Dylan Shane, is very tired. It is no less, and step 12 hours not fallen asleep, and it's all because of the time change. You park a few meters from the cottage. Handles a red Hummer H3, which rented. Dylan is unbuckled seat belt, turn the engine on. Go the cabin from the car, and realizes the bad decision I make again. He hits his head against the steering wheel was about three shots or so. He complained, not for the pain in his forehead, but his friend and agent, Caroline Bennett, was right, you were cheated. Slowly out of the car, turned to whimper, to see again the alleged property I buy. Next to the vehicle, puts his hands on his head, combing his hair in frustration. Ahhhhh! God, why me?! Lamented, stretches so far back, both looking at the sky. As he was claiming on his misfortune. Dylan, I buy the property to one of his former teammate at the University. He was warned, but no, he as usual, ignored. I cheated.

He leaned into the car to take a manila folder in the passenger seat. Just opened it and took the picture in the folder. It is an old photograph of the property. Kicks the folder again in the pilot's seat. Exposes the picture from a distance, is like a picture overexposure to match the photograph against real property in the background. It is much difference. The photo shows a beautiful three-story cabin with shed, new with all the amenities, perfect for a couple. Only reality is very different. The cabin is the same photo only that in the real version, was a version of 40 years later. Seriously, did not try to take another picture most current. He leaned back against the Hummer, slid to the floor against the rim, and took in position rested. Embracing his knee in lamentation. This aggravates fatigue. Of which is not only physical, it's more mental. Been through a lot during this last six months. Was deceived by his ex-boyfriend. No, sorry, his escort. If so, your exboyfriend is a rentboy. To him, I was just a customer V.I.P. more, being pressured by his agent, to finish a book that has not even started writing, due, no doubt, and a lack of muse. And now joins the list, being ripped off by one of his former

teammate from college. It has been, without doubt, much stress during this past month. Of course, your problem is not only equivalent during this few months, it is more than that. His life was never perfect. Being a gay teenager in Harvey Creek in Zavalla, Texas. It's not easy, nothing is easy. And being the only son of the mayor of the city, much less. He had to hide what it is to survive in his small hometown. Pretending to be straight, since he realized his homosexuality, to be in love with what is supposed best friend. It was the hardest of his life. It's like being an actor full time. But everything ended, when confessed his sexual preference to his father, cries in front of your friends and fellow Gun Club. He was rejected by everyone in town, except for her best friend, and false bride, Amy Sommers. Amy, and his family support. He gave her the time she needed shelter. But still, it hurt when his best friend, Tyler Donovan, I reject it, and his father, but the latter, I supposed. It was very clear its iconic glare. His father is the only family he has left, his mother died when he was just seven years, leaving him alone, two. The rejection was not more painful, being only his father, but to be the only thing left, it was like strip off its again a father. It really hurt.

It was the worst he could feel that his only living parent, rejected and disowned him. Only I need to leave the same day, ran away from home. He did not see it from that day, not even his father, came to his graduation. Everything was a week before graduation and a few days before that Dylan turns 18. The very next day, take their stuff, all their savings and passport, buy a plane ticket direct to London, and since then has lived in the United States. He has not set foot U.S. for almost seven years, until now. During that seven years study at a prestigious university, he majored in English Literature; dishwasher job, Barman, usher in fast food restaurant and a variety of jobs to pay his tuition and residence not forget your food and necessities; never been easy. Everything improved when I can publish her first romance novel. Being a man who writes this kind of genre does not take into account. What I always told editors or agent, was always the same: surely is pure pornography, and no romances. Not even trying to read your manuscript. Only one person gave him a chance, and has been his agent since then, Caroline Bennett. His novel was published. Sure, under the pen name Julia Baskett. Since then it has been fulltime writer, finished his career with his first book

gain much of their debt payment. Anything is possible when your book comes to be a bestseller, in the first line of the bestseller list, selling millions of copies worldwide and translated into fourteen languages . Definitely a profit.

Some will say that becoming a writer to make millions, it's just a dream. In my case, it came true. I am one of the lucky few, who became rich by just writing a novel. To give but ultimately, here I am. At 19 miles, to the outskirts of the village of Oak Hollow, Klamath River, California. Far to the north of the state, close to the border with Oregon. This so near and yet so far from home. Dylan sighs, had bought the place with the idea of spending a few months on vacation with her boyfriend, even thinking about the future. Many summers camping together, or taken a glass of wine in front of the fireplace, even though Christmas holiday, to ski. But it fell to the drainer when he learned the sad truth, that her boyfriend is really her escort. Now, it is here at Oak Hollow, California. Dylan just tired sigh. " What else would I do?" He thought, leave to mourn, and rose. He, and saves the photo in the folder and took a great bag,

military style rear seat of the vehicle. Road to the hut , watching carefully , stopped in front of the vehicle, dropped the bag, and records groaned under the weight of luggage. He closed his eyes, and breathe deeply the fresh clean air of the forest. He opened them, I observe every detail of the cabin. He realized the fraud, too late, and is fully paid. It's much bigger than I expected, though. He looked around the property, it's all clean. The only detail that spoils the landscape, is the dowdy cabin with shed. It's all a mess, a part of handrails and railings are loose and frosty, the hall staircase, at first glance, only has a loose step, like windows and door, which is what makes the most damage. But otherwise, everything is good structure, and strong. Dylan, only had one thought in mind: Definitely, I will give a little work. But he'll be fine. I return the path to the cabin, but to hear a strange movement in a bush, he stopped. Dylan is known to be very curious, which will cause many problems. Still, does not stop to scrutinize a mystery. He slowly approached the shrub, which begins to shake. Dylan just frowns and takes a few steps closer. When you are about to look over the bush, a crow flies suddenly, and dropping a loud squawk.

Dylan surprised cushion falls back with his hands. Fuck you! What Demons?! Released almost a scream, it was definitely in a very male.