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[color=7B5535][b]Time: [/b][/color]Morning
[color=7B5535][b]Location: [/b][/color]Lover's Lake --->His apartment ---> Sweet Keks
[color=7B5535][b]Interaction:[/b][/color][@Tae] - Sorrel [/center]

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Volfango felt a sudden chill permeate his entire body forcing him awake, that felt more ominous that a simple breeze. He shot up into a sitting position and a thick fog had overtaken the lake and the surrounding area in such a way that even the sunlight felt hazy. His new instincts were telling him that something was wrong. Very wrong. [color=7B5535]"Genesis! Can you hear Volfango?"[/color] He yelled out into the seemingly endless fog, and heard nothing in response. Normally, he wouldn't be worried but this wasn't anything but normal. The very air felt charged with killer intent....as if something was staring him down. A figure slowly emerged from the darkness and Volfango tensed his muscles for confrontation. The person that emerged from the dense fog was [i]himself[/i].

He felt his heart freeze as he stared at his own visage, not that he didn't love staring at himself but this was not the same as a mirror. The other him did not say a word and instead kept on moving towards him. [color=7B5535]"Stay away from Volfango or else!"[/color] He demanded but the other him only seemed to pick up speed. Volfango had no idea what was happening but he felt little other choice than to use the power he had been avoiding since he was bitten. He looked struggled to find the beast inside and came up with nothing. Despite it feeling like any moment he could turn the day before, nothing was happening. He would have to fight this the normal way, at least he planned to. His other self suddenly stopped about forty feet from him. Its body began to contort and skins began to break as Volfango watched it transform into a werewolf before his very eyes. The creature was massive and its muscles seemed large enough to crush his head like a grape.

Volfango's legs took off before his mind even decided it was time to run. There was nothing he could do against it. Adrenaline and fear coursed through his veins in equal measure as he darted into the heavy fog, dodging trees and fallen logs as he ran towards any sign of help. Meanwhile he could heard the sound of snapping wood and heavy breathing behind him. This was now on the top of the list of things that he didn't understand but he didn't want to die. Voflango ran faster than he ever had before but seemed no close to reaching Ember Grove nor escaping his pursuer, who was quickly closing in. All it took was planting his foot on some poor footing and his body smashed into the brush. There was not time to recover as his other self was instantly upon him. [color=7B5535]"Please! Do-"[/color] The words barely escaped his mouth before the strong jaws of the werewolf sunk into his neck and crushed it. After confirming its kill, the werewolf began to feast.[hr]

Volfango's eyes shot open as he surged forward, breathing quite heavily as beads of sweat dripped from his head. A hand immediately went towards his neck and found everything to be intact. He let out a deep and heavy sigh as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. A nightmare. That was the first time he's had one since he was a child. That all it was. A bad dream. His attention turned to his immediate surroundings. The sun was rising in the sky and there was no trace of fog he could see. His gaze turned down as his hand touched an jacket he immediately knew belonged to Genesis. She must have woken up first and placed it on him. The troubled look turned into a grin as he remembered the night's events fully. It would certainly be a night that would never leave his mind, though he was rather glad she took off before him. It saved him the trouble. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin a great night by making it into something more. With that in mind, he got dressed into his own clothes and headed back into town with her jacket tucked tightly under his arms. With his new sense of smell, it was possible to use the scent off the jacket to track her down but he didn't even consider it. Volfango just wanted to clear his mind with a hot shower and a hot breakfast.

He reached his apartment fairly quickly, giving a wink to some rather good looking man as he walked passed. After all, Voflango was far more sexy and fun then that prudish woman on his side. It was tempting to stay with the rest of his new pack but for now he needed time and space to figure all this out. The sound of rushing water as it poured over his body did little to stop his mind from thinking about what happened in his dream. That was who he was now. A werewolf. There was no waking up and returning to being just the fabulous Volfango. He was scared of becoming nothing more than wild beast but maybe it was time to stop fighting the inevitable. The other members of Liam's pack were able to control their werewolf side, so it was without a doubt he could as well. As he exited the shower and got [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0c/52/4a/0c524a2cb1e3269b36d810d3c38ee18c.jpg]dressed[/url], Volfango had steeled his resolve. Tonight he would go to Liam and try to transform into his werewolf form.

Volfango left his apartment feeling reassured in himself. If there truly was no turning back, well he was going to be the goddamn most beautiful werewolf there ever was! Despite it being later in the morning, he decided to try out the one shop they passed on the way to the lake. Sweet Keks it was called and according to the reviews on his phone, was quite worth the visit. With luck, there would be a nice piece of eye candy alongside the pastries. Volfango walked to Sweet Keks, well more like strut, with a pair of expensive black sunglasses to add to his already radiant confidence. Werewolf or not. Nightmare or daydream. Nothing was going to stop Volfango from being his true self and owning every moment.

[color=7B5535]"Volfango is here! Please, do remain seated!"[/color] He proclaimed upon entering the bakery. Mixed with the various sweet scents of the baked goods was a oddly familiar one, though it was too far mixed with the others. Volfango removed his sunglasses as he made his way to the counter and then hung them off the V in his shirt. Lucky for him the line was not too long, though the same could not be said about the stares of the other customers. Volfango could not blame them for recognizing his majesty. At last it came his time to order and it seemed lady luck indeed did favor him. The woman standing at the counter was such the sight to behold that he began to wonder if she was on the menu as well [color=7B5535]"Buongiorno! Volfango shall need the hospital if these treats are as sweet as you."[/color] He said with no hesitation then proceeded to order right after. [color=7B5535]"Volfango shall have the Hornchen with jam and a coffee just black. Grazie."[/color] He smiled warmly at Sorrel, having not the faintest idea who or what she was.