Okay the majority seems to say more either if I want to write it or just more, more, more. So, here we go. I'll start it separately in a few minutes.

Book 2 - Completing Someone - The continuing tales of a Werewolf and a Werecat

Completing Someone – The continuing tales of a Werewolf and a Werecat

Troy turned over in his sleep. He stretched an arm out to tuck Gabriella in closer to his body. His unconscious mind didn't register where he was. However, when his arms remained empty, his eyes opened and he looked around him. He was in a strange room and he was cold. His body ached fiercely and his head was pounding. To make matters worse, Troy was sure he was going to vomit. He leaned over the edge of the bed and saw his blue jeans and shoes scattered amongst his shirt and boxer briefs. He quickly looked under the sheet over his body and wondered where he was and why Gabriella wasn't within an arm's reach of him while he was naked. All his mind could produce in this kind of pain were broken thoughts. What happened? Where am—Gabriella will kill—Oh my God, what did I do?

Gabriella was working on her chemistry while she waited for Troy after class. There were a few girls who were giggling and looking over at her when they thought she wasn't looking. She felt her stomach turn. Troy hadn't called last night like he always did. She'd been so worried about him when she'd left for class. Now, in retrospect, maybe she should have been worried about herself.

She saw the girls giggle again. She recognized a few of them from when she would meet Troy at the gym after practice. They were cheerleaders. If she remembered correctly, the curly haired red head was always flirting with Troy and the blonde was the girl who liked to touch him whenever she could, any conversation, any place, any part of his body she could get to.

Gabriella felt her stomach turn. Troy wouldn't cheat on her. What they had was real. What they had was beyond anything any cheerleader could possibly understand. Gabriella turned back to her work. She hated this campus. She found herself once again wishing she could get Troy into Stanford with her. It was one thing to live in separate dorms. It was another thing for a mated pair to live in dorms that were forty minutes apart on separate campuses.