After finishing watching Alex Saves Mason/Wizards Unleashed, I came up with this story. This first chapter just introduces the situation but the real story behind this will become clear later on. I'll post a few chapters and if you like it, let me know and I'll continue.

Chapter 1

"I'd better get going love, the full moon's about to rise," Mason told me, kissing me quickly on the cheek before speeding away. "I'll be back tomorrow for our date."

I smiled and nodded. Even though we'd managed to turn Mason back human after we'd rescued him from those twisted country wizards, he still turned into a werewolf every full moon. Not that I minded much; as long as he turned back to a human afterward, all was fine with me.

"You know, I'm really proud of you Alex."

I swung myself around on the chair by the counter to face Harper who was standing beside Justin while he wiped dishes.

"Why is that Harper?"

"Because you're being so accepting of Mason's werewolf side. If it was me, I'd be so annoyed that my boyfriend ran out on me all the time and canceled dates because he had to run out into the forest to go hunting."

My anger pricked up but mostly because even though Harper thought otherwise, she was right. It did annoy me sometimes when he had to run out but I always brushed this away because I loved him and it wasn't worth it to be without him; wolf or no wolf.

"Sometimes it's better that we have some time to be apart. I mean it's not like we can go out when he's a werewolf, even if he's in that 'in-between' state. Remember how well that turned out last time?"

I shuddered when I brought back memories of Zeke's birthday party. I'd been so embarrassed to be seen with him that I'd almost drove him away. I'd gotten over those insecurities and not cared what anyone else thought but I knew it bothered him sometimes, no matter how nonchalant he acted. The way people stared at him sometimes hurt him and when he hurt, so did I.

"Lucky Justin saved the day like he always does," my brother muttered, wiping a glass before putting it away.

I leaned over and punched his shoulder lightly. "Yep, you're a real hero. One who still wears his Captain Jim Bob Sherwood boxer shorts."

Harper giggled and Justin blushed, grimacing at me before heading upstairs. I turned to her. "Since Mason will be spending tonight howling at the moon, want to have a movie night?"

Harper shook her head, her green hat almost falling off. "Just because you've been ditched tonight, doesn't mean no one else has plans," she remarked, poking her tongue out at me playfully.

I felt a twinge of jealousy flare up in me but I did my best to hide it. "I haven't been ditched, it's not my fault my boyfriend's a werewolf," I countered defensively.

I couldn't but feel a little stunned. Who'd have thought that I'd be dateless on a Friday night and Harper would be having dinner with Zeke's family? Things have certainly changed.

Harper grinned. "Whoa, watch the temper," she said cheerfully, patting me on the head before prancing out the door.

I sighed and glanced down at the glowing necklace around my neck; I'd begun to wear it again after Mason had returned. I gripped it tightly because tonight, it would be all I'd have of him.

"Are you okay? You seem quieter than usual," Mason commented, squeezing my hand as we entered the darkened theatre.

"I'm all right," I lied softly. My mind was still churning over what Harper had said yesterday but I was determined not to let that ruin our date. I was lucky he was even in my life at all. We found seats at the back and settled in with our popcorn and drinks.

"Maybe this will make you feel better," he said, smiling as he leaned in and kissed me. My heart hammered in my chest as he held the kiss longer than he usually would. My breathing quickened and I felt like I was going to pass out before we eventually broke away.

His smile broadened. "Excited much?" he said with a laugh.

I blushed. "Is it that obvious?"

"No, not really," he said simply. He indicated my chest inside which my heart was still pounding almost painfully. "But I can hear your heartbeat loud and clear– werewolf hearing."

He leaned in close again and placed his head gently under my head, against my chest. "It's the best sound I've ever heard," he whispered, planting a fleeting kiss at the base of my neck before straightening to watch the start of the movie.

I didn't move for a few seconds and I swore I'd stopped breathing all together until he slipped his hand back into mine and looked into my eyes.

Damn the affect he had on me; he made me act like a lovesick puppy. I was like a totally different Alex around him. I didn't know whether to hate it or like it.

I was debating this when he bought our intertwined hands to his mouth and softly kissed my skin. It was only this small action that made me decide. I loved it.

"That was a good movie," I said conversationally as we strolled out.

"I didn't pay too much attention to it," he admitted in that adorable British accent of his. "I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of you."

My face grew hot and my palms were suddenly clammy. No fair; he could make me swoon with one look and a few choice words.

"Okay you are not allowed to do that," I said, stopping suddenly.

His smile disappeared off his face and he looked confused. "Not allowed to do what?"

"Say things like that in that accent of yours," I said, slightly whining.

His eyes crinkled as he laughed. "Why? Do I make you nervous?"

"You know you do," I told him stubbornly but I let him lead me away all the same.

"Well I'm sorry," he said, grinning. "How can I make it up to you?"

I smiled slyly. "I can think of a few ways."

We leaned in but a nearby yell caused Mason to turn his head sharply. We almost collided but I ducked up at the last second. As I struggled to find the source of the noise, I couldn't help but take in his position; his face alert, knees bent, arms out like a battle stance.
I looked ahead and saw two boys approaching us. They were both tall, dark haired with eyes as dark as night. Something in Mason's face changed as they approached and he gently shoved me behind him.

"Keep quiet," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth. I had a retort ready on the tip of my tongue but the fierceness in his eyes and the set hardness of his face convinced me it wasn't the time for me to open my mouth. I moved my left foot back and forth inside my boot just to make sure my wand was still hidden in it. To my relief it was.
It wasn't like me to be scared but I had only seen this expression on Mason's face before once; that night in Transylvania when the wolf inside him had taken over.

"Mase, what's going on?" I asked, my voice wavering.

"Alex, please be quiet."

They were in front of us, staring at Mason. Well the taller one was; the other one was leering at me.

The taller one smiled and I swore I'd seen that smile before, it seemed so familiar…

"Christian," Mason said through gritted teeth.

"Hello brother."