A tall slender well-built man, who looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties with short raven black hair that was styled to perfection. He was dressed in an expensive fitted in an ebony suit, with a crisp thick snow-white shirt and electric blue shining dress shoes that matched perfectly with his blue silk tie. He was opening the door to his home as he loosened his silk skinny tie and took off his shoes to change into his house shoes. He then began to read through his mail. A simple cream envelope caught his eye; actually, he felt it's supple texture before he saw it. The moment he touched thick paper of the soft cream envelope it called to him.  He froze in his hallway as the Hazelnut scent of the envelope curled up under his nose. He knew instantly who it was from as he stared and the loose swirling crimson cursive. "It was impossible completely irrational...." She was dead. How, How could a dead woman possibly have sent a letter to him from the grave" He thought? He let the other mail slide from his hands to the floor as he cautiously opened the letter.....

 WARNING: Do not take any part of this story for your own. I have not copied work from another writing. If it seems similar that is pure coincidence. This has come completely out of my own imagination and I have spent many hours writing this. I do not own any of the persons of BigBang and I lay no claim to their trademark, music or real personality. 

           Hey everyone, If you like the story please subscribe. I have been working on this story off and on for about three years now. A scene from the fist chapter came to me in a dream and I knew I had to write out my idea. Four hours later and 150 pages in I knew this story would take quite a while to tell. I am still working on a satisfactory ending and there are things that I am looking to change. Come with me on this journey of romance and werewolves.