Forward. Fold. Rotate. Press. Forward. Fold. Rotate. Press. Forward. Fold. Rotate. Press. Just like Grandma showed me.

I wish she was here right now.

Grandma Black had moved to Colorado last year to live with her sister on their family ranch after Grandpa died. Papa and I stayed behind and took over the bakery. Making bread is hard, I'm better at cakes and truffles.

The faint sound of people arguing across the street came to my ears and I glanced up for barely a second to notice two dark haired guys arguing before I returned to my kneading and began humming the song Grandma used to sing to me.

Ah, Mon beau château... Ah, mon beau château... Ma tant'tire lire, lire... Ah, mon beau château... Ma tant' tire lire lo...

The bell over the door went off but I couldn't get myself to break my concentration just yet. After a second, when I'd decided that the bread was good enough, I looked up at possibly the most beautiful man I'd ever laid eyes on.

He was tall, almost half a foot taller than me by the looks of it, with light skin on the verge of being considered tan. His eyes were almost as black as the short hair on top of his head. He had a harshly roman nose that only added to the stern beauty of him and a strong jawline that looked recently shaved and smooth. His thick lashes were framing his eyes as they widened to the size of quarters.

"Is there anything I can help you with," I asked, maintaining a nonchalant air.

"Vous parlez Français?"

"Oui."

He speaks French, I thought as he came up to the counter.

"Vous êtes beauti."

My cheeks set on fire when he said that. He thinks I'm beautiful? When I regained the courage to look up he was smirking at my state.

"Comment vous appelez-vous?"

"My name is Lacey."

"Do you have a name? Or should I just call you French Boy," I let out a giggle at my little crack. Of course it was a stupid thing to do because I can't laugh with out that stupid snort making its way out my lips. Really?! Of all times my body found it neccesary to make that sound now?

My hands flew up to my mouth but it was too late, the flour from the dough coated my lips and he moved his hand to remove it. My heart stopped at his touch. Stupid, hot boy!

"That can't taste too good, the flour," he took on a sheepish air as he added," And you can call me what ever you want, but my friends call me Mike."

"Nice to meet you Mike."

"Nice to meet you, too, Lacey."

Our eyes locked for a minute or two and I got the chance to study those black eyes. Not black, persay, just dark, dark blue. Then he leaned in to kiss me.

His lips were so soft and gentle against my own, I tried to move away and push him off me. This seems wrong. I just met him! He came into my family's bakery and kisses me? Then I lost the need to move away. This is my first kiss since Daniel. When he pulled away I kept my eyes closed to remember the feel of this boy.

"Mate."

I opened my eyes when he said that. Mate? Mike seemed to be having an internal battle because he was staring at the floor and stopped talking.

Two people came into the shop, the boy who was arguing with him earlier and an older woman. The woman squealed and the boy just stood there looking cheeky. Mike growled- yes, growled- and stormed out of the shop, the boy followed him.

"What the hell just happened," I muttered under my breath. The woman walked up to the counter with a smile.

"You'll find out in due time," she smiled," My name is Catherine, I'm Mike's mother."

"Lacey," I replied, still not quite grasping the situation.

"Could I get some of those strawberry scones before I go? I'm sure my sons haven't sorted everything out yet outside and I just love those."

I didn't reply so much as nodded and turend around to get a bag. The faint sound of metal bending and breaking came to my ears so I turned to look out the window. Mike just broke the lampost. His mom turned to look out the window too and just chuckled.

What is wrong with this family?

___

Hours after the strange, but oddly gorgeuos strangers came into the shop another unknown man walked in. He was just a few inches shorter than the one who came in before with brown, curly hair and blue eyes. He flashed a smile and asked for a bag of cookies.

"My girlfriend's pregnant and I want to get her something sweet," he said.

"Well, we are the perfect place to come to for something sweet," I said," What'll it be? Sugar? Chocolate chip? I just made a batch of these fingerprint ones so they'll still probably be warm by the time you get them to her."

"Probably not, she lives way out in the forest. Do you ever go out there?"

"No, I've never really been a fan of the woods."

"Why not?"

"Guess I just heard Little Red Riding Hood too many times as a child."

"Ah, big eyes, big nose, big teeth. I getcha."

"Yeah."

I stood there awkwardly for a moment, waiting for him to tell me what kind of cookies to put in the bag. He took a few steps closer and I took one back out of instinct. He chuckled.

"You know," he leaned on the counter before continuing," Wolves don't actually look like that."

"I know," I replied, trying so hard not to stutter.

"I don't think you do, let me show you."

He was immediately over the counter and right in front of me. He knocked me over and transformed into another being.

The last thing I remember before it all went dark was a pair of bright wolf eyes hovering over my face.

___

I woke up in the forest with a head ache. I tried to pull my hand up to feel my head but it wouldn't move. I started to panic but my shouts were muted.

That Tyler guy was talking to a red haired girl and a darker skinned lady. They seemed really engrossed in their conversation so I tried to sit up, not wanting to know if they all did what he did at the bakery.

It was so hard not to groan or anything as I semi-straightened myself. I took a few steps slowly, making my way into the woods as I tugged at my gag.

"Don't go anywhere," a voice said behind me, I tried to run but Tyler grabbed me," Faye still needs to work her magic on you."

My breathing went heavy as I pulled and tugged and fought against him to no avail. The dark skinned woman laughed at me. She came up close and put her hand under my chin, pulling my face up to look her in the eyes.

"What a pretty little Luna she would have made," a smile crossed her face," Too bad Michael won't be around for it. We can't really take the risk that something goes wrong, the Jade Forest pack cannot have an heir."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to have Faye take away her value. Mike won't even want to look at her when the spell is finished. I wish I could see his face when he finds out," she sighed. I tried to make a retort but my words were muffled, her eyes rolled as she pulled the gag away from my mouth.

"Who are you? Why am I here? What's going on?"

"So many questions," she tutted," My name is Wyatt."

"You sure as hell don't look like a Wyatt."

"Feisty. I like it. As for the second question, you're here because you mean so much to dear Michael Stone. We can't allow you to fall into the wrong hands."

"How do I know I've fallen into the right ones?"

"Oh," she smiled at me again, tilting her head to the side," Trust me, you haven't."