There are many things that pop through your mind first thing in the morning. Whether it's about the things you have to do later that day, or the dreams that flashed through your brain while you slept. For Wyatt, his first thought tended to always be I need to get a new alarm clock. He had gotten used to the shrill hissing that went off every morning at 6:15 to remind him to go out and jog in the morning, which meant that when he opened his eyes and it was 7:45, he hopped right out of bed. Maybe now he needed to get something that made a different noise he wasn't used to. How his neighbors made it through that hour and a half while his alarm just buzzed and buzzed.
His hand slammed on the off button and sent the room into silence. Despite the sleep still in his eyes, he moved pretty quickly into the bathroom where he hit the shower. It took a few minutes for the heat to really kick in so while he waited, he went to the dresser beside his bed and pulled out a pair of jeans and a blue T shirt. So much for his run. Tossing the clothes on the sink, he stripped out of his boxers and hopped under the hot stream of water that spat from the shower head. Steam rose instantly as it splattered against his flesh. Not a normal human, the heat would have been unbearable for he hadn't put any cold water on it as well. But he enjoyed the heat, and blamed it on the type of creature he was. There had been many interesting things he could do and experience as a werewolf so this just had to be one of them.
Class was about to start, so he couldn't really enjoy the shower. Instead, he hopped out minutes later and patted himself dry. Then he tossed his clothes on, stumbled towards the door and he pulled on his shoes and took a quick glance at the clock on his way out. He was going to be late. Cursing silently, Wyatt stopped halfway down the hall, ran back and grabbed the books he had forgotten. Tucking a pencil behind his ear, he took off again, rushing quickly down the stairs and towards the classrooms. He had the thought to shift and run. He was very fast when he was in his animal form, but then he wouldn't be able to carry his books, so he just kept running. Sliding to a halt in front of the door, Wyatt grabbed the knob and pulled--but the door didn't budge.
Curiously he looked up, and his eyes landed on a sign in front of it. Hand written it claimed: Class is cancelled today, September 25. Will resume as normal on the 26th.
What?
He stood there, staring at it for a moment as he caught his breath. All the rushing had been for nothing. He was about to head back to his dorm now that he had a little time before his next class when his ear twitched with the sound of someone stumbling. Wyatt instantly dropped his books when she looked up. The scent coming from her was overwhelming, not because of a perfume she may be wearing, but because he could sense her blood. Beth Sawyer. He had known her from class and if he was completely honest, had found her quite charming. It took him back to a night awhile ago when he had been walking down town and caught the scent of blood. Curiosity had caught his attention and he hurried to the scene of what would had been a murder. With the amount of blood he had found on the ground, he knew that she had to be dead. No one could leave through all of that, losing that much blood and being alive.
But here she was, right in front of him. Once the books slipped from his hand, Wyatt immediately went to his knees in front of her. "Are you okay? How--" He shook his head. He knew that it had been her blood in that alley. His nose was very adept. "It's.. impossible." He muttered to himself, wide eyed. It felt like someone had punched him in the stomach. How was she alive? Offering his hand to her, he couldn't stop just staring.