Author's Note: So here's the first chapter. If you liked the teaser, then you'll definitely like this first chapter. Also, in this fic everything takes place on Earth, nowhere else. So just remember that so I don't have to keep putting 'The Planet Earth' or anything. I got a bit of inspiration for this from Christine Feehan's 'Fantasy.' If you haven't read it, I recommend it. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys it and please read and leave me a review. Thanks!

This was where he reigned.

The forest was dark, a pitch black that no human eye would be able to see through. But with his enhanced eyesight and sense of smell, he could run through the thick of the forest at a great speed, alone as he usually was. The air, the rush of wind that hit him in the face, was freedom in itself, giving him peace for a single moment.

He came to the top of a cliff, a huge, powerful black wolf, halted and scanned the forest below, smelling others of his kind nearby. His pack. They were playing, frolicking with one another, and others were resting. The time of the year had come yet again for him to choose a female of the pack, his alpha female, but he refused. He would not bind himself to a female wolf when he was not truly of their kind.

And when he knew what woman belonged to him.

When he'd been created, endless centuries ago, he and his brothers had been given the gift to see each of there chosen mates, their life. Only in dreams the Creator had said they would be able to see them, only in dreams. And it served as a tease to them, a torment. To know these women existed somewhere out there and be unable to have them, to hold them, to touch them. To be unable to know there bodies intimately, as they longed for.

Growling under his breath at the memory of his dream last night, he turned and stalked down the cliffs, away from the pack, away from anyone or anything that could bother him in his thoughts. He had seen her, so beautiful and pure, touched her beneath his hands, tasted her skin with his tongue.

Inside the body of a wolf he shuddered, pleasure coursing through him at the mere memory of her. He knew that if he didn't find her soon, the darkness would take him and he would turn into a wolf for the rest of his life, a killing machine with no mercy. It was what the Creator had told him before leaving them, warning each one of them the curse they would each carry inside themselves. It was left to them if they would be able to exist, or if they would let themselves be damned for all time.

He raced down the rocky terrain, through the forest, eating up the ground beneath him as he loped across the land. He scented the air, ears perking at any signs or smells not of the forest. But of course, it was the same, as it had always been for centuries now. Nothing came here that didn't belong; no one disturbed what they knew as his domain.

He recalled when he had been younger, just barely created, right after he and his brothers had separated. He'd taken these forests and mountains and claimed them, as the man and ruler he was, and had gloried in the abilities given to him. He'd raced across the open country, had tracked and killed prey for his pack, and established himself as the alpha male. There were packs of wolves all over the world, different ones, but he had called them all to him long ago and had taken the throne of ruler, made sure they all knew he was the strongest, the oldest, and the wisest. None had dared to defy him in his reign.

But as the first decades had passed, he'd grown tired of always running with his pack, of forever being burdened with having to choose an alpha female. He'd never chosen one, had allowed the next in the hierarchy to mate and continue the line of wolves. Of course the females had followed him, nuzzled at him, attempting to gain his attention, but he'd refused them all. He wouldn't take a female that he truly didn't want.

He remembered the Creator telling them before he'd released them into the world that each of them would have another like them who also roamed the world, who had their abilities, their gifts and curses. They'd been confused, asking what he meant, but he had refused to tell them too much. Only that the day would come when they met these twins of theirs, and the day would come when they would have to decide what to do.

He hadn't yet met another like him. And none of the wolves had ever reported to him of another being out there like him. They would have if they'd ever found one. He trusted them to tell him anything of importance.

He could feel dawn approaching. The warmth, the rays, were penetrating through the forest and touching the cool ground beneath him. He welcomed it, trotting out into the open where the new sun could wash over him and cleanse him in its purity.

But the warmth wasn't enough. It would never be enough, not when he saw her every night, touched her and tasted her. Not when he knew she existed, had or would exist, and that she would be his salvation.

It had been nearly two decades since he'd last visited a village or city. Over the centuries he'd always gone near them, had watched from a distance and scanned the young women, even the children, to see if perhaps any of them were her. He'd hoped with all of his being he would one day come to a city and find her, then claim her and take her away with him.

But he never had.

His heart had broken and turned harder each time he didn't find her. He'd given up finally and hadn't returned to a village in nearly twenty years, not wanting to bring himself to hope, only to have those hopes squashed and broken.

But the loneliness was closing in on him. The dreams of late had become so vivid, so real. He'd even been able to feel her breath panting out against his cheek, her legs wrapping about his hips, her moans as she cried out his name. And just as the dreams had become more vivid, so had the spreading hatred in him, the darkness that was ever present and desperate to overtake him. He didn't know if she could save him, fully save him. The Creator had never told any of them on how they could rid themselves of these curses and he wondered if she, his mate, could save him.

But it wouldn't stop him. If he found her, he would take her and kill anyone who tried keeping her from him. He would never let her go once he'd found her.

Weary with heartache and loneliness, he decided to visit the city on the other side of his forest. It was a good fifteen miles away, but distance didn't matter to him. Unlike other wolves, his stamina was immense, as well as his strength and speed. All the abilities wolves had were enhanced tenfold inside of him in both the form of a wolf and man.

He sped through the forest, emerging out into the open countryside and began racing up through the hills, toward the other side of the mountains where he knew the city lied.

It was a matter of minutes before he was there. He came to a stop on a hill that overlooked the city below him, his eyes narrowing on the smells and sounds that drifted up to him. A baby crying, men arguing, women laughing together. It had been twenty years since he had heard or even seen other humans and he took a moment to become accustomed to them.

On the hill above them he began searching the crowds of people, his opaque eyes, hard as granite, landing on the face of each woman and moving over them. He had never seen her in his dreams, her face was always a mist to him, always out of reach, but he would recognize her no matter what. He knew her scent, knew her because her body’s aroma would call to him as no one and nothing ever had.

He didn't see her, didn't smell her, and it angered him. He'd gained hope that he would find her this time, had thought that now she was here, but he could smell nothing. Growling, snarling, his sharp canines showing, he took a step forward, the red haze of hatred rising so ferociously he didn't even attempt to stop it. He could taste the blood of the people below him already, could hear their cries, the red meat in their bodies inside his jaws. The temptation to let go, to become what the wildness in him sought, was so strong, so fierce he could barely separate the human side from the animal’s side in him.

That was when a scent came to him, a strange scent that drifted to him, seemed to wrap around him. Confused, suspicious, the beast in him growled in warning, until he inhaled the fragrance. He went absolutely still, his entire body freezing as he realized what he'd just discovered.

It was her. It was her. She was here, in this city, waiting for him. And, by the gods, she was in heat!

In human form she was at the peak of her ovulation, giving off her unique scent and triggering the need to mate in him, to claim her and bury himself in her over and over. Until that moment he didn't realize how strong the sexual urges would be inside of him, how much he would need to have her beneath him, welcoming him into the heat of her body.

Joyous, ecstatic, he threw back his head and let out a long, fierce howl, the wind carrying the sound about him and back to his pack, who all responded with joy as well. Trotting down the hill, he stopped before a large row of bushes, shimmering from wolf to man in an instant.

He emerged from behind the bush's to make his way down to the city below. He wore what he always wore; a black shirt with black trousers and boots. His form was massive, ranging well over six feet with shoulders that were wide in build, arms that were thick and roped with muscle, trimming down to a flat belly. His body was well kept, muscles hard from years of running wild and free. But he had no idea the beauty his face held.

His skin was a dark golden hue, his brows black and slashing, his opaque eyes as dark as the night as he surveyed the group of people milling about the city's streets below. His hair, a color so black it looked almost blue, was so long it reached his neck, thick and silky. And walking into the city, he didn't realize or see the way all of the women froze, staring at him in shock and rising desire.

He scented the air, followed it deeper into the city, past the bustle of people, past women who stood gawking at him as he walked on. He walked until he reached the large estate on the outer regions of the city, where he could smell her waiting on the other side.

Not even halting in his pursuit, he walked around the estate, to where there were no guards stationed watching for intruders, and vaulted easily over the fence. Once inside, he walked into the home, where the shade of the house greeted, washing over him, and the scent and sound of two males and one female stood speaking in the living room of the estate.

This female wasn't her. He slinked closer and overheard there conversation.

"I will marry her. She's beautiful and young, ripe for marriage. She will make me an excellent wife." A man spoke, his tone pompous and sure.

"Her dowry will go to you also. She is a bit reluctant to give herself to you, but I will convince her with time." The woman's voice was chilled, hard, uncaring of the future of the young woman they spoke of.

"And where is my bride to be?" The first man asked.

"In her rooms, upstairs. She's resting right now. We'll wake her soon enough and inform her of the news."

He hoped for their sake who they spoke of wasn't his mate. Turning, he stalked silently upstairs, following the invisible scent of her to a room where the doors were shut solidly. Pausing, taking a breath, he placed a hand on the door; felt her inside, sleeping peacefully.

Unable to wait any longer, he opened one door and slipped inside, shutting it behind him. When he turned and saw her his world was turned upside down.

She was absolutely beautiful. Lying on her side, sleeping quietly, one hand curled about the sheet she'd draped to just below her shoulder, her long, silvery hair falling like a waterfall behind her, she appeared an angel sleeping to him. Her skin was pearly; a snowy white, her lashes long against her skin, her lips a lush pink that had his insides melting with pure lust. He could see her small, little body outlined beneath the sheet, her breasts round and perfectly shaped, her waist tiny, her legs slim.

Her aroma filled his nostrils, had the beast snarling and aching for a taste of her. Approaching the bed, he bent to her and inhaled the fragrance of her hair, nuzzling at her soft neck as she shifted restlessly beneath him.

"My little one." He murmured it, his voice rough with his emotions, coming out in a near growl. "Oh my beautiful little one, I've found you. I've finally found you."

He felt her move, felt her shift and turn toward him, and watched as her eyes slowly opened to look up at him. Her eyes were beautiful, as the rest of her was a shimmering blue that rivaled even the glittering ocean depths. And as the fog cleared from her eyes, as she adjusted and blinked, bringing him into focus, he slid into the bed with her and once again nuzzled her neck, one hand moving down and cupping the heat that had led him to her.

He felt her stiffen, felt her go absolutely still, and wondered if she recognized him as he recognized her. "My little miracle, my little one." He ran his tongue along her pulse, felt it jump and heard her heartbeat begin to beat frantically. "My life, my mate...."

His hand moved against her, one finger thrusting inside of her moist heat as she let out a little cry. He could smell her responding to him even more and it only inflamed his already fierce arousal. And kissing at her throat, his massive form looming over her smaller frame, he didn't notice the tears of fear that leaked from her eyes to pool along side her temples.....

Last Notes: I know this chapter isn't that long and I'm sorry for that, but this was all I wanted in this chapter. I didn't go too much into explanations on how he (Endymion) was created because that will come as the story progresses. Also, some people are going to wonder why she isn't fighting him off. She's terrified and assessing the situation. In the next chapter she's going to come back and prove that she's not a push over, trust me! Anyway, I'm already working on the next chapter and will get it out as soon as I can. Thank you for reading this chapter and please leave me a review! I'll add faster if ya'll do ::wink wink:: Oh! And any questions please send them to my e-mail and I'll try to answer them. ~sailorperfect@yahoo.com