<Sky's pov>

I awoke from being a sleep for what seemed like eternity. I opened my eyes slowly to see I was in a dark room. Had I been captured? I heard footsteps coming closer and closer to the door. I was nervous to see what was coming for me. The door opened and then the lights came on.

"Please turn off the lights!" I yelled. I didn't have a clue as in to why my eyes burned when the light shines on them.

"Is this okay?" The man said as he turn the lights down to make the room dem. He started to walk over towards me with a tray of fruit and water.

I was looking around the room still unsure where I was.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"My home." He said as he sat down on the bed.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Anthony." He said with a smile on his face.

"Where is your home located?"

"Well arn't we full of questions. We're in South France."

"South France?" How did I end up here? Where was I before? My past was a complete mystery, "What's my name?"

"I don't know. I was hoping you could tell me what your name is."

"I uh honestly don't know. How did I get here?"

"I found you laying on the beach. You looked badly hurt and I wanted to take you to a hospital but you asked for me not to. You really don't remember anything?"

"No."

"Well does that tattoo have any meaning?" He asked pointing to my hand.

"This must be new. It hurts." I looked down at my right hand. It was a small pattern of lines wrapping around my thumb going down all the way to my wrist. "I just don't understand any of this."

"I know we just met and all,"

"You saved my life." I said cutting him off.

"You can stay here for as long as you need until you get things in order."

"Your not french are you?'

"Uh no. I'm an American. Get some rest and I'll see you in the morning."

Anthony left the room. I couldn't help but check him out. He was a white male about 20 years old, bright blue eyes, short spiked blonde hair, and an athletic build. I was greatful for him coming to my rescue but sure if I could trust him. I decieded to get out of the bed and take a step outside on his patio. The clothes I had on didn't fit. Or should I say the shirt didn't fit. It must have been one of his shirts. One of his favorites to be exact. How I knew that, I don't know. I sensed it. I took a step outside the air was cool and crisp. The wind was blowing through my hair. France was beautiful. I looked up to the sky and glanced at the moon, all of a sudden I started to have visions. The visions were blury.I seen a man and what seemed to be a young girl. I seen sharp teeth and what looked like a man transforming into a wolf. I seen a woman with bright orange hair saying,"This is not over Sky." The visions happened so fast, I found my self on the floor of the patio clutching my stomach.There was a small puddle on the ground. I looked at it and saw my reflection. Everything was the same except for the color of my eyes. They were a beaming violet color. I knew those wern't the nature color of my eyes. No one could have violet eyes. I can't understand what's going on but I know somewhere out there someone had the answers and I plan of finding them some way, some how.