A/N: Have you ever seen the movie Unleashed starring Jet Li and Morgan Freeman? You really should. It's an awesome movie. I love it! Anyways, this story was inspired by it. There are similarities but also many differences. Also, here is a better summary for the story since I can't write too much in the summary space FP gives you.

Summary: The only werewolf. The last of them all. All of Bryan's kind, including her parents, were wiped out by hunters. But someone saved her and she didn't know why. After a few weeks of staying with this man, she figured it out. He had trained her to become a dog, to do what he says, when he says it. But it's not the kind of things you're thinking like cleaning, cooking or giving into his sexual pleasures. At least, not for his pleasures.He had whores for that. No, it's more than that. This man wants her for one reason and one reason only. Business. She's there because she is the last werewolf and the strongest being on the Earth. After a tragic accident, she runs and meets someone who makes her feel like she actually belongs despite what she is. But secrets are revealed and the man who saved her isn't dead at all. He's alive and well. And searching for Bryan.

Yeah, I know kind of a long summary but I wanted to give you information about what is going on before you read. Enjoy.

The streets were wet from the morning rain that had come with a brutal storm. An angry storm. The clouds were still grey and sprinkling lightly.People drove to their destinations, ignoring everything else around them. And that was the problem. People ignored everything around them. Or did they? Seventeen years ago,some humans discovered werewolves were real. Seventeen years ago,those humans slaughtered them all. And seventeen years ago, for Bryan Matic, life became a living Hell.

A white car pulled into the turn around driveway of a very large mansion with beautiful land scaping. A large patch of grass was in the middle of the turn around driveway with a fountain in the center. A round bench surrounded the fountain so people could sit and relax. Trimmed hedges and blooming flowers were lined in such an elegant manner around the large yard. It was very beautiful. The yellow paint on the mansion looked perfect, not a scratch on it. The trim of it was a solid brown.

Three men got out of the car. The tallest was 6'7", muscular, almost scary muscular, with jet black hair, hazel eyes and ruggedly handsome features. His nose was one that had been broken more than once.His leather jacket was unbuttoned with a grey turtle neck sweater and black jeans underneath. His black boots were a bit scuffed. He had come out of the driver side. The man that had come out of the passenger side was 5'9", a tiny bit built but you couldn't really tell it under his tan leather jacket, white shirt, tan pants and black boots that were more scuffed than the driver's. His hair was red, his eyes grass green. The last man who had gotten out had exited the car from the back, behind the driver side. He was the shortest of the men, around 5'6" with greying brunette hair slicked back. His eyes were small, round and blue. A thick mustache graced his upper lip.He was portly, wearing an expensive looking white business suit. Of course, it was a business suit. They were here to do business.

"Remember," the portly man said with anEnglish accent. "Tom is not a stupid man but just in case, we'll take our little reinforcement in. Aye?"

"Good idea, Carl," the skinny man said. He had no accent. "I mean, boss." No one ever really called "the boss" by his real name. People who worked for him called him boss even when they were off the job.

"It is a good idea, Roger," the ruggedly handsomeagreed wtihthe skinnyman. He had a British accent."It'd be good to take her in. I have a feeling something bad will happen if we don't."

Carl clapped his big hands together. "Well, Gregory, your bad feelings are usual always true so get her out of this bloody car."

"Right then, boss," Gregory said and motioned for Roger to do it since he was closer. Roger went to the door behind the passenger door and opened it.

"Come on out," he said. A few seconds later, a 5'4" young woman stepped out of the car. At first glance, you'd say she was no threat. That's if you didn't know her secret. Her dark brown hair that looked as if it was trying to turn black fell to her shoulders, straight, thick and full. Her heart shaped face was lovely and clean. They always cleaned her before a job. Almond shaped eyes were a smokey grey and unreadable though she looked about like she was nervous. She had no reason to be nervous.Shehad a petitefigure.Her upper bodywas covered by a black leather belly shirt with thin straps, revealing a flat, beautifully curved stomach, waist and hips encased by leather pants tucked into knee high boots that zipped on the insides. She always wore leather.Carl wanted her to look sexy and dangerous. But what really got people's attention was the metal collar around her neck. Not that anyone ever saw her. She was rarely aloud out and when she was, it was on business.

Carl came to stand in front of Bryan. "It's time, my dear,"he said happily like a child at Christmas time.Gregory came around the side of the car with a chain. A small loop was on the outside of the collar.Gregory clipped the chain on the loop and held it tight. But that wouldn't help keep her from ripping his head off. But she knew better because under all of the men's jackets, they had guns with regular amunition. Regular ammo wouldn't kill her but it'd hurt and slow her down. She knew better than to hurt someone other than who the boss tells her to. "Just remember not to inflict to much damage to the point where they start guessing what you are. Aye?" Bryan nodded slowly. Carl was about to walk towards the mansion then stopped. "And don't kill anyone either."

Roger went up the steps first, followed by Carl with Gregory and Bryan at his back. Carl knocked on the large elegant double doors. A minute later, the door opened and tall, skinny old man in a black suit stood there. "May I help you?" he asked in a deep voice.

Carl smiled. "We're here to see Edmund. He's expecting us."

"I'm sorry," the butler said. "But Master Edmund isn't taking visitors today."

Carl grinned. "Let me rephrase that." He made a motion with his hand and Gregory came up with Bryan in tow.

The butler saw Bryan and smiled. "What is this?"

"Your worst nightmare," Carl told him. The butler laughed. Carl chuckled then intantly lost his laugh, his smile and a dark look came to his face. "Bad mistake." Bringing his hand to Bryan's neck where the collar was, he clicked a button and the collar came off with a dark impression around her neck. "Sick 'em."

Bryan's eyes seemed to darken, grow dangerous and threatening. The butler stopped laughing. Bryan took three strides, grabbed the lapels of the butler's suit and threw him backwards. The butler landed on his side with a cracking sound. The polished, hard floor had broken his arm with Bryan's help. He shrieked in pain. With her werewolf hearing, Bryan could here footsteps running down the halls, coming closer. When they got close enough and loud enough for the other men's human ears, Carl laughed loudly, spreading his arms.

"Let the fun begin!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the large room.

And it did.