Chapter Two



(CLANG)
(CLANG)

The sound of iron weights colliding. The high-tech bench press machine was set to 120lbs. The sound of someone grunting and cursing under their breath, It is rather obvious that a very strong, athletic person was using the machine to work out.



“Urrrgghhhh....Come on...you f***er.” The muscular man curses. He’s been trying to adjust his workouts to keep his physique, which to be frank, is usually the only thing that’s going for him.



Michael Schaefer is his name, but everyone that has the (dis)pleasure of knowing him simply calls him “Mike”. He’s about five foot eleven; he wore baggy jeans and a wife-beater. Facially, Mike is the epitome of Australia-handsome with his rugged looks, chiseled jaw line, short brown hair, and lots of facial stubble with a chin-strap beard.
In terms of looks and physique, he is an absolutely stunning man. But his personality is a whole another story.



He used to be a middleweight MMA fighter, under the name “The Lone Wolf.” Named after his brooding, sullen nature and the fact that he looks like a stereotypical “modern werewolf” in which girls fantasized about. He was known for his swift and brutal knockouts, almost too brutal. His tenure with MMA is over now, however. He was caught one day injecting himself with steroids. His coach was so livid that he almost murdered him right then and there.



Mike then goes on the treadmill to do his usual 30 minute run for the cardio part of his workout. Not only does he do it to reach his optimal heart rate and to burn calories. He feels that cardio is the only thing that can take his mind off of things. Reminiscing about his days as an MMA fighter and the steroid debacle gets him angry, it always does. But then another thought entered his mind....about how he lost someone he really loved....



“WHY DO YOU EVEN BOTHER STAYING WITH ME IF YOU’RE JUST GONNA MAKE PASSES AT OTHER GIRLS, IN FRONT OF ME NO LESS!!?!”
“But Genevra!”
“Oh don’t give me that ‘But Genevra’ B.S. That’s it. Were DONE! I NEVER EVER WANT TO TALK TO YOU EVER AGAIN! I”M UNFRIENDING AND BLOCKING YOU FROM FACEBOOK, I’M UNFOLLOWING YOU ON TWITTER AND ERASING YOU FROM EVERY SINGLE ADRESS BOOK I OWN!!!! WAY TO THROW 2 ½ YEARS OUT THE WINDOW, ASSHOLE!”



“Genevra.....” Mike grunts to himself. Realizing the reason why she left was because of his stupidity and arrogance....he gets off the treadmill, still angry and stressed-out....



He exits the gym, mounts his iron horse, and rides off.

The Lone Wolf is on the prowl.