"Chloe!" Derek's urgent voice whispered in ear, "I need you to listen to me very carefully, okay?"

I looked over and Ramon and Liam and shivered. Their eyes were as cold as ice, smile as evil as hell. But I nodded.

"I want you to run when I say so. Keep running and never stop until you made sure they're not following you," he said, shifting me under him.

"What? No! You know that I would never leave you here! They are werewolves, Derek! I know that you're a werewolf too, but they have more experience!" I hissed in his ear.

"Just listen to me!" he growled. "We both know that I'm not going to make it. No, Chloe. Don't deny it. I can see on your face that you know I'm not going to survive."

"No, Derek. Please don't do this," I whispered more quietly now, my voice trembling a little. "Don't leave me alone. I'm begging you."

He smiled, but it just didn't reach his eyes. "You'll have Simon and Tori. Wait, they're looking again. When I give you the signal, run like hell."

Ramon stepped forward. "Okay, lovebirds. Time to break it up. Come with me, Canin."

He pushed me back. "Go. Not much of a signal, huh?"

I was about to protest about leaving, but he grabbed me in a bear tight hug. I had to gasp for breathing.

"Sorry," he murmered, letting go of me but still holding my hand, "But I have to."

"Did you hear what I said? Break it up," Ramon said again.

I can't really explain what I was feeling. Part of me was sad, part of me was angry, and part of me was...what? I can't seem to find the word for it.

"Run."

When I didn't look at him, he put a hand under my chin and pulled me up to look at him. "Chloe, I need to tell you something just before I...go. Don't freak out. And I can understand if you never talk to me again. I love you."

I couldn't move. Did he just say he loved me?

He leaned down and brushed his lips softly against mine's. Before, I probably would have went beserk. But now I felt a warm feeling burning up inside me.

I kissed him back, grabbing a chunk of hair and pulling him towards me.

Just then, Liam pushed us away. "We had had enough of this. Come one, Canin."

Derek's eyes told me to run, and so I did.

My feet didn't touch the ground as I ran. But halfway to the point where I was about to die, I stopped. Not because I was tired, but because of Derek.

I looked back my shoulder and saw all three werewolves beating each other up. Blood spurted from Derek's nose.

Suddenly, Liz appeared in front of me. "What are you doing? Go help him!"

I knew she was right, but I had no weapon except for the knife. "But-"

"Just go! I can help you, but not a lot. Here," she said, handing me a sword.

"Where did you get this?" I asked, holding it up to the sunlight. The sword was made out of crystal and had a gold arm. Along the sword, there was some kind of writing.

"My dad had one. He keeps a whole bunch of them in his closet."

"Thank you, Liz."

Without another hesitation, I ran back to where the fight was brewing.