AN: Okay, so I fell in love with this book as soon as I read it and I was like, I must write something on it. So this appeared and I know it's kinda rushed and confusing and pretty much crap but yeah…Please don't hate it? I'm gonna be writing a few Gone fics I suspect because its such an epic book.

'I've got this feeling that there's something that I missed,
I could do almost anything to you,
Don't you breathe
Don't you breathe,
I could do almost anything to you,
Something happened that I never understood,
I could do almost anything to you,
You can't leave,
You can't leave.'

-Somewhere a Clock is Ticking, Snow Patrol

A wolf ran at a steady lope through the desert. Its paws hit the ground with dull thuds, tongue lolling and tail bouncing from side to side. It was small and skinny, looking a little worse for wear. Blood stained its fur, turning the dark silver a copper colour. It fur was ragged, mud matting it down and mixing with the dried blood. Suddenly it stopped and lifted its muzzle, sniffing the air carefully and it tilted its head to one side. Four words went through its intelligent mind.

Town.

Three miles.

Run.

And so it set off, this time faster, muzzle to ground, eyes widened in relief.

Panda was patrolling the outskirts of the town, baseball bat in hand as he kicked his feet along the dirt, scowling at anything. He was bored, there had been no action for hours, nothing to do, no one to bully. He glanced up, his dark ringed eyes scanning the horizon for anything out of order. It was then he saw it, a blurred grey shape appeared, at first a shiver of a haze before it materialised and he realised it was an animal, probably hungry, after all, he doubted there was much left to eat.

He swallowed, clutching the baseball bat tighter as he stood his ground. As it got closer he saw it was a wolf. It was small and it was thin but it was most definitely a wolf. He didn't back down though, Howard and Orc were only a few blocks away, he could call them if he got into any trouble.

But the wolf was stumbling, swaying from side to side. As it got closer Panda saw the blood in its fur, the way it favoured its right paw. A smirk crossed his lips and he raised his bat, but suddenly the wolf stopped, right in front of him. It looked up with what looked like a pleading expression, before it dropped to the ground. He watched on in amazement as the animal started to change shape, its body twisting and turning until where a wolf had lay, was a girl. She had a mass of tangled black hair, two grey ears popping out the top of her skull, a tail curled around her bare legs, but she was most definitely a girl.

Beth peered out from between strands of black hair, her yellow eyes wide and fearful. The boy with the bat was just standing there, stock still, staring down at her. She wondered if he was going to attack, so she stayed where she was until a new voice interrupted the peaceful silence.

Panda jumped and spun round to face the angry face of Drake, someone who was even more frightening than Caine. Behind Drake stood Mallet and Howard, a little behind them Orc, his eyes dark but weary.

'What are you doing, Panda?' Drake snapped. 'You were meant to be back ages ago.'

Panda shrugged half heartedly, his mouth opening and closing. 'I-I got distracted.' Was all he managed to say, gesturing to the girl, who had sat up and seemed to be hiding behind Panda's long legs.

Immediately Drake's attention was on her, his eyes widening before narrowing dangerously. He noticed her abnormal ears and tail, the way she looked at everyone with those wild yellow eyes, and suddenly a smirk crossed his handsome face. He pushed Panda aside, causing Beth to panic and she shuffled backwards on her bottom.

'What is she?' Howard whispered, peering over Drake's shoulder.

'No clue, but she's coming with me.' Drake replied, firmly grabbing the girl by her arm and yanking her to her feet. She whimpered, her ears flattening, but followed him obediently.

'I saw her,' Panda said quietly. 'She was a wolf and then…and then this.'

Drake's smirk grew.

At the Plaza children were milling about, some laughing, some just moping as they flopped on the concrete, quietly observing everything around them. Most shrunk back at the sight of Drake and his crew, the others, the stronger ones, glanced away, too proud to shy away but too nervous to defy him. They're attention was caught as Beth passed, nobody knew her, she wasn't a Coates kid, she wasn't anyone's kid. Drake held her close, the grip on her arm was almost too painful for her to bear but she put up with it. Something told her not to challenge him, provoke him, and give him a reason to use that steel bar he held. She was nobody here, outnumbered and already an outcast.

She was directed wordlessly to the school, down the destroyed corridors and pushed into a cool office. The scary looking boys, the ones with the baseball bats and steel bars, filed in after her, slumping down onto couches or leaning against walls. Another boy sat beside a desk, his hair slicked back, his handsome face pulled into a frown. A girl stood next to him, her dark eyes trained on Beth. She was very pretty but there was an odd look about her that Beth didn't like.

'What is this, Drake?' Caine asked, his voice full of authority.

'Panda found her, she's mine.' Drake answered confidently. The girl snorted and he flashed a glare her way.

'I'm not sure you can own people,' she said smoothly, not at all phased by his glare, so full of hatred.

'Diana,' Caine held up his hand and the pretty girl rolled her eyes but she looked back at Beth, ignoring Drake's death stare. 'What is that on her head? Has she got the power?' Caine frowned, glancing around the room.

'She is-was, a wolf, uh, sir.' Panda stammered.

'A wolf?'

'Yeah, Panda said she turned into one.' Drake drawled, smirking at Beth who shifted nervously.

'Show me.' Caine ordered.

Drake glanced down at Beth and she looked up at him, seemingly oblivious to what was going on around her. He nudged her in the back of the leg with his baseball and she jumped, her eyes landing on Caine. He raised an eyebrow expectantly. With a shaky intake of breath, she closed her golden eyes and concentrated her mind. It wasn't hard, her body was programmed to be able to do it in an instant, concentration or not. All she had to do was think and, bam. She opened her eyes, seeing the astonished face of Caine through a vision of black and white.

He sucked in a breath and leant back in his chair. 'What's her name?' Drake nudged Beth in the leg and she was a girl again, this time was faster.

'B-Beth,' she said, her voice no more than a whisper.

He smiled, a slow smile that seemed to spread across his lips like butter. 'Well, Beth, you don't look particularly dangerous, do you?' He nodded. 'Drake, you can have her, but if we need her, we can use her.'

'Oh, come on,' Diana spoke up. 'You can't give her to him; she'll be dead within an hour. You know what he's like, sadist.' She hissed, pointing accusingly at Drake.

'Since when did you have a heart?' He grinned his shark like smile, already manoeuvring Beth out of the door.

Diana shook her head, watching his gang of thugs follow after him. She looked at Caine, almost sadly. 'That was a mistake.' She murmured.

Beth had been ordered to sit on the floor, which she had done so without question. All of it was a blur; she didn't know where to look. How had she got into this situation? The boy known as Drake had taken her to his house, a small two bed roomed flat. It wasn't messy, in fact it was rather organised, everything in its place, except Beth. She didn't have a place, but she seemed to find it at the bottom of Drake's bed, curled up like an animal, her tail wrapped comfortingly around her legs. He was on the bed, his arms resting behind his head, eyes closed and legs stretched out.

He wasn't asleep, she could tell by the rise and fall of his chest, but she wasn't the type of person to go sneaking around. She didn't know what she was, not anymore. The scientists had kept her locked up all her life and then suddenly, she was free, free to roam and do what she liked. With a satisfied sigh, she closed her eyes, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

She woke with a start, gasping for air. It took her a moment to realise where she was, slumping down again as she settled herself. She swallowed, shaking herself before rising onto her knees and peering over the end of the bed. Drake was gone, the sheets crumpled from where he had lain. A frown crossed her pale features and she sat back down onto her haunches. She doubted he would just leave her there. Beth wondered lamely if she should go out. She decided she would, but not after she had satisfied her hunger.

She shook her head and stood up, her stomach rumbled weakly in protest almost making her jump. It had been days since she had eaten, her ribs stuck out painfully from the black tank top she wore. Her legs were like sticks, pale against the black denim of her tattered shorts.

A rifle was resting against the wall, a knife on the bedside table and the steel bar discarded on the floor. Beth passed all of these things as she made her way to the door; she avoided looking at them, a shiver running down her back. The kitchen wasn't much different, tidy, clean, everything neatly put away. Beth found a loaf of bread in the cupboard and she tore a bit off, chewing on it contentedly.

The door slammed open and Drake appeared, yawning as he stretched his arms, the muscles in his stomach flexed and Beth blinked, backing away from him slightly. He was tall, taller than her, his sandy blonde hair dishevelled as if he had run his hands through it a lot. He frowned when he noticed her, obviously not remembering this strange looking girl he had brought home last night. In return she watched him warily, her ears twitching nervously. Her natural instincts were trustworthy, and he was setting off warning bells in her mind.

'The wolf, right?' He said. His eyes flickered to the bread and he raised his eyebrows, making his way over to the fridge, a smirk already appearing on his face. She didn't answer and he looked at her expectantly.

'Y-yes.' She stammered, her back hitting the sink.

He nodded and pulled something from the fridge, slamming the door shut. He held it up in front of her and she winced, her ears flattening. It was a piece of meat, raw and bloody, the liquid ran down his arm and dripped onto the floor.

'Wolves eat meat,' he said, a cruel edge to his voice. 'So eat it.' He dropped it onto the floor and it slapped down hollowly, splattering blood up Beth's bare legs. She shook her head fearfully, trying to back away but there was nowhere else to go. 'Eat it.' He growled, raising his hand threateningly.

Beth flinched and got down onto her knees. She glanced up at him and he raised his eyebrows. She slowly lowered her head to it, the stench hit her like a smack in the face and she recoiled, tears stinging her eyes. She tried to stand, to get away, but his hand was there, entangled with her hair and forcing her back down.

With a desperate sob, she dug her sharp teeth into the meat, chewing on it slowly. Drake smirked down at her triumphantly as she ate faster, the stench of it now intoxicating her senses and almost making her drool. He released her hair and she grabbed the meat in both hands, tearing huge chunks off; blood ran down her chin, staining her top.

'Eat up, little wolf,' he called as he walked into the bedroom. 'Got a big day ahead of you.'