HAI.

So if any of you know me, which I doubt you will, you might know I have a tendency to leave a story half finished. HOWEVER, I've nearly finished this story, and I wasn't going to upload it until I'd completely 100% finished it, but then I got impatient so thought I'd upload this to see if anyone likes it! I wasn't going to to upload this cause I hate sharing my work, but then I was just like meeeh. Fly with the fairies, run with the wolves.

Anyway I'm feeling a bit hyper so I'll shut up.

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OH ONE MORE THING.

I've based this off different episodes, but have adapted them slightly to fit with my plot, so you may end up a bit confused. If that's the case, I apologise in advance and am willing to answer confuzzled questions!:)

DISCLAMER: I don't own Wolfblood, or the quotes from the show I used, however I would very much like to own Bobby Lockwood.

Also, if I write "Whitewall" instead of "Whitewood", it's because I've done a 6 hour GCSE Drama exam and Whitewall was the name of the school.

Tuesday/3:45pm

"Rhydian Morris!"

Rhydian froze in his tracks, the voice alone causing anger to surge through his veins.

He turned briefly, looking her up and down in disgust. "What do you want?" He was making it obvious, he knew he was – his tight voice, clenched fists and tense body – but he knew she knew. In fact, she was probably kicking herself that she hadn't gotten her hands on him earlier.

"I want to talk Rhydian, if that's okay." Rhydian laughed, shaking his head as he continued to walk. There was no chance he was going to listen to a word she had to say.

Dr Whitewood cleared her throat. "I guess I'll just have to pay Maddy a visit instead." Rhydian stopped dead in his tracks, her silent threat ringing in his ears – it's either you, or her. His lip curled and he snarled, a low threatening noise that he regretted making as soon as he did it. He was making this far too easy for her. He took a breath and composed himself before turning fully to face her. If she wanted to talk, then they'd talk. There was nothing wrong with being civilised after all.

Dr. Whitewood stood confidently, but Rhydian could see through her facade. Her fingers were twitching and her breathing was ever so slightly ragged – she was scared of what Rhydian could do to her, there was no doubt in his mind of that – but there was some other emotion bubbling inside her, something else besides fear. And it unsettled Rhydian.

She swallowed noisily. "That's better, isn't it?" She said, trying to compose herself. She had come here for a reason, she had the upper hand.

"You don't touch Maddy if we talk. You don't even think of her." Rhydian spat through gritted teeth. He was only doing this on that one condition.

Dr Whitewood nodded. At least, if only for a moment, Rhydian's nerves were settled. "Then let's get this over with." Rhydian spoke more confidently, clearly. The quicker this was over with, the better.

"Well you see Rhydian, I've been doing some tests on the dog chew Liam found in Maddy's cellar." Rhydian fidgeted uncomfortably as she pulled out an iPad and walked so she was within touching distance with Rhydian. She extended her arm to him, showing him the results. "And I was surprised with what I found."

Rhydian ran his eyes over the screen. He shifted uncomfortably, but kept his face neutral. It read 'RHYDIAN MORRIS – DNA RESULTS. 52.8% HUMAN DNA, 47.2% WOLF DNA.' He shrugged his shoulders, adjusting his school bag strap.

"I visit Maddy's all the time – I know her wolves. So, maybe I touched a chew a wolf had already slobbered over – that doesn't make me a werewolf."

Dr Whitewood shook her head defiantly, her confidence growing with every fleeting second. "There's no cross contamination here Rhydian. The saliva is that of a hybrid animal – part human, part wolf."

Rhydian felt his anger increasing as she spoke. She was so arrogant, so sure...so right. There was nothing he could possibly say to defend himself. "All I ask of you is to allow me to study you, purely for scientific reasons. I would tell no one, I would only be doing it to help the both of us." Rhydian snorted, which Dr Whitewood only took as fuel to continue. "In fact, you're lucky this fell into my hands...other people might not be so...understanding."

"Are you threatening me?" Rhydian asked.

She smiled a sickly sweet smile. "I'm here to help you Rhydian; and Maddy, and her parents, and anyone else with the secret. Together we'll discover things never known before."

"Maybe I don't want to be tested on! Maybe I don't want anything to do with you!" Rhydian looked down at his shaking hands as black ink started to crawl into them. He hastily hid them in his sleeves, not wanting to give this scientist any more reasons to lock him up and experiment on him. But of course she had seen them.

He looked back up at her, desperately trying to keep his cool. The last thing he needed was to wolf out and attack her – imagine how much proof she'd have then. However the more he glared into her steely brown eyes, the less dominant and in control he felt.

"Perhaps I'm not making myself clear Rhydian. It's either you, or your girlfriend. And if both of you refuse...well, then I'm afraid it goes out of my hands. You're in the governments hands." She shrugged, fully aware of how much she was pushing him.

"If you hurt Maddy or her family-" Rhydian was cut short.

"Maddy and her parents are perfectly safe unless you don't comply with my simple terms. Come with me now, quietly and willingly, and everything will be fine...I promise you."

For a moment, she was convinced she'd persuaded him. But then he simply laughed, and his whole body relaxed. "If you think you're really going to convince me to be your lab rat, you're very wrong. You've got no real proof, just a dodgy dog chew and a forged piece of paper." Rhydian lowered his voice threateningly, leaning closer to Dr Whitewood. "But if even think of threatening me or anyone I care about again, you're going to very much regret it. You are never to come near me, or Maddy, or any of us again. Understand?"

"Well that's a shame, cause speak of the devil..." Dr Whitewood motioned behind Rhydian. Rhydian spun around in worry and confusion; he hadn't heard anyone approach from behind! He scanned the surrounding area, before drawing the conclusion that no one was there. So why had she said there was? Unless...

The realisation dawned on Rhydian a moment too late.

Dr Whitewood pulled a syringe from her pocket. Without a moment's hesitation she had stabbed it into his neck, injecting the contents before Rhydian even had a chance.

She stumbled back as Rhydian's hand flew to the back of his neck where the syringe still was. He pulled it out in blind anger, before staring at it in horror. He'd known that feeling before in wolf form. It was tranquiliser.

His vision turned blurry, and he threw the needle away in panic, stumbling backwards weakly. The trees around him were swirling uncontrollably, and his chest and eyes felt heavy. He fell sideways onto the leafy ground, his head resting helplessly on the mud. He desperately tried to keep his eyes open as he watched three figures dressed in white merging in and out of one another approach him, a voice echoing in his head.

"It didn't have to be like this."

But Rhydian couldn't focus any longer – his tiredness became weakness and his weakness became hopelessness and his hopelessness became tiredness again. There was no escaping the inevitability this time. He had no help, no backup, no Maddy to save him from his stupidity this time.

The browns and greens of the forest merged into blackness as his eyes fluttered to an eventual close, his last thought of Maddy.

I like reviews very much muchly I do.

Also, please tell me if you notice any OCCness, I can't stand it...although Dr Whitewood does turn quite...dark in future chapters.

SPOILERS. Nah but seriously, if you don't like dark hurty/comforty fics, you might want to skip the majority of the story...though they're not that bad...or at least I don't think they are...okay I'll shut up.

-Between The Lines OUT!

ps revieeeeeew!:')