Paul's point of view:

She moaned, kissing me, clinging her sweaty hands around my neck. I hate when girls get clingy. Danielle-wait no, that wasn't right, Shannon, okay, maybe not…Betty? Lee? Cindy? Who cares? Nothing after this night. She knew that, I knew that. Everyone knows that when you come to a party, drunk… nothing is serious.

I could hear the music blaring; I could hear people dancing and things breaking.

She moaned deeply again. Mhh…I was satisfied.

Kim's point of view:

Blake was having a party this Saturday- I was invited-Blake's my friend, but I'm not an idiot. There are only two things you get from these parties. Headaches and the 's' word. I'm not even saying it out loud-why? 'Cause I know for a fact that Jared Cameron is probably at one of these parties right now… drunk…with some girl… some other girl. Just kill me.

Next Day…

I bit my lip searching around the parking lot.

"Stop being so obvious Kim, he's not here. Paul's not here either." Tara matured close to my ear so Shelby or Casey couldn't here.

"I wasn't thinking about him." Lie. "I was thinking about the science homework-did we get science homework? I don't think I've done it." I shrugged. Lie.

"Oh." Tara looked surprised. Maybe I was a better liar then I thought? "Well, no, we didn't."

"Thanks." I simply muttured before listening to Shelby's plans about this weekend.

Paul's point of view:

She poured a glass of red wine.

"Mum?"

"Oh! Paul, err, what are you doing here?" she blinked shocked. Okay, so, when I come home-its un-predictable, but still… Mum was drinking again? Okay, so its wine, it's not exactly Vodka but this is exactly what happened last time. Images flashed before my eyes, Mum before she went to rehab... the hangovers, the disgusting beer breath.

"I live here, remember?" I snapped. "What do you think your doing?"

"I'm an adult Paul, Okay? Your only seventeen. I'm forty-one years old for goodness sake! Nothing is going to happen."

"Because you're going to stop!" I roared. This was weird-I was never this angry.

"Paul Lahote! You will not talk to me like that!" She snapped.

I charged out of the bag door into the yard, I was furious. What's going to happen after this? Mum goes to rehab? I get pity looks from all the neighbours. Jamie gets taken away until Mum comes back! I don't think so. I looked at my feet so see… huge paws. WHAT THE FUCK? WHY the hell do I have PAWS?

Paul Lahote? I'm Sam Uley. You're a wolf.-Sam

Oh. Okay. WHY THE FUCK AM I A WOLF?-Me.