Chapter 1: A Therapeutic Cover Up

A.N. I got a good response so here you guys go. If you have read this from Wattpad before I advise you to re-read as I have made some dialogue and monologue changes that i think would benefit these specific characters more.

Song: Take Cover by All Time Low

AYDN

The crisp crunch of leaves and small branches sounds as feet stomp across them. The northwestern wind caused the trees to sway. It would've been a pretty sight if she was paying attention.

She was preoccupied instead. The 20 year old girl had decided to take "the road less traveled". She hadn't had the faintest idea where she was going, or how long she'd been walking. She did know she was close, however.

Judging by the aforementioned northwestern wind and her phone GPS, she was just outside of Chicago. Deep in the woods.

Deciding to take a break, she sat under a nice size Oak Tree. Pulling out her phone she scrolled through her call list.

She hadn't contacted her Mom in a few days, she's probably worried. Her hazel eyes surveyed the surroundings. Just her and some trees.

"Hello, honey. I've been awaiting your call. I was starting to get worried." Her parenting sort of resembled that of a student-led class. The teacher's present and there to help, but the student teaches themselves.

Despite her mom being so hands-off, their relationship was really close. The parenting technique didn't bother her at all. She needs the independence. She is 20 going on 21, after all.

"Hi, mom. I miss you. How long have I been gone?" She sighed, looking at her calendar on her desk, she guesses, "Maybe about a week and a half. Where'd you end up? Have you hunted recently? Has anyone tried to mess with you, Lucy? Cause if they have I'll...let you handle it. You're a grown woman who can make decisions on her own." Quinn giggled at her mother. She just about repeated that since the day she was born.

"I'm fine, mama. And you know it's Quinn now. No one has messed with me. I'm just outside Chicago. I didn't get very far. And, I was just about to hunt. Just had to make sure the coast was clear." Quinn stood up, proceeding to do as she suggested.

"Alright, I expected you to be farther away from here. I'm assuming you walked the whole way. If you had turned, you probably would of been to Kansas City by now." She could here her fingers tapping anxiously on her Cherrywood desk.

"I...wanted to preserve my energy. I don't know why. I feel weird for some reason."

"Please be careful. I would like you in one piece when you get back to Lima."

"I know, ma. I'll be fine."

"I know. Ju-just promise me. I worry, you know." The tremble in her voice startled Quinn. What did she know, that Quinn didn't?

"Mom. I'm going to be okay. I know you're worried but… I feel like something substantial is going to happen. It's a good thing."

"I love you. I'll see you soon, alright."

"Bye, mom." She hung up before she could respond. It was rude, but they both needed it. They would have been on the phone forever if she hadn't hung up.

Putting her phone in her pocket, Quinn surveyed her surroundings once again. When she assessed she was alone, she hunched onto all fours.

For some werewolves, forming was painful. For Quinn it was exhilarating. Normally she would let Ramsey, her wolf, takeover. Today she decided to stay in full control.

Taking a large huff. She sprinted off further into the woods.

About an hour into her hunt, Quinn heard rustling in the distance. She quickly swallowed the rabbit she caught and hid behind a tree.

A woman, who seemed to be around her age, strutted through the dewy grass. She grumbled to herself as she walked. Her backpack switching from side to side.

Quinn was captivated by the woman. She felt Ramsey purr slightly, urging her to follow. Quinn did.

She tried not to howl when the woman tripped over a vine and fell to the woods floor. Quinn wanted to help but she couldn't exactly do that in wolf form.

As she changed back, she made sure to make noise so she wouldn't completely scare the poor girl.

It didn't work. As Quinn approached, the girl screamed.

"I have pepper spray!" The girl quickly reached for her bag.

"I didn't mean to scare you. My name's Quinn. I just want to help." Quinn peeked through her raised arms to see the small woman slowly take her hand away from her bag.

"Are you sure you're not dangerous?" The girl asked. Quinn blanched.

"Well, not much more than anything else you could've encountered in these woods."

The girl shrugged, "Good enough for me. I'm Santana by the way." Quinn relaxed. The woman examined herself, wincing when she saw a big gash on her calf.

Quinn growled softly. It startled Santana just as much as it did Quinn herself. The blonde girl cleared her throat.

"Here, let me help you up." Despite Santana's protests, Quinn easily lifted the injured girl off the ground bridal style.

Santana gasped and bit her lip. She didn't know what was happening, but she kind of liked it. Quinn was so chiseled and quite a bit taller than her. Her stance was straight and hard. Santana moaned under her breath as Quinn's muscles rippled under her shirt.

After setting Santana onto a nearby downed tree, Quinn grabbed the other girl's backpack. She plopped down on the log slightly frazzled.

As soon as Quinn touched Santana, a warm sensation settled over her. She didn't think anything of it. She's a werewolf, they're always hot. Then the full moon tattoo on her lower back started to sting. She felt her eyes start to glow a magnificent silver-ish blue. She closed her eyes quickly to hide them.

According to her mother, a birthmark will glow and sting upon first contact with one's mate. And the sensation it causes almost forces the change against the werewolf's will. When Quinn turned sixteen, she went to her best friend and cousin Brittany, who was eighteen at the time, to get a tattoo. That tattoo was placed to cover a birthmark on her lower back that was absolutely atrocious.

Quinn blanched for what seemed like the fifteenth time that day. She just found her mate. What a day.

"So, what brings you to the woods?" Santana asked as she finished covering her wound.

Quinn wanted to respond, "You.", she couldn't though. That would be creepy. It was true, Santana, or her mate rather, was one of the reasons she left Lima in the first place. That turned out well. Which meant she could go back to her mom and prepare sooner than she expected.

Quinn made a mental note to call her mother and tell her to start preparing the old rituals Quinn knew they would have to go through for thier bond to become official.

"Oh, you know, just walking. Trying to find myself and what not. What are you doing, deep in the woods. Alone." Ramsey growled, he didn't like that. The fact that his mate was alone in the woods, the supernatural infested woods, was not sitting well.

It's his and Quinn's job to protect their mate. Mating would help. No one would dare touch a marked and pregnant woman. Oh yes. That was a great idea he thought. Ramsey pushed Quinn's body closer to Santana.

Quinnn caught herself before she toppled onto the girl. She discreetly pet her chest. 'Calm down, Ram. We just met her. She doesn't even know my last name yet.' Ramsey growled and whined back something along the lines of "that's not fair and why not?". 'I know, buddy. Soon enough. I promise.'

Quinnn looked back at the girl, she was staring straight ahead with a solemn look on her face.

"I honestly don't know why I'm here or what I'm doing. I just wanted to get away." She slumped closer to Quinn. She smiled.

"Well, I haven't the faintest idea where I'm going either. How about we continue not knowing, together?" Quinn asked. She stood up, grabbed Santana's backpack, and held her hand out. She knew that part of that was a lie. She needed to to get the two of them back home as quickly as possible, but she couldn't tell the latina that just yet.

Santana smiled slightly and grabbed it. "I'd love to."

AYDN

Three hours later found them sitting in a diner that was conveniently in the middle of the forest. They had finally learned each other's last names and a lot of other things.

If Quinn was thinking with her brain instead of her heart, she probably would have realized that a diner in the middle of a supernatural forest was a bad idea.

"What would you like?" A pale woman wearing a black apron asked Santana.

Quinn slowly inhaled through her nose only for her nose hairs to be practically singed. She coughed slightly. It smelled heavily of bleach. That's when she knew she was in trouble.

"Um, this Werewolf Burger sounds delicious. I'll have that with a side of sweet potato fries." The waitress wrote her order down calmly. She turned to Quinn in what seemed like slow motion.

Right as the waitress realized who or rather what she was looking at, she called for the chef. "Rick, we got a dog!"

As fast as she could, Quinn grabbed her mate and ran out the diner.

With vampires hot on her heels, and a woman over her shoulder, Quinn ran. Quinn ran Fast.

"Q, what's happening?" Santana whimpered. Her eyes were shut tightly and her arms were wrapped securely around Quinn. She knew she should be way more terrified than she was, but Quinn had this weird way of making her feel safe.

"Crap. Um, Santana there's still some things you need to know about me. I can't tell you right now. I promise I will, as soon as those things stop chasing us." Quinn felt Ramsey growl. They both knew what had to be done to insure their mate's safety.

"San, I need you to listen very carefully. You need to climb onto my back," Quinn took a sharp turn, Santana held on tighter," Please, San. I need you to climb onto my back. Hold as tight as you can, and it would be in your best interest if you closed your eyes."

Quinn relaxed slightly when Santana followed her directions. She could still hear vampire screeching not far behind. She could feel the change had already started turning her eyes the silver-ish blue color.

Quinn timed her change perfectly with a jump she would have to make over a log. Quinn pushed off with her legs. She felt Santana squeeze tighter as she changed through the air. She let Ramsey takeover fully this time. She needed to think.

Ransey was happy about that, he hadn't met his mate yet and it was killing him. He hoped he made a good first impression by saving her life. He knew if he wasn't an Alpha, being saved by one would surely put him in thier good graces.

Ramsey landed on his front legs and picked up the pace. Quinn could only run so fast in human form. Granted faster than a normal human, but still not fast as her wolf form. Ramsey howled loudly as he sprinted, the full moon brightening up the forest floor.

Santana felt Quinnn change. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, she had no temptation to do so either. Whatever she was holding onto was not human. She knew that for sure. She trusted Quinn, though. She felt safe.

"Q?"

Ramsey purred soothingly, 'I've got this. We've got you.' He thought even if he knew Santana wouldn't be able to hear it.

Santana was safe and she always will be from now on.