It's my first week as a werewolf, or at least that's what I was told. I've been passed out for the past three days, and the four days I've been up, I haven't gotten out of my bed. Derek lives here too in another subway cart, along with Isaac, who decked out his subway cart.

I felt more at home here than anywhere else, this is my new home. As if right on que, Erica lightly tapped on my door and opened up. "Hi Angelica," she said as entering the room, "how are you feeling?" I looked at her as she sat on my new beautiful bed. Derek tore out some of the seats and replaced them with a nice, comfy bed for me. He also gave me a bunch of clothes from my house and my own dresser. "I'm okay, thanks for asking." I said very quietly. She smiled ever so slightly. Out of all the people in the pack, Erica was the one I trusted the most. Boyd was nice, but he was way to intimating for me to trust so easily. Isaac was very shifty, like a con artist. I don't believe I would ever be able to trust him, which was sad; we are a pack after all. Lastly, there was Derek, the man who changed me. He was tall, strong, a little scary, but over all a good leader. I trusted him, but not like I trusted Erica.

For a while she just smoothed out my hair and whispered stories about werewolves to me. She said that this all gets better; better sight, hearing, and just better. Derek once came in my room and told what happens to 'new pups'. He said that we go through 'stages'. Some become very depressed, like me. Others become very hormonal, like Erica. Sometimes they get these adrenaline rushes, like what happened to Boyd. But Isaac had these weird mood swings, like one second he wants to die, the next second he's at the top of a fifty foot tree, humping it.

I promised myself I would never be an Isaac. Erica left but I didn't hear her leaving, a perk to being a dog is that you can walk with no noise at all. i won't lie, it's creepy not to hear footsteps! Another off topic thought though. As Erica left I sunk deeper in my bed, wishing to die. I love being part of a family, but the whole depression thing was awful. I still remember how Derek found me, and saved me from myself.

I was in the park across the street from my house at 2:00AM. I was swinging absent mindedly from a swing. I was swinging very slowly and softly. All I could hear was the creek from my swing every now and then. I didn't want to live no more; I wanted to end my life, right here in the park. I had nothing to live for anymore… but my depression thoughts were interrupted bt a new sound. I heard two swings creek slightly. I turned to see a beautiful boy- no I'm wrong he's a man- swinging almost silently next to me. "Hello Angelica". I heard him say, his voice was rough, but somehow soft. I simply mumbled out some sort of greeting back, not caring how he knew my name. a lot of people knew my name and face since the accident.

"I know you're hurting, I know it's bad, but I could make it better." He sounded so sincere and gentle, but I wasn't easily fooled. "If you're selling drugs, I don't want any. If you want to murder me, I'm waiting. If you're going to kidnap me, go ahead. Even if you want to rape me, I would protest." Some would say I have a lot of balls, other would say I want him to hurt or rape me. The truth is I don't want to be alive anymore, it's all just way to much…

he got up slowly and kneeled in front of me. He took both my hands in intertwined our fingers together. He looked me dead in the eye and told me straight to my face, "I'm not letting you die, not now, not fucking ever. Do you understand? You have a life to live Angelica, it may not be the best, but you're going to get through this. I want to help you become stronger."

I could be put together what he meant, not till he told me. He said his name was Derek Hale and that his whole family died in a fire, and his sister was murdered. He said he could relate to me pain, he also said he could help. "How can you help me?" I meant for it to sound strong be it turned out very weak. "I'm a werewolf, Angelica". I stopped swinging ever so softly. I turned and look at him, square in the face. Was this boy for real? I've been lied to enough to tell that he wasn't lying to me.

He told me about the hunter and how he was the Alpha of a pack of werewolves. He told be how shifting is painless, but the bite that will allow you to shift, hurts like a bitch. He said that if he gave me the bite I might die, but that meant nothing. He said how I could see through very think trees, or hear the woods in the city. He said I would be able to even taste air… that's when I knew I wanted the bite, even if I died from it. So he craned my neck to the right and placed his lips right in the dip. He grabs the swing I was on and pulled it closer to him. His lips parted and I felt a pair of sharp teeth on me. I felt cool tongue trace where he would bite. I took a deep breath and he bite down, hard. The pain was so hard to take be you could say I knocked out. I couldn't see anything but blackness. The only thing I could hear was his tongue leaping up the blood from my mark, and soon I couldn't even hear that. All I could smell was Derek and blood; even now I still have that smell stuck in my mind.

But the one thing that stayed was what I felt. I could Derek's lips, warm and soft, moving on my neck in a new way. I felt him nip and suck on the mark he left, like he was proud. He hands wandered around my body and rubbed or pressed in ways I never knew could feel so good. But as soon as it started, it ended. I felt him carrying my body somewhere, and then I couldn't feel anything. I was completely un-aware of what was going on.

But now I'm here, in my nice, comfy bed, wishing to die. I remember what both Erica and Derek said to me though; it is going to get better. I just need to suck it up and try to feel better. So for the first time in a week, I got up out of my bed, brushed my hair, and walked out of my subway cart. All eyes were on me, like I expected. Derek smiled lightly, Erica gave a toothy grin, Isaac looked un-moved, and Boyd's big build didn't seem so scary anymore.

I think this family could help me recover from my past family.