Chapter 1: Natural Feelings

Chloe's POV

"What you doing up?" Derek mumbled, making me jump, as he crossed the kitchen to the cupboard where Andrew kept the granola bars.

"O-oh... I didn't hear you come in, couldn't sleep." I replied, not wanting to go into details about the horrific nightmare I'd had. Not wanting to tell him about how I'd dreamt that Ramon and Liam had tried to torture me into bringing their dead werewolf friends back and how I'd accidentally raised an army of zombies to destroy them, because I knew Derek would just love to find something else he could use to tell me how stupid I was dreaming of summoning the dead and what happened last time, blah, blah, blah. Not like I mean to do it.

"Right... so it wouldn't have something to do with you screaming in your sleep then?" He snorted, damn it why did he have to be a werewolf with extra sensitive hearing.

"I-I..." looking down at my feet, then up at Derek to find him watching me, "I'm sorry I-I didn't m-mean to wake you," not that I hadn't woken nearly everyone else up. Even though I knew it was just a dream something still didn't feel right, like we were being watched and it left a feeling in the pit of my stomach, fear of something or someone.

"You going to tell me what happened, or am I going to have to guess?" Derek almost growled, his eyes didn't match his tone, they almost looked worried. Then as soon as I'd noticed it they were replaced with the strong calm they always had. "Well..." He pushed.

"I-it was n-nothing... r-really" I said looking down at my feet, I never was a good liar.

"Oh really..." He muttered thinking I couldn't hear him or the sarcastic tone in his voice.

"W-well n-no... but I-I don't want to t-talk about it, it was just a dream." I decided to get up at this point and put my half eaten cereal in the sink, I wasn't feeling at all hungry especially when something didn't feel right. I turned around to walk back up the stairs to the room when I hit something very hard, not realising Derek had moved right behind me, it had been his chin that connected with my head sending me backwards towards the sink, my hands instantly went up even though I was falling in the wrong direction. It wasn't until I put my hand up to my head did I realise that I had stopped falling and Derek was now towering above me with one arm supporting me behind my back while the other was leaning for support on the side by the sink. I looked at him almost shocked at how quick he had caught me when he interrupted.

"Are you ok?" Derek seemed worried but he had his normal scowl on his face, nothing new there.

"I-I'm fine," I said blushing, "Are you ok, does your chin hurt? Let me see." I reached my hand up to take his face so I could see his chin and make sure I didn't do any permanent damage. But I did I'd somehow manage to catch the bottom of his chin which was now swollen and bleeding.

"Oh Jesus, Derek you're bleeding, wait there..." I walked over to the medical kit finding some antiseptic wipes and a cotton ball. "Come here, I need to clean you up"

"Chloe, I'm fine really. It's already stopped bleeding see" He pointed to his chin, ok it might had stopped bleeding but it needed to be cleaned.

"But it still needs to be cleaned though; can you just sit down please, Derek?" He huffed as he walked over and sat in front of me while I started to clean the cut with some anti-septic wipes. I tried to keep my eyes on his chin and the cut but my gaze was wondering to his lips, his face had definitely cleared up of the acne although there were a few scars left in their place, they suited him; his broad chest was huge but it wasn't fat just pure muscle. He always wore baggy clothing but this was not the first time I had seen him with no top on.

"Chloe..." Derek whispered softly, I looked up to see him staring at me. The look in his green eyes was something I'd only seen a few times, in the warehouse, the bathroom. The look that told me it seemed like there was no one else, just me and him.

"Chloe..." He whispered again, soft and tenderly. This time he lifted his hand to my cheek, his hand was warm and gentle. His touch felt like magic to my body, my skin was tingling under his touch, I felt as though I would melt. He started moving forward slowly and steadily. I could feel my heart racing faster and faster the closer he came. When he was an inch from my face he stopped, why did he stop? Wasn't he going to...? I wanted him to, did I want him too? I don't know, I didn't know what this feeling was. I searched his eyes for hesitation but found none.

"Well, well, well... look at who we have here, pup and a sweet little thing?" The voice sneered.

I froze, that voice I knew all too well, Derek jumped up to stand in front of me almost knocking me off balance. The voice that had me cowering into Derek's shoulder blade. The voice of my nightmare had turned to a reality. They were back.