A.N. Holy s*** that took longer than I thought, so sorry. Thank y'all so much for your patience I hope it was worth it *heart* Also, thanks to those who review, honestly I get sidetracked easily with football season and other people's amazing fanfictions, and without you people there to nudge me every now and than I tend to forget to write...So yea, shout out to Amil 10 who reviewed first i'm pretty sure (I love you for that) ironmaidenavenger08 who likes Gleelight as well as this (yay^_^) and BetTheDuckisInTheHat who messaged me such a long note that I squealed and the girl i'm sitting next to gave me a weird look :D Thanks for taking the time to do that you guys *another heart* Hope you like this...

Also, I forgot to do this in the first chapter…None of this except for the OC's and the idea/writing belongs to me. It belongs to Ryan Murphy and whoever else has invested in the infuriatingly amazing show that is GLEE

THIS DOES CONTAIN VIOLENCE/SWEARING….JUST FYI

And I drop…

I feel gravity grab my body and yank me down. My stomach shoots up into my throat as if I'm on a roller-coaster and the sensation, although familiar now, startles me slightly.

Suddenly my vision is clouded by a rippling blackness for what I know is just a second but feels like forever. I can feel myself still falling as my mind ignores the ground rushing up at me to focus on a different sight. The blackness blanketing my vision clears enough for me to see a white wolf stepping out of the darkness as if from around a curtain. It stares at me and the first thing I notice is that its eyes are each a different color. One extremely light green, almost too much so that it borders on a light blue, the other, sky blue with darker blue cutting through it like lightning. They hold me captive and I'm unable to look away. They seem so familiar, as recognizable as my own, yet, in the back of my mind, I know I've never seen them before.

Before I have time to react my vision clears and the rush of color, even in the dark of the forest, is disorienting for a second after the pitch black. I blink rapidly, trying to gain back my sight. It comes in time for me to make out tan skin before I collide.

The left side of my body catches the boy bringing him down with me while the right side of my body misses and slams onto the ground. I'm forced to let go of my knife and attempt to catch myself, my arm lands at the wrong angle but holds me until the boy's body catches up and the added weight snaps it. The sound of my scream echoes like a gunshot across the quiet woods.

The boy quickly gets off of me and spins around in a defensive stance. I get up a split second afterwards ignoring the indescribable pain taking over my right arm. Looking around I spot my knife in front of the boy who looks down to see what I'm looking at. Brown eyes widen when he recognizes what it is and kicks it, sending it flying, and I hear the dull tink of it landing in the water.

The boy, Noah, realizes that I must be a threat and charges. I go to reach for the knife under my coat but can't get the zipper down one-handed, even though I'm ambidextrous when it comes to fighting, it turns out that taking off clothing is a whole other matter. Abandoning the knife I take off at a sprint towards him, bringing my good arm back to punch him in the face.

He catches my fist and throws his arm out, letting go to send my body flying. I slide on my left side tearing up my jacket slightly from the hard dirt. When I hit something on the ground that causes my body to flip over in the air, I tuck my feet under me, and stick my good hand out to balance myself, ripping up the moss on the ground where my feet found purchase as I skid to a halt in a three-point stance. My right arm flaring up even more in pain from being thrown around so much, my mouth opens to scream out in agony again but no sound comes out.

I look up and Noah's already upon me faster than I anticipated, not allowing me any time to block him. His fist connects with my cheekbone and I fly sideways another two feet, landing on my back this time. He rushes me again. I bring my legs up and catch him as he leans to punch my face, kicking him over me and onto his back.

I'm quick to follow. Digging my knees into his arms to hold him down, I grab his head with my left hand by his mohawk, pulling it up to slam it back down. I wince internally as his head hits the dirt with a loud crack before grabbing for him again.

His eyes snap open and I gasp at the bright yellow now staring up at me and in a feat of flexibility I wasn't expecting, he kicks his legs up, causing me to slide forwards, and wraps them around my shoulders. I grab at him to no avail as he jerks me backwards. My front lands hard against the ground and, just like that, we've switched positions. His knee digs into my back as he grabs my arms forcing them together behind me. Sound escapes from me this time as I scream out and almost faint from the pain of moving my hurt arm that forcefully.

"Fucking aye, Blondie." He spits. "What the hell did I ever do to you?"

I don't answer, just lie there trying to catch my breath around the pain that is my right arm. A million thoughts fly through my head in the next five seconds, most of them centering around 'I'm so dead' and 'holy shit this hurts'.

He lets go of my right arm and it falls against the ground shooting even more pain up my arm. I don't even cry out this time, my arm going numb from the pain, just whimper. I can't see his face wince at that, but I hear the whispered sorry that followed. Rough material rubs against my skin, burning my uninjured wrist as its tightened. What the hell? This guy just carries rope around in his pocket? The binding starts digging into my skin as he tightens it even more.

Suddenly I'm lifted to my feet and as I'm turned around, I take a closer look at Noah through my pain induced haze. His eyes are back to a dull brown and I start to think I imagined them before. He's not ugly, well except for the landing strip on his head. He's tan, but I think it's natural. Definitely ripped, but most werewolves are. Other than that he's relatively normal looking. I usually don't notice anything about the wolves that I don't absolutely have to. As soon as I start caring, start thinking of them as human, I won't be able to do what I have to.

He wraps the rest of the rope into one of my back belt loops and tightens it. Then grabs my chin, being unnecessarily gentle considering what we'd just been doing, and I glare at him as he tilts my head from side to side. "Nope," he says to himself, "I don't know you. So the question is, why did you attack me? And from a god damn tree?" he looks over at the tree I had descended from before looking back at me.

I don't say anything. And he smirks "Aww come on, Blondie…cat got your tongue?"

My voice comes out as menacing as I hoped it would, even through the haze of pain that's becoming my salvation as it slowly numbs me. "Would be better than a wolf having it."

Noah's face slowly morphs from humor to seriousness. He reaches out to me and I tense, waiting for him to snap my neck. Instead he pushes me down and takes more miniature rope from his pocket, wrapping it around my ankles. I don't feel it as much as it's over my boots and pants, but it's still tight enough for me to not be able to move. I swear he's got nearly ten feet of rope in that one pocket. What would he use it for? Unless he has that many people attempting to kill him that he just carries it around for detainment purposes, I really don't see the need.

"All right Blondie." All humor is gone from his voice and it's laced with something I can't describe, mostly hate, it doesn't fit him for some reason. "Since I'm sure you've seen this before, don't freak, and I won't kill you…yet."

He steps back about eight yards from me and starts stripping. I blush, looking away, and he notices. "This isn't what you're supposed to freak about." The humor is back for a brief second and I roll my eyes in response, still avoiding looking at him.

Through my now blurring vision I see him crack his neck back and forth and roll his shoulders. I'm drawn to the sight of his body starting to twitch and he shakes his head as if trying to get rid of a ringing noise. He looks at me and my breath gets stuck in my throat, his normally brown eyes have turned bright yellow again. They cause me to shiver. They're the eyes in the nightmares you get after a scary movie. The eyes you expect to see when walking to your house in the dark…they're deadly…dangerous. He closes those eyes and falls to the ground on his hands and knees, letting out a barely audible whimper as his face elongates and black fur covers his body, which is stretching itself out to take on the shape of a rather large wolf. Bones pop and I wince, as the transformation completes. Leaving me with a large wolf where a boy should have been.

He looks at me, part of his muzzle pulling up into what could be a smile, crinkling those haunting eyes making them just the slightest bit less scary. He closes his eyes again and lays his head on his paws as if concentrating. For some reason it reminds me of a puppy...a puppy that's probably going to kill me in the next five minutes. I try pulling my wrist free but the string only cuts in deeper. I try the same with my legs with the same results.

I let out a groan of frustration and Noah's eyes quickly snap open to look at me. He doesn't close them again but keeps them on me as he tilts his head every now and then as if listening to something far away. Finally he lifts his head up and shakes his whole body like a dog drying off.

He does the head roll thing again and I watch as fur slowly gives way to tan skin once more. I hear popping as his body shrinks into his human form. Wolf slowly morphs back into man and at the last second he stands up on his back paws and his form shrinks to a standing, naked, man. His eyes are the last to go, the glowing yellow fading into the dull brown.

He smirks. "So, I guess you haven't seen that before huh?"

I realize my mouth is hanging open like an idiot and quickly shut it, glaring at him once more as menacingly as I can without blacking out.

"Aww come on Blondie, be happy. It turns out I don't get to kill you, even though you'd happily do me in."

I just stare at him, wondering if I'm even supposed to reply to that. He just sighs, and puts his shorts back on before coming towards me again.

I flinch as he goes to grab for me and he notices, his movements slow and he grabs my shoulders pulling me up onto my feet, being careful of my arm.

He smirks at me again. "You're not going to like this Blondie." He says, picking me up and cradling me like a small child. I attempt to fight him but he applies the slightest of pressure to my right arm, shooting spikes of pain through it, and I have to stop. Not that it was much of a struggle anyway with my good hand behind my back, my legs bound together, and me ready to pass out at any moment.

"Huh, you don't talk much do you Blondie?" Noah said looking down at me in his arms.

I keep quiet, the fog of pain slowly trying to shut down my brain.

"It's not a bad thing. Just means I don't have to gag you. But you know, you can, if you want to." He waits and then sighs, shrugging his shoulders. He tenses, and then takes off running, and I mean running.

I had no idea how fast wolves could really run, I knew they could run faster than a protector, but, holy shit. My brain fights against the fog enough for me to see that the trees were doing more than blurring, they were melding together into one big canvas of green and brown. Wind whips against my face, biting my cheeks, and I have to turn my head towards Noah's body. The sound of his heart beat almost lulling me to sleep. I can't afford to fall asleep now though so I distract myself by looking up at his face.

His expression is impassive, giving nothing away, even his breathing is the same, slow and steady, as if he was just warming up at a jog even though we'd been going at breakneck speed for at least five minutes now.

I feel him tense, and figuring it was like when he began, I brace myself, a second later he skids to a halt. My weight pitches forward and he takes a few steps to keep me from falling, barely jolting my arm.

"Cool huh?" he smiles down at me. "Bet you've never ran that fast before." He's just bragging now and it pulls a response from me as intended.

"Mmm, faster." I smile at him condescendingly.

He just laughs, shaking my body in the process, "Oh, I like you."

I tense, the smile slipping off of my face, that one simple phrase throwing my body into lockdown. Images flash through my head rapidly, a boy smirking down at me as I cry into my sisters shirt, Kate's dead body lying still under my trembling hands, smoke billowing out from where my house should have been.

I shake my head, willing the images away and realize what I just did, joking with a wolf, what the hell is wrong with me? And a wolf that wanted to kill me ten minutes ago. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I close my eyes and look away. Noah notices but just gives me a weird look before looking around our surroundings.

Finding what he was looking for he starts walking towards his right, heading directly for a dense gathering of spruce trees extending farther than I can see from my sheltered position. He stops in front of the trees and it's so thick I can't distinguish the next row behind the first.

"Hey Blondie?" he catches my attention and I look at him with a raised eyebrow. "You might want to…um, well…turn towards me. These branches hurt and you're already in pain so…yea."

It's almost endearing how he's concerned for me even though I tried to kill him twenty minutes ago. Something hits me at the thought that even after all I've done he's still trying to look out for me. I'm confused and wary at the same time, but I do as I'm told, my now almost numb right arm slides across my body and rests against Noah's warm chest, causing only a slight shot of pain as I turn towards him.

He repositions his arms so that I don't feel the brush of the branches except on my legs as we make our way through the dense spruce trees, but I hear them scratch against his skin as we walk. A few minutes later and the sound of the branches cease and I try to turn back around but Noah tightens his arms around my body.

"Don't look yet, Blondie" he says calmly but with an edge of threat in his voice. I obey, closing my eyes, but bristle at being told what to do.

The air suddenly goes slightly damp and I hear his footsteps go from the soft tread of the forest floor to the dull thud of rock, his body crouches slightly, hovering over me even more, surrounding me with his warmth. Twenty-seven steps later, the tread of the forest floor returns and he straightens. I also hear multiple people breathing over the thud of Noah's heart, and my stomach drops.

His pack.

"Noah..." a deep, almost familiar, voice speaks out, "What…?"

I feel him shrug. "I told you I was bringing her."

"Not that," deep voice dismisses him, "what did you do to her?"

"Hey," Noah starts, defending himself, "nothing she didn't start."

"So you felt the need to break her arm? She's about to pass out!" a petite female voice chastises.

"Hey now, that wasn't—" he readjusts me and the small haze I was in breaks as he moves my arm too much and I let out a barely audible cry.

Somebody, literally, growls and then quickly stops, but I feel Puck take a hesitant step back anyway.

"What the hell?" another female voice chimes up, this one stronger than the first, directed at whoever growled.

"I—how come I didn't get a say in whether or not he should bring whoever she is here?" yet another girl speaks up, her voice lower than the other two and for some reason I think I've heard it before as well…

"You weren't here yet." Deep voice explains monotonously.

"That's still no reason not to—"

"Santana!" second voice interrupts. "Shut up will you? She's about to pass out and probably hasn't the faintest idea where she is. It's fine."

I stiffen in Noah's arms and my eyes shoot open to look at his chest but not really see it...Santana? It couldn't be the Santana I know; no way would I have missed that.

"Really, Fabray" their Santana shot back, "and how the fuck do you know that, huh? For all we know she could be faking."

Fabray…as in, Quinn Fabray…well shit.

I mentally face palm myself. That's it I'm dead. I'm sooo dead. If they know that I know them there's no way in hell they're going to let me live. Ugh, I don't deserve to live if I didn't know that the two most popular people in McKinley High were werewolves. I close my eyes and groan quietly as I let my head drop forward onto Noah's chest, I can feel the inquisitive stare he sends me but ignore it.

"She's not faking Santana. I can feel it" first voice speaks up again.

"Hey, Emma?" Noah, starts hesitantly. "I was wondering if we could maybe, you know. I mean, she's detained so she won't hurt us and she's about to pass out from the pain she's in more than likely, and I'm pretty sure she killed Jesse so if we want answers we kinda need her awake right?"

My eyes snap open again. They know I killed the Jesse kid…shit, shit, shit. Noah's words snap me even farther out of my daze and my pain comes back in one big whoosh as my vision blacks briefly, leaving me silently struggling for breath. Why can't I just die now, save them the trouble.

There's a pause and then first voice, Emma, speaks again. "Yes, well…alright then."

I hear her footsteps as she comes towards me. When a small hand touches my face I open my eyes and groan again before rolling them closed again. Emma, Emma Pillsbury, the school guidance counselor…you have got to be kidding me. I open them again and she's looking at me curiously, her large doe eyes laced with worry as well though.

She looks up. "Noah, you're hurt too." She states simply before reaching around his head to where I had slammed it against the ground. I watched as she hovers lightly over the wound I know is there, before her hand suddenly glows a bright white and a moment later she withdraws it.

What. The. Hell?

I look over at her and she's looking at me this time. She slowly reaches for me and I don't say anything. I mean, what am I supposed to say? Please, Miss Pillsbury don't touch me with your weird glowing hand, it's against school policy?

So I watch as she gently grabs my arm resting against Noah's chest and cradles it even gentler yet, but still coaxes a small whimper from me as it moves again bumping against his warm body. Someone growls again and Noah raises an eyebrow at whoever it was.

A look of annoyance flashes across Miss Pillsbury's face. To say it shocks me to see it on the kind woman's face is an understatement. "Santana, stop growling at me. It would be very much appreciated right now."

Santana's growling? The thought flashes through my mind before I'm distracted by Miss Pillsbury looking at me again and smiling before her hands start glowing white once more. I feel, and see, my bone move back into place, but this time it doesn't hurt. A weird tingling sensation shoots through where the break must have been and then Miss Pillsbury stops glowing and backs away.

I watch as she moves backwards to stand next to the Spanish teacher Will Schuester. I mentally slap myself some more, who else have I missed?

The thought is forced to the back of my mind when Noah suddenly forces my right arm behind my back and quickly sets me onto my knees on the ground. His right arm pushes down on the crook of my elbow as his left pushes, and holds, my shoulder forward, forcing me to face the pack.

Now that the fog of pain has left I notice my surroundings for the first time. I was right about going over rock. We're surrounded on all sides by the huge walls of a cave, kind of like those hidden beaches and pools except this clearing like place literally has a mini forest hidden in it. I look up at the gaping hole where the ceiling should be and can see the stars and moon shining light down into the little hidden valley, illuminating the hidden forest and its occupants.

Its occupants…

I look as defiantly as I can at the four people in front of me, daring them to do something. Santana's eyes widen in recognition from where she's standing next to Quinn, both in their cheerio uniforms but missing their impeccably white shoes. Both their glances flash back and forth from me to Will and Emma, it clicks in my head that the two adults must be the pack's alphas, and I tear my eyes from the cheerleaders to focus on the teachers instead.

"Santana," Will calls over his shoulder, "Check her for anything that could possibly cause harm."

My eyes flicker over to the Latina who's looking at me with now narrowed eyes as she's comes towards me slowly. Not warily, but as if she's stalking me, and a slight chill runs down my spine. She stops in front of me and I look into storming brown eyes, filled with what seems to be denial and anger.

Her eyes never leave mine in what I know is a show of dominance and I don't look away even though I'm at a lower level than her, challenging her. It's a game I shouldn't be playing but I figure I'm dead anyway, might as well go out fighting. She smirks slightly, knowing I'm not looking away on purpose.

She slowly crouches and runs her hands down my thighs starting at my ass, the sudden pleasurable, burning sensation of her fingers on me causes my body to react against my wishes and I jerk forward involuntarily, forcing Noah to quickly pull me back again. Santana's smirk falls quickly and a look of shock comes over her face before it's quickly hidden, only I seem to catch it and I clench my jaw silently cursing my body for the unexplainable way it's reacting to the wolf. She's still looking into my eyes as she reaches into my pockets to check for weapons and underneath the battle of power I know this is, it feels strangely intimate.

She motions with her hand for Noah to lift me up and when he obliges, dangling me in the air effortlessly by his arm around my waist, she quickly removes the string binding my legs, tying it again higher just below my knees, and takes off my boots. Her hands skim quickly where the boots were covering my calves and feet, finding nothing, she quickly stands back up as Noah sets me on my stocking feet.

Her hands reach for my jacket zipper, slowly pulling it down to reveal the sheath strapped across my chest. Her fingers reach underneath the strap sliding underneath and around to my back, leaving the tingling warmth where her fingers trace against the soft cotton of my t-shirt. I grit my teeth, willing my body to not react again at the sensation.

Her smirk grows even more when she notices the struggle showing in my eyes. Reaching the buckle in the middle of my shoulder blade she quickly realizes she can't undo it one handed. Noah notices as well and goes to help, sliding the hand pushing my shoulder forward to reach underneath the jacket. As his hand brushes against the exposed skin of my neck I shiver at the unexpected touch. Before I can blink Santana's hand shoots out from underneath my jacket and grabs his hand harshly by the wrist, tearing her eyes off of mine to glare and growl at Noah. I gasp quietly when her eyes quickly, and unexpectedly, flash a lighter color that I don't have time to identify, than go back to normal just as Noah's had when we were fighting. I make a mental note to ask one of them about it before I'm killed.

"Santana!" Will growls, his voice suddenly taking on a double timbre. The echoing voice lower than his normal one and the sound shoots through my body shocking me straighter, earning me a questioning look from the pack members not currently standing near me.

Santana quickly lets go off Noah and steps backwards shaking her head. Her eyes flash from me to Noah and back to me so quickly I get dizzy watching them, so I focus on the others' faces instead.

Quinn's expression seems to be mainly one of curiosity, staring intently at Santana. Emma's is one of concern, I'm guessing for Noah's safety, whom I don't attempt to look at. While Will's is simply blank except for the hard glare of his eyes on Santana.

Santana quickly steps towards me again and swiftly unbuckles the sheath taking it with her as she walks over towards Will, holding it out towards him. He takes it and she quickly walks over to Quinn standing so close to her that their arms brush as she crosses them over her chest.

I tear my gaze off of the two HBICs of McKinley to look over towards Will, unconsciously baring my teeth as he unsheathes my sister's knife.

He runs his fingers deftly over the engraving. I know the silver won't hurt him, unless he stabs himself with it, but I suddenly wish it would scald him, sting him, repulse him, anything to make him put down the only thing I have left of my sister.

"What's your name?" he suddenly asks me, probably checking the initials on the knife with mine. I keep silent.

Santana speaks up for me. "Brittany Pierce. Junior at our school, lives with an aunt, drives a blue motocross bike or a black truck, and known as the dumb blonde." Her eyes narrow even more towards me, "apparently the dumb part is an act."

Will glances at Santana than back at me. "Apparently it's a pretty good act. I've heard of her from other teachers, they deem her a hopeless cause." He looks over at Emma who nods her head slightly, a surprised expression on her face. I smile briefly; at least I'm an amazing actress.

He takes a step closer to me. "Who's KP?"

My smile fades and I say nothing. My family is the one thing they won't get from me.

Will seems slightly irritated but goes onto another question. "Did you kill Jesse St. James?"

"Yes." My voice is cold. I have no regret for taking out a monster.

"Why?"

"He's a wolf, he was attacking people, how many more reasons did I need?" I cock my head as if truly curious to hear the answer to my question.

"That fucking-" Noah growls out before starting to shake violently behind me. "I knew it! I fucking knew it!"

"Puck, calm down." Emma's voice is soothing but her posture is the same as Noah's. Everyone seems to be suddenly tense with anger, and I think I actually did them a service. Heaven forbid one of them get caught murdering innocents.

"Like hell I'll calm down!" Pucks grip on my arm tightens seemingly unconsciously and I quickly mask my wince of pain at the sudden vice-like grip.

"Puck, don't hurt her." Emma's voice is still calm but hinting at authority.

Don't hurt her…why does she care about damage done to me? Does she want to torture me completely healed, breaking me down slowly, than heal me, over and over again until I tell them everything before they kill me? Fear flashes through me, I know I'll be begging for death by the time they're done if they do that. I quickly push aside those thoughts, they'll have to torture me for days if they want to hurt my family and friends.

Pucks grip tightens even more and I wince again.

Santana growls as Emma yells "Puck!" in the same double timbre Will used with Santana but the female equivalent.

Suddenly I'm airborne and two seconds later, landing with a thud on my side twenty feet forward at the feet of Quinn and Santana. Soft hands grab me and quickly force my free right hand behind my back, rolling me onto my stomach in the grass. My open jacket zipper digs into my hip as a knee is pushed into my back and I fight every instinct I have to struggle, simply allowing it to happen.

I hear a loud roar-like growl crack through the air and it sends a shot of fear down my spine.

Shit.

The knee comes off of my back and hands let go of my arm to grab me by my biceps quickly picking me up and dragging me backwards, my legs drag in front of me, the rope not allowing them to catch up with my body. Santana steps protectively in front of me her hands reaching back to grasp at my jacket sides, walking backwards in time with what must be Quinn pulling me.

"Puck" Will's double timbre voice echoes loudly attempting to control the wolf now in front of him, "calm down. There's nothing you can do now."

Noah's large wolf head shakes back and forth slowly, growls rumbling from the depths of his chest and out his clenched teeth. His nightmarish eyes shoot back and forth from Will to me to the entrance of the cavern.

"No!" Will and Emma shout as Noah suddenly turns and bolts from the hidden enclosure through the entrance we came through.

"Dammit!" Will curses, "Santana, go get him before he does something stupid!"

Santana lets out a barely audible whimper and her hands suddenly clench at my jacket. Will's head whips around to glare at the Latina.

"Not now, Santana" Quinn hisses.

Santana's hands clench one more time around the material of my jacket before swiftly letting go and sprinting out of the cavern entrance after Noah.

I can feel Quinn breathing quietly against my back as everyone stares at where the two had just run out. Finally Will turns back towards me, his face determined yet wary.

"Quinn…you need to watch over her tonight, can you handle that?"

I feel Quinn take a sharp intake of breath, preparing to argue. I keep quiet letting them decide what to do with me, another day alive is another day for me to figure out how the hell I'm going to get out of this one.

"We can't continue questioning her without the others. You know that Rachel will have her own question too." Will quickly interjects before Quinn can put her breath to use.

Rachel?

She must nod or something because Will's face softens and he comes towards us. Instead of looking at the cheerleader though, he looks at me as he speaks.

"Brittany," his voice is soft, asking me to trust him. As if. "We're not going to kill you. At least, not until we have a reason too."

I look at him questioningly but refuse to ask out loud. I admitted to killing their pack mate so why wouldn't they kill me?

"We will, however, have to watch you now that we know what you're capable of. Quinn is going to stay with you tonight and someone will every night until we come to a decision about what to do with you. So for now, you're, for lack of a better term, our prisoner but you're still able to go to school and home where we'll be with you. As of now, Quinn and Santana are your new best friends," he chuckles slightly at this, "try not to make them kill you. I may be your teacher, but my pack comes first."

His face turned serious as he spoke his last sentence and I nod slightly, assuring him that I'll be a perfect little angel, but I know he can still see the defiance in my eyes that I refuse to hide. He simply sighs and grabs Emma's hand before walking out of the cavern, leaving me alone with Quinn.

I hear Quinn sigh before she quickly picks me up in the same way that Noah had earlier. I felt stupid, this seemingly scrawny girl could pick me up as if I weighed nothing, even though I knew being a wolf allowed her to do this, it still stings my pride.

"This'll go better if you don't talk unless spoken to and don't even think about doing something stupid. I'm not Puck, I have no desire to get to know you or put up with any dumb attempts at freedom you may have. We're not killing you, yet, so don't make me have a reason to. Got it?" Quinn threatens, looking into my eyes in the battle of power much like the one I had with Santana. This time I nod my head and look away first, much like how I…felt that Santana wouldn't have attacked me, I could sense that Quinn had no qualms about it while no one was around to stop her.

She doesn't acknowledge my affirmation, other than a brief tightening of her jaw, before we're moving. I can't be a hundred percent certain but I'm fairly certain she's going even faster than Noah was. She makes no attempt at shielding me from the harsh bite of the spruce trees after the entrance and I feel one slap across my face, leaving a scratch. I close my eyes, fighting off the slight nausea I feel, and when I open them again we're at the tree I had attacked Noah from. Quinn must have followed his scent. Quinn looks down at me and I point towards my truck and the entrance to the woods I had come through. Three minutes later we're at the edge of the swampland and Quinn doesn't even flinch as she runs through the calf deep water.

We reach the convenient store and my truck is the only car there besides a rundown Pontiac that's clearly seen better days. Quinn stops next to the driver's door and lowers me to a stand/lean against the door.

"Try to run off, or fight me, or yell for help and I'll kill within five seconds. Clear?" Quinn's voice is full of malice and sends the briefest shiver down my spine, I try to hide it but she must see it anyway because her lips curl up just slightly.

Before I can nod, she's taken the rope off of my legs and swiftly turns me around to undo the one on my left wrist.

"Now drive home, don't attract attention." She orders calmly, already moving around the truck and opening the passenger side door.

I get in and start up the truck, as the heater roars to life with the engine I realize I was cold and shiver as warm air blasts across my face. Quinn looks at me funny and doesn't stop watching me the whole drive back to my aunts.

When I pull up next to the barn instead of the house, so as to not wake up my aunt at, I look at the glowing dashboard clock, 1:47 in the morning, Quinn is out of the truck before I shut it off. I get out and am quickly slammed against the door, effectively closing it.

"Now listen here, blondie"she mocks "don't do anything stupid. I know I've said this multiple times now but it needs to get through your pretty little head. Don't alert your aunt to us, don't attempt to attack me, and don't attempt to sneak away. I'll be out here all night and I will be able to hear every move you make in that house. Clear?" she raises an eyebrow and I glare at her as I nod. She gives me a fake smile and pats my cheek condescendingly, and watches me as I jog up the porch steps and enter the house.

Entering I close the door behind me and slump back against it, my head making a light thunk against the wood. I run through everything that had happened in my head, from that weird vision to the shock and shame of finding out that werewolves were interacting with me daily and I didn't notice them.

Worry runs through my body, I have to figure this out. I need to protect my aunt and figure out what it is the wolves want with me, and then I need to figure out how to kill every single one of them. Now that I know about them I have to take them down, even if I have no evidence against them. My stomach flips at killing for no reason, but if I don't do this I'll always be wondering who I could have saved from them.

I push off of the door, turning to look out at my now seemingly HBIC-less yard, but I know Quinn's still out there somewhere, I narrow my eyes at the empty yard and turn around again. I run a hand through my hair as I walk through the kitchen to the stairs across from me and think of ways I can play this. I could make a run for it, hoping they come after me and leave my aunt and Jess's family alone. Attack them when they least expect it, although I quickly cross this one off of my mental list, four against one just isn't good enough odds. Or I can go along with whatever they have planned for me until I have proof that they need to be taken down. I go with the option that keeps my conscience and my sense of duty happy at the same time. I'll play nice…for now. I mean how hard can it be?

A.N. Aaaaaannnddd that's where I'm stopping, I'm not real happy about the ending but I had gotten such horrible writers block halfway through this that I'm just going to go with it, hope y'all don't mind :/ Next chapter should be up whenever I get it done (I think that's what I'm going to do...) and I might start hoarding chapters of Gleelight to put out for those of you who care... So yea, review (nicely please) and tell me what I have to fix, what you liked, didn't like, or something you'd like to see. I have this mostly planned out in my head but it's still able to be…tweaked I guess is the right word. Thanks for reading and I'll write you soon :D