After I told Derek and Kit, we all agreed to not tell the others. It was safer to have just us knowing if this turned out to be true.

Over the next few days, Derek and I were inseparable. Derek was even more protective over me now. I didn't know how to control or interpret the new instincts and Derek helped as best as he could. Kit did his best to help me without the others noticing the special attention. He gave me copy of the boys' hotel room key in case I ever had an emergency, because we had no idea what to expect with the mutations. My appetite had matched that of Derek's but I ate the portions that I had before the kiss, to avoid detection from the others. Noticing my increased appetite helped confirm my suspicions much to Derek's dislike. I was still furious with himself for this happening. Derek usually snuck me something to eat after the meals so I wouldn't starve. I almost felt like there was a sorry written on all the snuck food.

I wanted to curl up with Derek at night, I didn't feel safe that I was sharing a room with two people who had betrayed me. I expressed this to Kit and he told me I was overreacting and that I would be fine. Kit trusted Aunt Lauren and Tori. He told me that Tori had grown up and would not tie me up in a crawl space again and Aunt Lauren had only given me to the Lyle House because she thought it was best for me.

I slept okay, a very uneventful night felt nice for once. The peace of last night's sleep nearly let the werewolf slip from my mind when I woke the following morning. I woke up to Tori's alarm, my stomach growling viciously. Still on my groggy state of mind, it didn't connect why I was so hungry. The boys came over to our hotel room as we made breakfast a couple minutes later. Simon came in and gave me a smile; I caught a glare from Kit out of the corner of my sleepy eye. He must still mad we let this happen. Derek had obviously not slept well; he probably never slept because he was so worried about me.

Aunt Lauren and Tori set the table and we all dug in. I had not realized how much I was eating until I saw the expression on Tori's face. I was devouring my food.

Tori and Simon exchanged glances and started joking about how much I had eaten. I said it was because I hadn't eaten much lately and I was really hungry. They continued to joke about it throughout breakfast. I didn't even look in Derek's direction. I felt his gaze on me and did not want to see his expression.

Everyone finished their breakfast and the boys went back to their room for a bit to change out of their pjs. Tori and I cleared the table, Aunt Lauren stood there observing me.

"Want to lick off the plates as well?" Tori teased

"Tori stop it!" I snapped, sick of jokes that had been going on for an hour now.

"Chill Chloe, I'm just having some fun."

"Well it's not funny!" I snapped

"Chloe! Hall now! I need to speak with you," Aunt Lauren grabbed me and dragged me out into the hall.

"Now Chloe, is there something that you want to tell me?" She asked calmly

"No," I shook my head, keeping my stutter under control to make it believable

"I know something is going on Chloe. And I think I know what it is too. Do you want to tell me?" She was very serious, I was beginning to panic, she knows?! She knows I'm infected?!

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not hiding anything," I replied

"Really Chloe? You think I'm stupid or something? You stay in bed as much as possible, you've been having crazy mood swing, you're eating a ton more than usual," she listed off the things that had changed about me. Then knelt down in from of me to look me in the eye, her hands on my tense shoulders. "Chloe, I know what those signs mean, and I'm here to help you through this. I just wish you wouldn't have done this while we are on the run."

"A-aunt Lauren, I-I don't know what you're t-talking about,"

"Chloe, honey, I know your pregnant. You've made it very obvious. I'm here to help you, but I wish you would have made a better choice."

I decided to take the option and go with it. It's better she thought I was pregnant than suspecting a werewolf. I don't think I'll be around much longer for her to find out I'm lying anyway. So I wrapped my arms around her neck and cried, "I'm sorry Aunt Lauren."

"Chloe," She spoke very seriously now, "Werewolf children are not normal; they are very dangerous and uncontrollable. Most humans won't even make it through a werewolf pregnancy because of what the child does to them. What I'm trying to say is you can't have this kid. It's too dangerous, not only for you but for all of us. Especially with the genetic modifications, anything can go wrong. We'll find a way to stop it."

"We'll talk about that later, when Derek finds out. He doesn't know yet Aunt Lauren," I told her, I looked over at the boys hotel room door, it was cracked open. The boys had heard the whole thing. Oh no.