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Chloe's POV

I looked forward to getting off and seeing our potential and temporary home. And if it wasn't where we were going to be staying… well, let's just say I appreciate stretching. I could tell I wasn't the only one thinking of leaving the car. Simon and Tori were all bickered out; Derek looked cramped, while Kit seemed to have his fingers permanently clutched on the wheel. Only Aunt Lauren looked unruffled. She was serenely gazing out the window, appearing to be in deep thought. Catching me looking, Aunt Lauren smiled. I smiled back. We've been on pretty good terms so far, considering how I'm dating a werewolf that she fiercely disapproved of. Hmm… now that I think about it, she would probably object to Simon too. Must be her motherly side. I glanced at Derek again, and shifted. He didn't even move. Something was wrong. He had that anxious and uncomfortable expression on his face, the one he would get whenever he was thinking about a subject he preferred not to dwell on. Before I could question him, Kit's voice woke me from my thoughts.

" We're here." He announced, wincing as he pried his hands from the steering wheel. Sometime during the last hour, the scenery morphed from yellow farmland spotted with cows to dense and lush woods. In front of us was a large driveway, and a sign proclaiming this as private property. This was how I knew it was a house for supernaturals; humans don't bother warning people if they lived in the rural area. No, they wouldn't because everyone within a mile would know who owned the place. Most supernaturals don't like to mingle.

The house was giant. And I mean giant, like one of those fairytale places where the prince and princess lives, expect not as fancy or new or girly. Just giant. And there was so much green around, a lot more than what there was at Andrew's. Andrew. I shivered. That was supposedly a safe house too.

" What's wrong?" Derek. He had felt me shiver and squeezed my hand. " Are you cold?" He asked, peering into my eyes. I shook my head. We were comfortably silent for a few minutes, hands clasped.

" What happened in the car?" I asked abruptly. A tense silence descended. Derek looked away. I refused to give up. " What happened? Tell me." Usually, I'm not a very demanding person, but Derek never tells anyone when he was upset or needed help or in trouble. So you have to drag it out of him.

I almost thought I'd have to ask again when he mumbled. " I had a bad dream."

" About?" I can be awfully persistent at times.

" Liam and Ramon" He answered. He had that sort-of angry air around him, the one I'd come to know well. He was angry at himself, but relieved that nothing had happened. " They attacked you, and I wasn't able to do anything about it." He continued.

I stared into his eyes and squeezed his hands as hard as I could. Not much compared to werewolf strength, but enough to get his attention. " That will never happen." I whispered quietly. "They're long gone. And don't worry; if anything happens, I so have a weapon, although it's a lot slower." I tried for a smile, but couldn't quite make it. I wasn't worried about me; I was worried that if we go into that situation again, Derek would concentrate on protecting me instead of watching out for himself. They're going to go after him first, taking out the biggest threat. Who needs to worry about the teen necromancer? Of course, people from the Edison Group would know exactly what I could do, but that's not really the point. Before I could explain this, Derek pulled me to him and carefully wrapped his arms around my waist. I leaned into him, and circled my arms around his neck. We stood like that for a few minutes, lost in time, until Simon called out.

" Derek! Do that later! I'm starving." Simon complained. We both sighed then trudged toward him. Sometimes, he or Tori had the worst timing ever. There were only two cars in the driveway, both vans with tinted windows. I didn't like what that implied. We had almost reached the front door when Derek stopped. I looked at him, eyebrows raised.

" There's a werewolf inside."

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Alright, that's it for Chapter 2. Please R&R.

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Haethe