The next three days weren't very eventful and Seth was away for all of them. I then decided to go to the den of the werewolves and say hello. I walked into the forest behind the school, no one noticing me as I slipped away. I ran home and dropped my bag at home, which was located in the middle of the forest. Once I was back outside, I clicked my fingers and shadows from all around swarmed towards me, great masses of black. They covered my entire body before disappearing, leaving me clothed in black hunting gear.

(Along with a black cloak)

Once the shadows were gone I sniffed the air, separating each scent from the other until I found Paul Lahote's. With that I ran off, follow his scent trail. It wasn't long until I found the den of the werewolves of Forks, who I had been sniffing out all day. I went up to knock on the door but heard sounds of distress in the woods. I raced over there, shocked at the sight before me. Seth stumbled into a tree before giving a cry of pain and shifting into a wolf. He fell over and whimpered in pain, unused to his new body. I ran over to him, stroking him and whispering soothing words into his ear. He calmed down and soon fell asleep with his head in my lap. I smiled and continued stroking his head as he shifted back. He had ripped his clothes when he shifted so I removed my cloak and covered him with it, picking him up and carrying him back to the den. As I walked out of the woods a ute pulled up, full of hooting boys. Their yells quietened when they saw Seth though. A tall boy ran up to me, his eyes flashing with unease. "What happened?" I could smell that he was a werewolf, so I simply turned towards the door of the den. "He shifted." I shouted over my shoulder. The boys all turned to each other, unease clear on their faces. Stomaching their distrust, they jumped out of the truck and followed me and Mr Tall inside. I kicked the door open, busting it off its hinges. I winced. "Sorry!" I called over my shoulder. I didn't see the reaction of the boys, but I knew that I could fix the door later. If not, I could make them a new one out of shadows. I brushed those thoughts aside, concentrating instead on the situation at hand. I carefully laid Seth on the couch, brushing his hair out of his face. Oh my poor friend, why didn't you tell me? I held my hand behind me, out of the view of the werewolves, summoning shadows to my hand to form an ice pack. I placed it on his forehead, immediately noticing the ice pack start to melt. I waved my hand over it, re-freezing it. I glanced up at the boys as Seth's skin cooled down. Werewolves had hot skin, but the first shift can cause them to gain a horrific fever that ends in death if you don't cool them down in time. I stood up, putting a cushion behind Seth's head. I turned around only to come face to face with all the boys. I waved awkwardly.

The boys were silent for about five seconds before I was bombarded with questions.

"How did you find us?"

"Where did you come from?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Who are you?"

"What are you?"

I froze at the last two questions. I glanced at the faces around me, watching me cautiously. Sighing, I gestured towards the dining table. This was going to be interesting.

I eyed the muffin in front of me, crinkling my nose up in disgust. I hadn't hunted in a while, but luckily my powers meant that my eyes were chocolate brown and turned a rich deep blue when I was hungry for blood. "So you're a female werewolf?" Sam asked. "Yep." I said, glancing around the little room. Okay, so maybe I told the boys a little white lie, but that isn't important. At that moment an angry girl busted the door open, bashing it into the wall and leaving a large crack in it. Jared groaned. "Seriously? I just fixed that door, now it's got a huge crack down the middle of it!" He complained as he gestured to the broken door. "Where. Is. My. Brother?!" Questioned the girl, beginning to shake. Realising that she was about to shift inside the house, I quickly ensnared her in my magic. Her body stopped shaking as I temporarily disabled her werewolf gene. The girl stared at her now still hands. "What's your name, sweetie?" I asked. Still in a daze as her brain tried to register what happened, she stumbled over to the couch. Plopping down on it, she stared at her hands. She mumbled something that sounded like 'Hee-ah'.

I dropped down to a crouch in front of her. "Pardon?" I asked. She seemed to snap out of her daze. "Leah. My name is Leah Clearwater and I heard something happened to my brother." She said. I nodded my head. "Okay, well he shifted. He is fine now though." I said, gesturing to where he lay on the couch. Leah rushed over there. I sighed. I wish I had a someone who loved me.