I didn't stop running until I got to the deepest part of the wood.

When I did, I fell down onto my knees and started gasping.

Not now!

Anytime but now.

My head flew up and my back went straight.

But then everything turned normal.

No pain, no nothing.

"You were always like that, you know," I heard a voice say.

"Who's there?" I growled, looking around me.

A figure stepped from behind the trees. "You always try to act brave, and stuff. But you never show your feelings."

I gasped. "Chloe?"

"Yeah, it's me," she said, smiling.

She was as beautiful as I remembered. Her eyes shone in the moonlight, her smile comforted me.

"But-how? I thought that you were-"

"Dead?" she looked up, "I guess I am. To tell you the truth, I really don't know. I think I'm not in my body, though."

"You aren't? So you're really..." I asked, tears coming out of my eyes again.

She put her hand on my shoulder and kissed my forehead. "I'm kidding! Don't cry, Derek. Please. It hurts me. You hurt me."

I looked up at her in confusion. "I hurt you?"

"Yes. If anything ever happened to you, I wouldn't live this long. I'm not dead Derek. Just...scared to go back in my body."

"Scared?"

Chloe sat down next to me. "If I go back, I might lose all my memory. About you, Simon, Tori, and Liz. And if I do, what if I don't feel this way about you anymore? Why if I fall in love with someone else?"

"Chloe," I said, hugging her, "I want you back no matter what. Even though I don't want you to leave me, that's your choice. Without you, my life is a disaster. If Simon died, I would be sad, yeah. But if you died, my heart will hurt. It's already broken, Chloe. COme back. Please."

She took a long look at me and sighed. "Okay."

Then she disappeared.

I ran back with incredible speed towards where Tori was. I could hear her scream, "Chloe!"

I finally saw her. My one true love.

When she saw me, she grinned. "I'm back! I didn't even lose my memory!"

I walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the lips. It was a short one, but it was enough for me.

"I kind of feel different," she said, making sure she was in perfect shape. "I don't know what, but something is different."

After everyone gave Chloe their hugs and words of joy, we took a stroll on the beach.

"Thanks for saving me back there," I said, looking embarresed.

"No problem. And thanks for saving me," she said, giving me one of her radiant smiles.

I saw her shiver a little and shrugged off my jacket. "Here."

She was about to protest, but I put it on her before she could. "I'm a werewolf, remember? I don't get cold easily."

"Than-"

Chloe suddenly fell down.

"Chloe!" I said, helping her up. "What happened?"

Her breathing wasn't normal. Sweat covered her face as she gasped. "What...is...happ...ening?"

I felt her forehead and flinched back.

It was hot!

"Hold on. Let me get Andrew," I said, carrying her.

"No!" she yelled out in pain when I touched her.

Her skin turned furry and a muzzle sprouted out from her nose.

I gasped. "No. It can't be!"

Chloe wasn't a necromancer anymore.

She was a werewolf.