Chapter Three:

I drive Lydia in the direction of her house and she stares out the window shield.

"I do have some gym clothes in the back if you want 'em." I tell her. Baby mews at Lydia and I roll my eyes as she glares back at the kitten.

"And wear sweatpants that are wet and slimy," Lydia looks at me through her knotted up hair, which she is trying to pull leaves from. "No thanks."

I nod, "Alright, then."

Baby mews at me for taking her blanket, which now sits over Lydia's pale legs. She looks thinner from walking around in the woods for two days.

"Lydia?" I ask.

She snaps her head around, "What?"

"What happened to you out there?" I ask her, preparing for a hail storm. Instead, she stares out the window and her eyes are filled with the same naked fear from before. Then she yells, "STOP THE CAR!"

I slam on the brakes and can hear my engine making popping sounds. I need to stop slamming on the brake pedal.

"What? What is it?"

"Where'd he go?" She asks, looking at me with confusion.

"Lydia, there's no one out there." I tell her. She starts shaking again and I crank up the heat. "Lydia? What did you see?"

"Hale." She whispers under her breath. Then she snaps out of her little trance and looks at me. "Don't tell anyone I'm freaking out like this." She says. It sounds like an order, but I can see her pleading me with her eyes.

"I won't tell." I say to her, starting to drive more slowly. I pull up to her house and turn off the engine. I get out the same time she does, zipping up the jacket and wearing the blanket as a skirt.

I ring the doorbell and Lydia sighs. "Be prepared."

"Why?" I ask her as the door opens.

Mrs. Martin drops her kitchen towel and pulls Lydia into a tight hug, muttering, "Oh, my sweet girl's home."

"I'm alright Mom." Lydia says, hugging her mother back for a few seconds. Mrs. Martin still holds Lydia to the side in a one arm hug and finally notices me.

"Are you a friend of Lydia's?" She asks, rubbing her daughter's arms to console her.

"Mom, she found me in the road." Lydia mumbles, embarrassed. Her mother tightens her grip around her daughter, then gives me a bear hug, almost crying.

"Thank you for finding my baby girl." she murmurs. Lydia rolls her eyes behind her mother and I smile at her. She purses her lips and the corners of her mouth go up slightly, making an effort to smile at me. She looks down and then up again, mumbling, "Thanks."

"Your welcome, I guess." I mumble back, patting Mrs. Martin's back in return. She pulls away and wipes at her eyes, making sure her make-up isn't smeared.

"Well, it's getting late." She tells me, patting my shoulders. "You should be getting home, now."

I nod, "Right, well, uh. I'll see you at school later, Lydia."

"Right, well," she tugs on the jacket. "I'll give this back to you at school then."

"No problem." I tell her. "Bye, Mrs. Martin."

She nods and goes to put her arms around her daughter, closing the door behind them.

I smile to myself. I think I deserve a gold star for this.

I jump back in the car, looking back at Baby. She licks her paw and mews at me again, as if saying, When are we going home?

"Don't worry, Baby," I tell her. "Lydia is just fine."

She buries her head in her paws, not caring about what I'm saying. I roll my eyes and drive back down the road.

After stopping at the grocery store, I put the groceries in the back, freshly stocked with microwave popcorn and some kitten food.

"I got lots of jealous lovers that all wish they had me back.

Got a pistol for a mouth, my own momma gave me back."

I sing along to Gin Wigmore, pounding on the steering wheel to the beat.

As if the road loves to lead me to wandering souls in the middle of the night, Scott McCall walks along the road, hugging his arms and looking for something.

"You need a ride, Scott?" I ask, rolling down my window.

"Huh?" He asks, jumping and looking up at me.

"Do you need a ride?" I ask him. He looks freaked and so much more paler than before. "Are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost."

"I'm fine." He stutters. "And, uh, yeah. I need a ride."

I lean over and open the passenger door for him. "Well, hop in. I love picking up hitchhikers."

"What?" He asks me, stepping in and closing the door.

"I just found Lydia and-" I cut myself off, making sure I keep my promise not to tell..

His eyes grow wider than before. "You found Lydia?"

I sigh, "Please don't tell. I promised Lydia I wouldn't tell anyone."

"Well, was she fine? Was she like, bloody or anything?" He asks me, frantically.

I give him one of my What the hell are you talking about? looks. "No…Why?"

"Oh, just…just wondering." He says, looking down at his hands.

"Scott, are you okay?" I ask him. He looks up at me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Didn't see anything. Didn't…didn't do anything." He says, muttering the last part to himself angrily.

I sigh, "So, where do you live?"

"Uh, just turn the corner and it's a couple blocks down." He tells me, leaning back and hitting his head against the seat.

Neither one of us talks for a while until I pull up to his house.

"Scott?" I ask him. He jumps at my voice.

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure you're okay?" I ask him. He sighs and wets his lips.

"I don't know!" He says, running his hand over his face.

I rub his shoulder, "Well, feel better…or something." I tell him. He gives the smallest hint of a smile and looks at me with an unfathomable expression. Then he sighs to himself and jumps out of the car, running inside.

"Something's wrong with that kid." I mutter to myself. I turn and see Baby sleeping, then I pull out and drive home.

Scott's POV

I slam the door and lean against it, hitting my head.

What's wrong with me? The whole time we were in the car I wanted to kiss her. My inner wolf was practically tearing my head apart.

My thoughts: She's touching your shoulder, don't kiss her and ruin everything with Allison.

My wolf thoughts: She's touching your shoulder, kiss her now! Kiss her and don't ever stop or I'm going to gouge your eyes out with a fork.

I sit down on my bed.

Why isn't there a cure? I think to myself. I'm going to maim myself if my wolf keeps going all dirty thoughts a brewin' every time I see her.

I close my eyes, shutting out all of my wolf thoughts.

Or trying to.

I know, I know. I'm working on getting Scott's POV moments more accurate.

I'm going to bring in some other wolves next chapter! *Fist pump* Yessss.

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