Okay, here is your new chapter. Wrote it to Scene for Dummies. XD Sorry if it sucks. I'm tired, and I want to get this up tonight. I have planned drama.

Anyway, onwards my lovelies!

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A scream echoed through the darkness… Chloe! No!

I ran. Where, no clue. All there was, was black. My footfalls pounded, but I went nowhere. Chloe…

Again, I woke in the middle of the night. My hair was matted with sweat as I ran my hand through it. (A/N: ALL THE FRIENDS IN SUNSET SHOW ME WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT) It wasn't the same dream as before —the one I know I shared with Chloe— because this one only lasted minutes before… I gulped at the thought of it. I had to clear my head.

I headed down the back porch steps pulling on my hoodie before taking off into a jog. Nothing made sense anymore. But I had to make sense of it. The only question is, how?

When I finally ran the thoughts of the nightmares off, my stomach growled. I headed for the kitchen, hoping there was something to eat.

I rummaged through the fridge and found an apple. Biting into it slowly, I leaned against the counter and started to think about what I had read before I went to bed earlier. I didn't pay much attention, but I remember what it said.

A werewolf may choose a single mate if he wishes. By default a werewolf does not have a potential mate that is the only one he can live without. Though, if a werewolf were to have a strong enough bond with someone, he can begin to share a mental connection with her.

The mental connection can be thoughts, feelings, subconscious thoughts or images while sleeping. A small number of werewolves experience this bond.

Caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice anyone come into the room.

"Derek?" Chloe whispered, snapping me into the present.

"Huh?" I grunted.

"I-I had another nightmare…" She frowned, a small wrinkle forming between her eyebrows.

I grunted and threw the apple core into the trash, then picked her up and took her to the couch, setting her next to me.

"Tell me about it."

"I… I can't. I don't remember nothing but darkness, and being scared, then something grabbed me. That's it."

It was my dream. All over again. Just a different view.

"I don't like it, Derek. It scares me. I just want them to go away."

She started to tear up then, her face contorted with sadness. I couldn't let her be like that. As she started to shake, I pulled her into my lap, kissing her head. When I did, she looked up at me, her eyes slightly guarded.

Our eyes met, and I just forgot everything. I leaned in close. Nothing mattered.

Okay, okay, I know it's short. Sorry. I am tired. And consoling a friend who's girlfriend was a total bitch and didn't even like him, just asked him out outta pity. And I'm busy teasing my own boyfriend. Anyway, thanks to all who reviewed on the story so far. I am sorry if I didn't get to respond.