Here is chapter two which is actually the last half of the first original chapter... kind of confusing I'm sorry. The next chapter will be new! YAY :)

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CHAPTER 2: Wolves

Chloe POV

I was blushing a lot more now, thanks to my relationship with Derek. My aunt had decided it was time for her to give me the full version of "THE TALK". I rolled my eyes and started to walk down the street, ignoring the fact that all four of them were laughing at me.

Derek grabbed my hand when he caught up to me, his chuckles distracting me from the embarrassing situation. I loved the way his laugh sounded. A deep rumbling that you could practically feel run across the nerves of your body, well for me anyway.

We walked around the city in a comfortable silence until my stomach growled. We laughed quietly to ourselves before searching the store fronts for someplace good to eat.

"What do you want? It's all on me, of course." I rolled my eyes and shrugged my shoulders, looking around the tiny town.

"Where'd you get money from?" I asked as the thought hit me. He pulled out a twenty with a sheepish grin.

"My dad. He said it was extra he'd had." As he spoke, he nodded his head at the area in front of us. At the end of the street I saw a cluster of trees with a clearing big enough for half a dozen picnic tables. All of them were empty, so we could talk freely. A couple stores down was a small bakery. I suggested a picnic and he nodded his head again.

I got a blueberry muffin and some tea in a to-go cup. Derek bought a half a dozen donuts, a bagel, and a large coffee. When we got to the picnic area we found a spot in the back near the trees and sat down. We spent most of the afternoon there, calling Aunt Lauren every hour to keep her updated.

It was a lot of fun. We hadn't really gotten any time to just ourselves. I learned a lot about Derek. I felt privileged that he trusted me enough to share the dark parts of his past. I told him about my dreams, my mom… everything. I couldn't remember the last time I had talked so much about myself before.

Once it got to be around five, we started getting ready to walk back to the hotel. The sun still had a few hours until it set. We were walking in a comfortable silence again.

It seemed calm and relaxing for all of about ten seconds. We had arrived at an alley-like area when Derek stiffened his posture, going rigid as he caught a scent in the air he didn't like. Confusion masked his face for a moment before his head snapped across the street, then in the direction of the alley. He continued the rotation of storefront, alley, and storefront another time. Footsteps from the alley made me jump and Derek growl. He turned, facing the threat, his eyes dark and menacing. He stood taller and puffed his chest out. A blonde woman was standing a few feet away, her face hidden in the shadows.

As she made her way to the mouth of the alley the light lit her features. She was one of the people at the DMV earlier.

"We need to talk pup." Instead of a soft female voice, it was a deep one with a southern drawl. I squeaked and moved closer into Derek's side while I turned my head to the right to see a blonde man too close to me for comfort. I could feel Derek's muscles tighten as he pulled me even closer into his side growling low in his throat. The man looked at me with calculating eyes for a moment before looking back to Derek.

"You can bring the girl and we'll talk in a public place if you prefer." It was the woman this time. Her voice was smooth with no emotion and sounded firm and full of authority. Derek nodded hesitantly after a few moment of seeing we couldn't really escape.

"I'm Elena," she said as she turned she nodded to the man. "That's Clay." Without another word she led the way to a busy and well lit street. Derek pulled me over to his other side farther away from the man. Elena came over to my side while Clay walked a bit behind Derek. She stopped in front of a diner where she led us to a back corner booth. I could see a man with black hair in the booth, his head bowed down, studying the table.

What had we gotten ourselves into?

"Werewolves" His murmur was quiet, so much so that I thought maybe I hadn't really heard it. But Derek made a pointed look at all three of them and flared his nostrils. Oh great. This couldn't be good.

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