Hey you guys review fast! This should have been up almost two hours ago but my mother had to use my laptop. Let's just say she couldn't figure out how to make the cursor work. So here's the third chapter! Hope you enjoy!
Me: (turns around to walk away. Walks straight into a toned chest) Why Night, I didn't see you there.
Night: Aren't you forgetting something?
Me: No! (tries to walk past)
Night: (Grabs the back of my shirt) Come on brat, say it!
Me: Fine! I don't own Darkest Powers but I own you, so *Bleh :P*
Chapter Three:
Chloe POV
The feeling of jealousy was working its way around my stomach. I couldn't quite pinpoint why this little girl was making me feel jealous. Maybe it was her candy apple red hair that flowed in beautiful curls out of her hat. Or perhaps it was the fact that she was much smaller than me, yet she managed to bring down Derek. The two were now on the ground. The little girl was curled on top of Derek, her face buried in the nape of his neck.
Derek seemed frazzled by the sudden attack. He lay inert under the girl's body. His face had turned into his usual emotionless mask. He opened his mouth to say something to the girl. He snapped it closed when the words failed him. Slowly he opened his mouth again. I had a horrible gut feeling that the next words out of his mouth would hurt this little girl. Thankfully he didn't get a chance.
"There you guys are. We've been looking for you everywhere! Simon was convinced Derek was…" she said strutting out of the woods. She stopped short when she noticed Derek on the ground. Simon crashed out of the woods after her, hitting Tori's frozen body. "Watch where you're going!" Toir hissed at him.
"Maybe you shouldn't just stop without warning!" Simon retorted. Tori rolled her eyes and moved to stand next to me.
"Who's the little girl?" she asked pointing an uninterested finger at the girl. Simon followed her finger. Derek was now sitting up; the red-haired girl was staring curiously at the new people.
"Sorcerer," she said pointing to Simon. Her finger moved in front of Tori, "witch!"
"So she knows about supernaturals. Maybe she is one," Tori shrugged.
"What kind?" Simon asked. Four sets of eyes turned to the little girl, waiting for the answer. She wriggled around in Derek's lap. A light blush stained her cheeks. We were making her uncomfortable. Feeling bad for the startled girl I slowly crouched in front of her. She watched me uneasily, shifting away from me. In a way she reminded of a startled puppy.
"It's okay, you don't have to answer us," I cooed reassuring her. The image of her being a puppy took over, much like the Derek-terminator episode. My hand slipped under her hat to per her silky curls. My fingers brushed something on the top of her head. It was raised out from her head and was very soft under my touch. However it had a fur-like softness to it. She jerked backwards falling out of Derek's lap. She stared at me horrified, one hand fixing her hat. At the fringe of my vision I saw Derek's nostrils flair.
In a split second he was off the ground. He had himself in positioned between us and the tree line. His eyes scanned the thick jumble of woods closest to us. I got up, placing my arm on his shoulder. The corner of his eyes flashed green as he looked towards me. "What is it? Is it the Edison Group?" I asked hoping deep down inside that it wasn't. We were supposed to be safe at this hideout. I don't think I could take more running without a place to go.
Simon and Tori moved closer, getting ready for battle if necessary. "No," Derek grunted. We all relaxed a little bit. We were still on edge because something was freaking Derek out. A large blur slipped out of the woods stopping directly in front of us. It took a moment for me to register the person behind the blur. It was a guy, maybe a few years older than Derek. He was dressed in a black muscle tee that showed off his well sculpted arms. He was just a muscular as Derek. A dark black design ran up one of his arms. His hair was the color of the sky at midnight. It was shaggy and grown out enough to just fall into his eyes. From this distance I couldn't tell if his eyes were silver or a pale blue.
Derek let out a warning growl. So he had startled Derek. What was so bad about him? As if answering my question the guy let out a low growl. It was so low I would have thought it was Derek had I still not been holding his arm. I quailed at the thought of the guy being a werewolf. What if he was from the pack? What if he tried to hurt Derek? Derek's head whipped around to look at the others. I followed his gaze to the empty spot beside me.
"Derek!" I cried a little bit alarmed. He gestured towards the river. The girl was steadily making her way to it. "Hey!" the werewolf half shouted half growled. The girl froze mid step. Slowly she turned around, her tiny hand held up in surrender. Her hands quivered with fear. She opened her mouth to say something but he lunged at her. With a frightened yelp the little girl dove out of his was. The werewolf recovered quickly going after his target again.
"Derek!" I pleaded. He had grabbed a hold of my arm when I had stepped forward to help.
"You can't help her!" he ordered. I scowled at the way he was telling me what to do.
"He's right you know," Simon piped in but I didn't been any attention to him. I was caught in a stare down with Derek. Finally he let out a defeated sigh.
"Fine, I'll go help. Happy?" he said dropping my arm and making his way towards the two.
"Very," I whispered.
"Oh, is Derek going to fight the mean man?" Tori asked. "Where is the popcorn when you need it?!"
Derek POV
What was I doing? I was stepping out into battle with another werewolf. Of course I didn't know how much experience this guy had but it was much more than me. The wolf took that moment to announce that it was better than Chloe. I had to agree with him on that. If that werewolf was angry he probably wasn't keeping his strength in check. He could easily break Chloe in two if she had tried anything.
Using the element of surprise to my advantage, I crept up behind the werewolf. Unfortunately I hadn't accounted for the girl in my plans. The second she saw me she sprinted towards me. She leapt high into the air, trusting me to catch her. I had the brief thought of stepping to the side and letting her land on the ground. Chloe would probably get mad at me for doing that.
We came face to face just inches from each other. Her green eyes widened in surprise when she realized she was suspended in air. The werewolf had caught her by the scruff of the back of her shirt. "I've finally got you, you little brat!" he growled. The girl let out a guilty giggle. "Do you know the trouble I went through trying to find you again? I can't just leave the pack every time you up and leave!"
"Umm, I hate to break it to you but you're not alpha anymore, remember?" Even I cringed at those words. If this werewolf wasn't super mad to begin with he would be now. Wait, he was an alpha? He didn't look too older than me. Dad had always said alphas start when they're older. How old was this guy exactly? The girl's body was whipped around like a ragdoll. She struggled trying to wrench herself from his hold.
"And whose fault is that?"
Her struggling stopped. In a low voice meant only for this werewolf's ears she mumbled, "I found him for real." The anger disappeared from his eyes. Gently, he set her down. His silver eyes flicked towards me, sizing me up in one quick glance. His eyes strayed to the people behind me. I too, took a short glance behind me. They had gotten closer to us. I presume they wanted to help me, not that I would have let them… maybe Tori though. They seemed confused about what had just happened too. The werewolf obvious wasn't going to hurt her anymore. So why had he gone after her in such a vicious way to begin with? He seemed to understand that we were hesitant to believe he was good.
"Night," he grunted thrusting his hand in my direction. I eyed his hand warily. I shouldn't feel like I could trust him. Truthfully my human side didn't but my inner wolf was egging the trustful feeling along. It wasn't because he was a werewolf. Dad's books had taught me that if werewolves aren't from the same pack then they don't get along. Yet here we were, neither threatening the others life.
"Derek," I said placing my hand in his.
He smirked, pumping our hands up and down. "This little trouble maker is Moon." The red-haired girl with my eyes bobbed her head acknowledge her name.
"I'm Chloe," she said introducing herself. She had snuck up next to when she realized we weren't fighting. "Do you live at the safe house?"
"Yes," Moon replied quickly. Maybe too quickly. It unnerved me a little. Were they hiding something?
"Guys," Tori interrupted. "We can exchange names later. Andrew wants us."
As we walked back to the house something dawned on me. I don't remember there being another werewolf at the safe house before. Moon absolutely wasn't part of the past. I would remember her eyes. It troubled me that she seemed to know me yet I couldn't say I've ever met her. Had she even existed in the past before?
Time travel was giving me a headache!
A/N: First I would like to thank the six people out of 58 who read my story and actually reviewed! This chapter is for them! (To lazy to list names please don't feel offended I really do love you guys). Second I would like to thank my best friend. She helped me name Night. He wasn't originally going to be Night but it kind of stuck. I want at least eight reviews this time! Please and thank you. Constructive reviews are welcome too! Well 'till next time!
