Hey so if any of you follow my other story titled "Getting Ready for a Night Out" you will have noticed that it hasn't been updated in a while. Well that is because for one I am trying to balance these two stories, secondly that story is much harder to get inspiration for, and thirdly Caught in the Heart has always been my main story so it takes precedence. I hope you guys understand!

After I fell on Roy he preceded to make sure there was always at least ten feet between us.

Seriously? How much of a klutz does he think I am? Or is he worried I will shock him again? Why does this even matter at all to you Dusty? It's none of your business! I scolded myself.

I checked behind me and saw that Tamara and Haden were holding a hushed conversation. I couldn't make out any words so I hung back trying to see if I could hear them as they got closer.

"-you going to do something?" I caught from Tamara.

"Why on earth would I be the one to talk to him?" Haden hissed back.

Then they both noticed I was near them and shut up. Or they continued their conversation telepathically. Either was a possibility.

"Tamara!" Roy yelled, now in human form, "The trail ends hear."

Tamara jogged up and saw that the line had indeed stopped at the edge of one of the mountain roads.

"Goddess! He must have got into a car. My spell was only designed to track him on foot," Tamara explained in a frustrated tone.

"Well at least we've narrowed down the possibilities. So tell us, where are we Dusty? You are the local," Roy commanded.

"Actually I'm not as much of a local as you think. I only moved here about a year ago."

"In other words you have no idea where we are," Roy sighed.

"Never fear," I grinned, "I can easily figure out where we are."

"How do you plan to do that?" Roy inquired arrogantly.

I pulled out my phone.

"I have a Map app. I can just use it to figure out what streets we're on. Bingo! Found it! We're on James Street which is off of Thomas's! Hey I know where that is!" I answered excitedly.

Roy did not appear to share my excitement as he snatched my phone away and looked at the map.

"This is actually good news. Since the main road is far away it is more likely that our rogue may own property around here. If we can find some real maps then we can narrow it down," Roy stated.

Haden and Tamara nodded in agreement.

"Hey what is wrong with my phone's map?" I demanded.

"It's tiny," Roy critiqued.

Tamara butted in before Roy could say anymore, "Roy wants us to get a bigger map so we can plan better. We need to plan ahead and figure out our best option for attack. We can't just go charging in blindly. The last time that happened we got caught in a trap."

"Fine."

I admitted that there was logic in her statement. But seriously, why couldn't Roy explain it like that? Instead he made every word aimed at me an insult.

Maybe I can just shoot him with one of my arrows. I'm pretty sure I heard that shapeshifters have supernatural healing abilities. One teeny weeny arrow wouldn't kill him right?

"Dusty? Dusty. Duuuuuuuusty!" Haden's shouting interrupted my musings.

"Wha?"

"What were you thinking about? You were miles away. We have been trying to ask you what's the best way to get from your car from here."

"Oh sorry Haden. To answer your second question it is easiest to go by the road. I can navigate back to the archery range from here. To answer you first, I was thinking about your guys' healing factor. How does that work anyway?"

Tamara answered, "It's actually pretty simple. Basically we heal from everything except an attack from our race's specific weakness."

"Or fire," Roy pointed out, "Fire pretty much kills everyone."

"Yeah, that too," Tamara agreed.

"Well if you don't mind me asking what is each specific race's weakness?" I tentatively asked.

I was afraid of offending them. I mean I was pretty much asking them to tell me what kills them and it's not something that I would imagine you tell someone you just met.

"Don't worry. It's fine. For my race, witches, it's iron; for vampires it's wood; and for shapeshifters, including werewolves, it is sliver."

"So werewolves are part of the shapeshifting clan or whatever they call themselves."

Tamara nodded, "You got it."

I stared at Roy trying to see if I could find anything reminiscent of the beast that attacked me. …Nope. There was nothing but an extremely good looking boy with a knack for pissing me off.

"Hey wait a minute I just realized that Roy is wearing clothes," I pointed out.

"Well yeah," Roy responded, "I don't walk out of the house naked."

I growled and yelled, "That's not what I meant. I mean that after you shifted back into human you still had your clothes on!"

"Oh that. They are made out of the skin of other shapeshifters." He said it so nonchalantly.

I stopped dead in my tracks, "Please tell me you are kidding me."

Tamara touched my arm, "He isn't kidding you Dusty. It's the only way his clothes stay with him. Shapeshifters have been doing it for hundreds of years."

"That doesn't make it any less disturbing," I said with a shudder.

"It's the Night World kid, get used to it," Roy told me.

I thought about how my life used to be so much simpler and less scary before all this. Learning about the Night world had simultaneously opened my eyes and destroyed my innocence. I doubt I would be able to ever going back to thinking that these people were only supposed to exist in fairytales.

Buck up girl and stop wallowing in self-pity! You asked to know and this is what you got. Deal with it! You either sink or swim in this kind of world, I chided myself.

So this wasn't a super eventful chapter but not to worry things pick up in the next one! Remember kiddies, reviews make an author's day! So review today and make an author that much happier! *cough* like me! *cough*