I apologize for the late update. I've been fighting yet another round of sickness. Damn Cold! This chapter's a little longer but I hope you like it. Thank you to my reviewers, you've been great. Even though I've only had 6. So REVIEW damn it! Thank you.


Song: Tear you apart-She want's Revenge & Helena Beat-Foster the People

We crouched down in the tree line surrounding the old burnt down house. A cop car sat in front. We watched as one of the officers walked through the rubble, listening as he kicked something out of his way. A growl erupting from Derek's throat. I reached a hand over and placed it on his shoulder. Without looking at me he settled back down behind our current hiding spot, an old oak with a huge trunk that easily hid two people. A flash from my dream sparkled into my mind but I kicked it back out as soon as it did. He had told me we were coming back here to get some cloths and cash. I wanted to sneak a peek at his emotions again but didn't want to risk the chance of unknowingly pushing mine to him. So I sat there, quit, and licking my lips as I inspected his current state.

Still shirtless he was in a crouched position. (Score 3 for dream becoming reality.) Though he didn't spin slowly and seductively wagging a finger at me to come to him. But still, close enough! Any who, back to my observations. His stomach was crunched up, the muscles in his back strained and tightened. And Oh GOD! Those biceps flexed from the strain on them. I also noted something I hadn't realized before. He had a pretty good sized tattoo on his back between his shoulder blades. It was black; the symbol had three separate swirls to it. I've seen it before, but I'm not sure where. I could almost put my finger on it!

Derek spun around to stare at me. His green eyes held a warning in them. That, 'I know what your thinking and what your feeling, but don't even try to or I'm going to kill you' look. Ha! He put me in my place! Don't get me wrong. I'm not a sissy werewolf by any means. I've fought more than my fair share of battles for dominance over other female wolves twice my size. I was small for a werewolf. Only 5'5" and not much bigger as a wolf. I won most and the others were called a draw. But seeing that my side was still in agonizing pain, I figured it was best to just let him throw his weight around a little. Giving into my defeat I plopped back onto my ass and leaned against the tree. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the slightest smirk cross his face. He continued to watch the officers and I played with a twig bored shitless. My mind traced back to last night with…Oh…What's that Bitches Face? Bitch! Yep, that was defiantly her name. She really didn't seem like Derek's type. I mean she was old, bitchy, had the face of a man, bitchy, great shoes, bitchy, and OH YEA! She was a werewolf hunter. And also, a BITCH! I wondered how Derek escaped the fire. I'm assuming that's how his family died. What his family was like? Was he always so shut down and cold? Or just after the incident?

Deciding that I was freezing my ass off not to mention that my butt was saturated from sitting on the ground I crouched forward on all fours. Derek whipping his head around quickly to see what I was up to. I ignored his death glare and crept to the next tree working my way to the back of his house. 'This would be so much easier if I could shift right now' I complained to myself, but the tugging in my side kept me grounded. I was a good 20 ft from Derek now who was staring at me wide eyed. The officer who had been in the house now stood on the front porch while the other sat in the cruiser. I heard Derek howl loudly which drew their attention. Both cops crept closer to the woods. I took the opportunity and made a mad dash to Derek's house. I leapt up and over the rubble and landed firmly on creaky floor. Quickly, I worked my way through the old house and up the steps. I heard the yelling of cop one, "HEY! YOU! Come back here!" Oh shit. They spotted him! I listened closer and heard the footsteps grow further and further away.

"Hurry up!" Derek's voice came from behind me. I jumped and squealed loudly!

"Dick." I spat at him. He ignored me and went into the bedroom that had once been my E.R. I stood in the doorway not really sure what to do when several pairs of clothing came flying at my head. I managed to catch the pants but the shirt landed on my head.

"Change quickly. You're muddy again." He ordered with a snarl. Like my 'muddiness' was an offence.

"Fine! Turn your head." I spat back.

"Why? I've seen you naked before." And do you know he had the nerve to look all innocent! He gave me that look like I had just beaten the puppy b/c he was excited to see me and jumped on me.

"I don't care. Turn your head." I placed one hand on my hip defiantly. He rolled his eyes but turned back to packing his bag. I turned my back to him too and began to strip my cloths. Starting with my shirt followed by my pants. He had thrown me a pair of athletic work out pants with a white stripe down the side and a white t-shirt. I pulled up the pants first feeling his eyes on me. I then pulled the t-shirt over my head. Grabbing the cloths from the floor I turned quickly and chucked them at his head. He caught them easily and stuffed them in the bag too. The air hit my bare arms and I shivered. I felt my nipples tighten from the frigid air and Derek's gaze drawn to my chest. He pulled out a black zip up athletic jacket and handed it to me. I took it gratefully and put that on too.

Walking over to the closet I started pulling things off hangers and shoving them into the duffel bag. Since it seemed like I was going butch by all the boy cloths I'd been wearing I wanted as many options as possible. Derek hustled to the bathroom only to come back out with a handful of things. Tooth brushes, brush, hair gel, and numerous other things. He looked down at my bare feet and hurried to another room. Much to my surprise he came back with a pair of tan flats. He dropped them at my feet and I slipped them on. I looked at him quizzically and he just shrugged. I'd ask about it later. He had his wallet in his back pocket already and I didn't see much else to take. Unless the bedroll was also going.

"Are we ready?" I asked. Without answering me he heaved the duffel bag over one shoulder and grabbed my hand with his free one, dragging me down the stairs the whole way.

Derek stopped quickly and changed directions. I caught the scent of a greasy cheeseburger mixed with to high cholesterol and nasty sweat.

"Stop!" yelled the out of shape cop. His name tag read 'Officer Sheeth'. Oh LORD! I'd hate to have that name. Spelled differently but pronounced the same. I was practically bursting at the seam to make some snide remark. But the ever growing clamp on my hand told me otherwise. Derek went to spin around and head the opposite direction when officer two joined the party.

"Stop Hale!" ordered…I was trying to peak around Derek's shoulder...'Officer O'Brien.' Feww. I thought it'd be dick or seamen or something. Ok Ok. I was kinda hoping for that because really…how funny would that be? I heard the deep rumble in start in Derek's chest and knew a growl was to follow. So I pinched his ass which startled him and he quickly gained control again.

"Where do you think your going Hale? You're a wanted man." Sheeth asked smugly. Oh how I wanted to retort to that. 'Umm excuse me, but I was wondering, can you even find your sheath you ass hole?' But I didn't. Not nice right? But really, my patients were wearing thin and I was hungry. Excuse: I said it out of hunger and exhaustion. I pulled free of Derek's death grip and wondered around him to Officer O'Brien whose gun barrel was pointing at me rudely right between the eyes.

"Stop. Stand still." He ordered. I ignored him keeping my eyes locked with his. He wasn't bad looking. Late 30's, grey hair sprinkled through his longer dark brown. He was slightly over weight but for the most part pretty fit. His eyes were brown like mud and laugh lines settled at the corners of his eyes. He was good looking. I put my hands up in surrender but continued pressing forward. His gun dropping with each step I took. I summoned my wolf's pheromones to the surface and pushed them at him. Yes, I know. Weird right? Why would a human be attracted to a wolf's scent? Well because…..just because. All I know is that no man could find it irresistible. I heard the heavy thump of the duffel bag hit the floor and I knew Derek could sense my pheromones as well. Oh, he would really hate me after this.

The officer dropped his gun, arms limp, and body slumped, but was sporting a major hard on. I giggled knowing that the two men behind me would soon be sporting one as well. I leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Forget you ever saw us and go back to your car." He listened, mind to filled with lust to comprehend, and stumbled out the house. His buddy screaming the whole time. "Where are you going O'Brien? Get you're a…" I turned quickly to him pushing the rest of my pheromones at him. He fell a little quicker under my spell then the other. I repeated and sent him on his way as well.

Turning back to Derek who was staring at the floor and holding his bag in front of his crotch I whispered 'Let's go'. I headed out the front door and down the steps. Horny werewolf on my heels the whole way. I had no clue where we going but just decided to head down his long dirt drive. We walked in silence for most of the way until I couldn't take it anymore. I stopped in the middle of the road and turned to face Derek.

"They said you're a wanted man." It was a statement not a question. He ignored me, rolling his eyes, and began to walk again. I grabbed him by the arm and spun him around.

"Why Derek?"

"None of your damn business." He snarled.

"Yea…It is. If you're dragging me around, refusing to let me go back to my hotel, or stay alone then I need to know what I'm dealing with." I reasoned.

He dropped the bag and stepped closer, his face inches away from mine. "I saved your ass twice now, given you the cloths off of my back, and allowed you to live." His eyes were angry. The last part meant to be a threat.

"Save your threats for someone who it'll really scare. You won't hurt me and I know it."

"Oh yea. Try me." He bared his teeth and lowered his face closer to mine. Two could play this game. I peeled my lips back over my elongating canines. I could feel my mouth growing fuller as more teeth protruded and sharpened. I looked him in the eye and seen the reflection of my own. They weren't glowing ice blue, but instead looked like the moon was my iris. Pretty neat if I say so myself. Kind of like you could see my animal soul. He growled loudly and I couldn't help the tingle that ran up my spine. Goose bumps covering my arms. Our little spat was interrupted when I heard the sound of a fast approaching car. He stepped away from me and we shifted back quickly. I looked back to him giving him my best 'Your not getting out of this' look. I started to creep off the road but was stopped when Derek pulled me back. I watched as a black Camaro skidded to a stop a few feet from us. A dark curly haired kid in the driver's seat. He had tan skin, deep brown eyes, and amazingly fit for someone his age. Stiles sat in the passenger. What was once his bad mood became instantly quirky again when he seen me. I smiled at him and Derek gave Stiles a warning growl. I smelled light cologne mixed with a strong musky scent. I recognized the driver as the other wolf Stiles had recommended we stay with. He stepped out of the car and looked me over. His nostrils flared, eyes gold, and stance became wider. He began to move towards us but Derek stepped in between.

"Get in the back seat with Stiles pup." Derek demanded. Scott hesitated before giving in and climbing in the backseat with Stiles. I went over to the passenger side and slid in. Stiles instantly making me smile by his emotions.

"You guys can't stay with me again tonight. That was way to close with my dad this morning." Stiles stated, leaning up in between the seats resting an elbow on each. Scott sat in the back, arms crossed over his chest, staring out the window. Just to piss Derek off I slid around in my seat, side pulling in pain, but I ignored it. I pushed Stiles in the head back into the backseat and extended my hand towards the young wolf.

"Hi. I'm Maine." Scott looked at me for the first time and reluctantly shook my hand.

"Scott." He said. His eyes flickered towards Derek and I winked at Stiles.

"Enough. Maine turn around." He ordered. I ignored him and went back to chatting with Scott.

"So, you're a werewolf too. We're you born or made?" I asked.

"What?" Scott asked confused.

"He's made." Derek answered for him.

"I wasn't talking to you." I said flatly.

"So. You were bit. Do you like being a werewolf?"

He looked over to Stiles who just shrugged his shoulders and then back to me. "No. It's screwed my life up." He looked lost and lonely. I felt his envy for his friend, the same as I felt from Stiles for Scott. Poor kids. They always thought the grass was greener on the other side. I gave him my most lungful look and shook my head.

"You've only just begun. It's not without its perks right. I mean I don't know much about your breed of wolf but for mine, it's definitely got its perks." I added with smile.

"Hell yea it does. He used to suck at lacrosse but when he got bite he got bumped up to first line." Stiles added enthusiastically, ignoring Scott's scowls he added, "And now he's got a girlfriend. Allison Argent. Oh yea, her aunt is the one you met last night. Kate. Ha! Ironic! He's a werewolf dating a girl from a werewolf hunting family." Scott punched him in the arm and Stiles yelped. "Dude, really?"

"Stiles shut up!" Scott spat at him. Stiles looked at him with wide eyes and just shook it off.

We pulled up to a house behind Stiles jeep and I got out, letting the boys crawl out from the back. I assumed it was Scott's house. Giving Stiles a quick hug and Scott a smile I hopped back in the car with sour wolf.

"So, where are we going now?" I asked as we backed out of the drive.

"Somewhere safe." I watched his hands grip the wheel tighter. I thought I heard the brief squeal as he choked the life out of it. Well so much for small talk. Instead I reached over and flicked on the radio. A She Wants Revenge song came on and I started singing along. I didn't give a shit who heard. It was the first time in days since I heard music.

Got a big plan, his mind's set, maybe it's right
At the right place and right time, maybe tonight
In a whisper or handshake sending a sign
Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind

Late night, in passing, mention it flip to her
Best friend, it's no thing, maybe it slipped
but the slip turns to terror and a crush to like
when she walked in he froze up, leave it to fright

It's cute in a way, till you cannot speak
And you leave to have a cigarette, knees get weak
escape was just a nod and a casual wave
Obsess about it, heavy for the next two days

It's only just a crush, it'll go away
It's just like all the others it'll go away
Or maybe this is danger and you just don't know
You pray it all away but it continues to grow

I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes girl
So lovely, it feels so right

I want to hold you close
Soft breath, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart.

I hadn't noticed that we had come to a stop since I was busy singing my heart out. Derek stared at me with a huge grin on his face. I gotta tell ya, it was really cute too. I stopped and stared at him and asked "What?"

"You. You know She Wants Revenge?"

"Uhh, yea. Who don't?" I played it off. To my surprise he started laughing. Like legit laugh his ass off.

"Damn…..You may not….be as…..bad as I…..thought." He managed between breaths. His laugh deep and throaty. The smile on his face worth a thousand words. I smiled and started laughing with him. We continued to laugh for a few moments before finally pulling ourselves together. "Come on. Lets eat." He said a smile still on his face.

"Yea. I could eat the ass out of a Billy goat right now." This earned me yet another round of laughter as he got of the car and ran around to my side. Opening the door for me and giving me his hand. Wow. He could be a real gentlemen. Locking the car behind us he slid an arm around my hip, smile still on his face, and led us into the Dine In.


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