A/N Sorry it took so long, it's my finals week :/But here you go! Please let me know what you think!

I stepped back, out of Zach's protective arms. He made no motion to stop me.

"Joel, what are you talking about?" I asked over my shoulder, my eyes never leaving Zach's face. He stared straight at Joel, his face passive and unmoving.

"Wolf. The trained assassin that uses silver bullets on his targets," Joel paused to pull a tiny canister out of his back pocket; the silver bullet rattled inside. "Cammie, Zach is the trained assassin. On assignments, his codename was wolf... and he killed his targets with silver bullets." A lead weight dropped in my stomach. 'and he killed his targets with silver bullets'. Zach had killed someone. But more than that, he had killed multiple targets. I looked at Zach. It was all there, plain as day, but I had been so blind; blind with love and hate and confusion, that I hadn't seen Zach in his true state. The state of assassin. I swallowed the bile in my throat and took another step back, toward Joel.

"No…," Zach whispered, shaking his head, his face paled, "I haven't used that codename in two years, Joel. Two years! I haven't taken any assignments in two years."

"What I want to know," Joel charged on, talking over Zach, "is why you had to pick me. Why?"

"No, Joel, it wasn't me," he pleaded.

"You are Wolf, Zach. You always have been and always will be." Joel said with heartbreaking honesty and a finality that cut through my heart.

Zach was silent, pain distorting the finest features of his face. I took one more step back, standing next to Joel.

"Go, Cammie," Joel whispered, not taking his eyes off of Zach, "get James." Numbly, I obeyed, stumbling out of the room; Zach's eyes following mine until I turned. I ran through the dark labyrinth until I fell out onto the cool kitchen floor. I lay there, gasping for air but finding no relief. My stomach heaved air and I choked on the dust as it swirled around me.

"Cammie?" a strong hand reached out and helped me to my feet, "are you alright?"

"Zach…. Down the hall…. Joel…" I coughed out, "… Wolf… he is wolf…." James's eyes went from concern to fury. He led me to the counter before quickly sprinting down the hall. There was silence, an eerily still silence, the pitter-patter of rain the only noise to be heard. Voices rose angrily, a bang, and more silence. Violent shivers wracked my entire body with the fear of not knowing.

The front door slammed, I quickly straightened myself and sprinted into the living room. A small portion of the wall had moved to reveal a dark passageway. Something ran by the window in the corner of my eye. Zach ran through the pouring rain, cradling his right hand against his chest, toward a dark car. I chased after him, ignoring the cold rain as it soaked me to the skin within seconds.

Zach struggled with the car door. Thunder rolled menacingly and rained pushed stringy stands of hair into my eyes.

"Zach!" I screamed as loud as I could as he started to get into the car. He stopped, and looked up at me with pain filled eyes.

"Cammie," he whispered, the sound of his voice barely reaching my ears over the rain. He stepped back out of the car and ran toward me. My breath caught in my throat. His hand was covered in blood and his shirt was drenched red. He didn't acknowledge my look, but continued to run towards me. He reached for me with his uninjured hand. Frozen in place, I didn't pull away.

"Cammie," he pleaded, looking into my eyes with such intensity that my soul felt exposed, "you have to believe me. I haven't taken any assignment from the Cavan in over two years. I've refused to do anything since I met this girl. She's the best thing that ever happened to me and I would never do anything to hurt her."

"Zach…"

"She's smart," he continued, not letting me interrupt, as he stroked the side of my face with his hand, "she's funny… she's amazing. She's the only one I can trust."

"Lucky girl," I managed to say. He smirked then grimaced and held his hand closer to his stomach.

"Listen to me Cammie," he said in a voice strangely like Mr. Solomon's, "I need you to do something for me. I'm being framed, and I need you to find whoever it is. Please, Gallagher Girl, do this for me. No matter what happens, I will be okay. I promise."

The front door slammed open. Zach retracted his hand from my face and turned back to his car. Within seconds, bullets rippled through the air. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Zach's feet moved slow, too slow, across the grass towards the waiting vehicle. James and Joel both stood squared, with guns raised and their fingers pumping the triggers.

"NO!" I screamed, running towards them in futility. Zach's body turned and twisted in the air, excruciating pain coloring his last word.

"Cammie!" he fell and lay motionless. I stopped in my tracks. My heart breaking, but still beating loudly. Louder. Louder. Until finally it was the only sound I could hear. I ran toward Zach's limp figure, stumbled and pulled myself to his side. I screamed his name, but I knew he couldn't hear me. My heart beat loudly, but his never would again.

"Zach!" I screamed, tears running down my face and mingling with the cold, heartless rain, "Zach! You promised!" Two hands grabbed my arms, pulling me backwards, away from Zach. Why were they pulling me away? I struggled, pulling, twisting and kicking to get out of the grip and get back to Zach.

"Zach!" I screamed once more, my voice finally failing into a hoarse cry. A rough cloth was shoved over my mouth. I breathed deeply, ready to forget everything and hoping that maybe when I woke up things would be different. The familiar drowsiness spread throughout my body, numbing everything except the sharp pain in my chest. My eyelids fell shut and darkness prevailed.

A/N Don't hate me yet! This is all going somewhere, I promise….. Review!