Hey guys. This is my next chapter of WolfLove!!!!

I just want to do a little shout out to my besties Josie and Ashleigh for listening to all of my ideas and sticking with me when I get dorkie.

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(David's P.O.V.)

"What was a bunch of supernatural kids doing at a house by themselves?"

"Maybe the same reason two supernatural kids are on a deserted road by themselves?" The Simon guy said back to Karrah.

"I doubt it," Karrah said coldly and gave an equally chilly glare to go with it. Simon shot her a disbelieving look and snorted. Which in guy's terms mean, 'Sure'.

It's been like this for the last fifteen minutes. Simon would be telling his story about how his father had disappeared about three months(?) ago, so him, his brother, and their two friends went out looking for him and ran into some problems. He wouldn't exactly tell us what problems they got in except that they got to this house and one of the friends and his brother went out looking for food, but never came back; and then Karrah would interrupt him with some sarcastic or plain rude comment. I don't know how the guy can take all of it. Especially his friend. Her face keeps getting redder and redder every time Karrah opens her mouth. Normally, I would be surprised, shocked even, at Karrah's attitude; but her 'experiences' with them aren't what you would call the best. Her prejustice against sorcerers and witches go deep. Way deep. It wasn't always like this you know? Use to, we could have a normal conversation with one of their race; but now...... Now this happens. The only sorcerer Karrah will even be around or have a kind conversation with is Cameron, but we rarely see him since-

The ally. The fight. Karrah's scar. The images and scenes hit me so hard I could barely kept my emotions in check. I stiffened slightly and balled my fist while my breathing hitched. And why of course Karrah noticed. She knows me to much to not to. She turned her face toward me and her expression changed completely; to the normal one, the kind, loving one, and gave me a questioning look. I half smiled, symboling that I was fine. She was trying to hold back an eye roll.

"So your brother left with this friend of yours and never came back?" I said looking away from Karrah.

"That's what I said."

"Does your brother know any productive spells if they ever got in trouble?"

Simon shifted a little uncomfortable. His shoes became very interesting then.

"He's not a sorcerer," he mumbled.

"Dad slept with more than one chick, huh?" Karrah said. Here we go again.... It's like she can't control it.

"No," Simon gritted his teeth, "he's my foster brother."

"Sure. Is that what daddy told you?"

Simon's eyes flashed dangerously and he took a slight step toward her, fist clenched. Karrah just snickered.

Great, just what we need; another fight.

"Karrah!'' I whispered hastily. Always the peace maker. "Stop."

"What is your foster brother?" I asked after I gave my warning glare to Karrah. Simon relaxed slightly but then tensed up again. I guess because he realized what I asked him. He fidgeted and shifted his weight.

"He's a wermelhw," he grumbled.

"A what?" Even Karrah's sensetive ears couldn't pick up the word.

"A werewolf."

My jaw popped as it slightly dropped. Karrah gave out a baffled gasp. Well, wasn't expecting that...

"A-A werewolf?" Karrah sputtered, "How in hell did you get a werewolf foster brother?"

"It's complicated."

"I'll say. What did your dad do? Go to The Pack and still one of their pups?"

"No."

"This is more serious than I thought," I muttered half to myself, "A young werewolf lost. And in New York of all the places."

Karrah cursed, her expression getting sympathetic and kinda frustrated at the same time. "Has your father even told you two about The Pack?"

"Yeah, but they're only in Syracuse. Why would they matter. We're like two hours away from there."

"You honestly aren't telling me that you don't know."

"Know what?''

"The Pack aren't just in Syracuse anymore," I said, "They're in all of New York. State."

Simon's eyes widened, "B-But how?"

"They had some werewolf war or something like that about ten years ago." Karrah said waving her hands off. " But that's not important. What is important is what will happen if the pack gets a hold of your brother."

"Dad never- Wait. What will happen to Derek if they find him?"

"Let's just say it could go two ways. Either they'll let him go with a warning and let him be seen into about being a pack member or, well, last time they wound someone they ended up with a chain saw to the head."

"A chain saw?" The Tori girl said disbelievingly. "Oh, come on. Why would they kill their own kind?"

"Many reasons. It's their territory. They can do anything they want as long as it's not involved with the other supernatural races or messes up the balance of our world and the humans', " I stated.

"So what would happen to Chloe?" Simon said going paler.

"Chloe?," I said surprised. "Your friend is a girl?"

"Yeah. She's a necromancer," he said nodding his head quickly, still pale. "She has blond hair. Bright blue eyes. Really short." He used his hands for emphasis.

"Oh my," Karrah said and gripped something inside her pocket as she went pale- well paler- also.

I blinked. Did he-? Did he just describe the girl from the street?

"Does she own a necklace?" Karrah asked. "One like this?"

Karrah surprised me and pulled out a blueish-red pendant tied by a black ribbon and hung it by it's edges. It glittered as the truck's lights hit it, sending cascades of small rainbow dancing through the night air. Simon gasped and stared at it like it was an Olympic gold medal. Well, I must admit it, it was pretty amazing, with it's etched-in gold markings that could barely be seen only when the light hit it just right and it's weird color. Not blue but not red. Some purple in some places.

"W-where did you get that from?"

"So you do recognize it," Karrah stated and lowered the necklace.

"It's Chloe's," Simon murmured, staring at the necklace. He reached out for it and fingered the markings.

"Where did you find it?" He asked Karrah, finally taking his eyes off of it.

"On the side of the road in Baxter." She summarized.

He shook his head and closed his eyes, "Something terrible must've happen. Chloe would never lose this necklace. It's her ghost kryptomite." He looked at the necklace then back up again. "How did you get this?"

"I don't...."

"Just tell me," he said curtly. Karrah's eye brows knitted together in a stubborn scowl at his sudden attitude. He sighed. "Please?"

"Okay, well," Karrah took a breath as if saying, here goes nothing. "Dave and I were at this restaurant in Baxter-"

"Simon," Tori interrupted, "wasn't that where we were earlier?"

"I think so.... I wasn't really paying attention," he shook his head. Man, I never realized how ruff he looked. The shadows under his eyes shown brightly and his cloths held together carelessly; as if he just threw on the cloths, not even caring what they were. He better be lucky that they even matched. Well except for the bright green converses.

"Do you guys want to sit in the truck?"

"David!" Karrah whispered harshly so only I could hear.

"What?" I said just as harshly and quietly.

"What are you doing! You can't just invite random people into our truck!"

"Karrah. Really? Look at them. Not as sorcerers but as equal supernaturals. They need help. And as far as I can tell we are the only ones I see that can help them."

"So now you want to help someone in need."

"Karrah. If we help them we might be able to help the girl, Chloe, too."

"Sometimes Dave your a real pain in the ass."

"But yet you love me."

"Yeah I do. And heaven knows why."

My heart fluttered a little when she said that. She didn't deny it. Yeah sure it's a saying but still. She didn't.

But why would I care?

Her face glowed as she smiled and I knew why. I still love her. I laughed inwardly at myself. You would think after three years of being together on the run, living together, being each others only acquaintances; I would have told her by now.

Guess not.

"Yeah, c'mon. Hop on in," Karrah sighed and waved her hand toward the car. As if the silent conversation never happen.

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