Please. Don't kill me. I'm begging.

And Thorn, thanks for reviewing again, I appreciate that because I was having a tiny heart attack. x)

There is swearing in this chapter.

Thanks for reading!


Chapter Nine.

Alexander's POV.

Oh shit. Shit shit shit... Why didn't I just give them some money so they would leave him alone? I had to fucking... I'm doing so well at this keeping human thing. I wonder if he'll have forgotten by the time he wakes up... I really fucking hope he doesn't remember. I could just say I found him passed out in the alley, maybe he'll think that last part was just a dream and he had been unconscious because he whacked his head on the ground when he fell... Yeah, I'll go with that.

Many thoughts raced through my mind as I sat, head in hands, on the chair I'd pulled up next to Castiel, who was passed out on my bed. Shit. What the hell have I done?!

I heard a groan from in front of me. My head shot up, hands settled on the edge of the bed, watching in curiosity and slight fear as Castiel groaned and stretched out, stopping only when he went to move his right foot; and realised he couldn't, I'm guessing. That'll be the cast.

His eyes slowly inched open, staring at the ceiling with a somewhat panicked expression. Obviously realising he wasn't going to find anything interesting on the ceiling, he turned his head slowly in my direction;

And freaked out.

Eyes wide, he jerked, falling off the other side of the bed to me and scrambling for words. "What the hell- what?! Alex- What the fuck is going on?!" He exclaimed, shaking rising onto his knees and clutching the side of the bed, staring at me in disbelief.

I couldn't help the stutter in my voice. "N-no idea what y-you're talking about, Castiel" I said, going along with my plan, however lame it was.

"The hell you don't! What was that, Alexander?!" He exclaimed.

"I-I probably should've told you, but I hadn't really known you that long, and..." I trailed off. Castiel just stared at me, so I carried on. "My dad's family, they're all wolves. There was too much conflict in my pack, so I was sent here. I've been trying to stay as human as I could with the wolf gene, but I saw you with your leg bleeding that badly, and I just..." I finished, shrugging limply.

Castiel just stared at me for a moment. After about a minute, he pulled a face, drawing back and burying his face in his arms for a moment. He looked back up at me, clearly unsure of what to make of my words. "So what... you're a werewolf?".

I growled at him, exposing fangs. His eyes widened, but he didn't move.

"No. Werewolves can only take form when the moon is full... I prefer the term 'Shape shifter'" I shot him an annoyed look.

He blinked hard. "Okay, sorry, not a werewolf. Shape shifter. You can shift any time..." His stormy grey eyes were significantly calmer, if a little surprised. "Could you show me?" He asked, curiously.

I sighed. "Why not, you've already seen me once. My father would kill me".


Castiel's POV.

I grinned at her. I was shocked, sure. Actually, shocked was far by an understatement. But along with the shock, came the same curiosity as I'd had since the day I was born.

She got up, moving the chair to the side of the room and taking a step back from the bed.

She took a deep breath, stretching her arms behind her and rolling her shoulders. It happened almost too quick for me to comprehend. It was a very simple change; her mouth elongated first, and then her ears grew back and further up her head, before the clearest of fur started spouting all over her body, and there she was, on all four paws. A bloody massive, stark white wolf with her fiery orange eyes.

I laughed. "Well, I always was a dog person".