Alrighty another chappie! ENJOY!

Disclaimer: Brooke and I don't own WOMF! (As much as we'd like to...)

BROOKE

I opened my eyes to find dried blood on my shirt, pants, and skin. It crackled as I rolled on my side. The pain was like a distant memory. I felt fortunate.

Will's hand was in mine, I looked up and saw the dark circles etched out under his black irises. He smiled, but I got the sense it had taken a lot of work to put it there, to lift his cheekbones, to make himself convincing. He was wearing a mask, and it disturbed me.

"Don't lie," I said.

He sighed. "What did I lie about?"

"You're exhausted, and feeling like crap. Admit the truth, William." I laughed. "You need guidance."

"Why are you going all Yoda on me?"

"Because," I replied curtly. "You need me to be."

His shoulders sagged. "All right. So what?"

"So what?" I sat up, grimacing as a faint blaze of pain thrust through my ribs. "Ugh. Whatever. The point is, my dear boyfriend is confused. And with me and my wolf wisdom, I can provide answers."

"Well?" He threw up his hands. "All powerful wolf girlfriend, help me! I'm lost on the path of life. There, happy?"

"Very." I smiled triumphantly. "What's on your mind?"

"Well, you risked your life for mine, a psycho tree-hugger wolf is trying to kill me for some strange reason, and all that I seem to be good at in this predicament is strumming my guitar, singing, and kissing you. I'm a hopeless human. What can I do to help?"

I smacked him on the arm. "Shut your trap. You are good at stuff!"

Will rolled his eyes. "Uh-huh."

I swallowed hard. "You are the wolf pack's only link to any actual good humans. And Colin, too."

He sighed. "Well, Colin and I don't exactly…click. I'm like the sun, he's like the moon. I'm like fire, he's like water. We don't get along."

I punched him on the arm. "Seriously?"

"One-hundred percent serious."

I groaned. "Let's just…drop this. I'm hungry. Can I get some food?" I eyed him. "Because saving your life and running through forests really affect a girl's appetite."

He smiled at this. "We're at the pack house, so can I mooch some stuff from the fridge?"

"Sure. Brown won't mind."

Will went into the kitchen and returned with a defeated expression. "Everything has mold on it."

"Huh?" I frowned.

"Unless you want some baby-back ribs that tastes like your upper lip in the morning."

I laughed. "Well, get some takeout or something. Or some simple snack food."

"OK."

He dialed a number on his cell, and he ordered some Chinese. "They'll be at the door in a few minutes."

I peered hungrily out the window, flecked with flurries of snow. "Well, they'd better hurry." I gave him a mischievous look. "Otherwise I could eat a moose."

"You'd probably shift, catch one, and bring it back as a gift." He wrinkled his nose. "Raw moose. How…lovely."

A knock sounded on the door, and I raised an eyebrow. "The food can't be here that quick..." A boy with shaggy black hair and troubled blue eyes emerged from behind the door.

"Colin," Will said flatly. "Hey, dude."

I gasped. "Colin!"

"Brooke, I assume," Colin said to Will like I didn't exist.

"Uh-huh." Will's expression was wary, cautious almost, like he didn't trust Colin in the slightest.

Colin turned to me, his actions formal. "Hello. I'm Colin Cohen." He extended a hand to me.

"Brooke Waters," I replied, shaking his slender hand. "Good to meet you." I grinned at him. "I understand you know Kylie?"

His pale cheeks flushed a bright red. "Yeah, I know her."

I turned to Will. "Speaking of Kylie, where is she?"

"She's gone. I don't know where she went."

I rubbed my temples, a foggy memory rising out of the depths of my half-conscious mind. "I remember something she told me…"

Colin and Will peered at me expectantly, Colin's intense blue eyes widening as he took in the dried blood staining my shirt and skin.

I swallowed hard.

"I...I know what she said," I whispered. Horror pulsed through me.

"What?" Will took my hand, his warm fingers lacing through mine.

"Oh, my God," I said softly. "Kylie…she told Mickey to stop the humans from cutting down the trees in the forest."

Will said a bunch of colorful words I didn't like to think about and groaned. "So she unleashed this crazed murderer on me?"

"I don't know." I pressed my face into my hands. "Holy freaking…"

Then, the doorbell rang, and I opened it to see an awkward takeout teen. "Tai Lang Chinese!" His gaze fell on me, and he gaped.

Will appeared beside me. "Scram, kid. But leave the food." He shoved two ten- dollar bills into his hand and snatched up the takeout boxes.

I jumped back as the cold air bit into me, shuddering.

Will slammed the door, and I turned to Colin. "Care for orange chicken?"

WILL

Minutes later, we were all shoveling Chinese food of our choice into our mouths.

Brooke chewed her vegetable lo-mein, chopsticks perched artistically in her fingers.

Colin was picking at his chicken-fried rice, and I resisted the urge to scream at him to leave.

I swallowed some beef and grimaced. "So…has Kylie…."

We all knew the question though: Has Kylie betrayed us?

Man, that's what we're ALL thinking... Anyways, stay tuned for more!