A/N: Mkay, so, this is the farthest I've gotten in this story as of today. (: I hope you all like it so far, and maybe give me a review:D It would be much appreciated, I do love good constructive criticism. School starts for me in two days, so I might have the next chapter up by this weekend. Hopefully.

And by the way, if anyone needs to read the first book to understand some of this, please ask me. I'm not going to post it just yet, because I'm planning on revising it a bit...okay, a LOT. But if you really want to read what I have, just PM me and I'll give it to you! Thanks for reading:))

Chapter 28: Well Enough Alone

[[Two Days Later.

Skye sat by Greg on the muddy ground, lost in thought. They had found each other only a few hours ago. Since then, neither of them had spoken; Greg knew when he wasn't permitted to ask questions. The fact that Skye occasionally made herself invisible beside him tipped him off. It was only after sharing a large Slim Jim that she offered an explanation.

"They found out." She whispered bluntly, staring into the small fire they had built.

Greg paused in his chewing; he'd known it would eventually come to this, but he hadn't thought it would be this soon.

"What did they do?" He asked quietly, searching her face, he didn't want her to lie to him.

"I…they drove me out." Her face contorted in an odd way, she was leaving something out. She bent forward to poke the fire, trying to decide on whether she should continue. It was then that he noticed the bruising around her neck.

Something white-hot started to burn inside of him, right above his stomach. His lungs began to constrict, his breathing becoming shallow and quick in consequence. Skye glanced at him as she heard his change in breathing. His eyes were wild, filled with pure hate as he stared at her collarbone.

"Greg…? Are you okay?" she asked cautiously, backing away a little.

"Who. Did. That. To. You?" Greg choked out, involuntarily growing his Eraser claws and canines. Skye put a hand over her bruises, trying to shield them from his wild gaze. Doing this, however, seemed to anger him further. Fur started to sprout in tufts from his pores; he was losing control. Realizing this, he bent over, shutting his eyes and holding his head. Greg forced the murderous thoughts back as far as he could, but apparently not far enough. He heard Skye stand and back away slowly,

"I'm okay, Greg…I swear. Calm down…please…" she said quietly, struggling to keep the fear from her eyes and voice.

At the sound of her pleading, he remembered the bruising on her neck.

'someone tried to hurt her…someone in the Flock…they must pay…' whispered a part of him, the animal inside.

He couldn't hold back the mental tide of thought back any longer. A growl erupted from his throat as he fell to all fours. The change was coming. He emitted another snarl, but it took Skye a second to realize he had spoken.

"Tell me who hurt you! They'll DIE."

Greg's joints popped and shifted, his muscle expanded as his bones rearranged themselves. The change was swift and fluid, a thing of beauty, Skye thought.

If the thing wasn't about to attack her.

Greg wasn't like the Erasers Skye had seen before. He was more wolf than human when changed. However, he didn't look like a regular wolf. He was larger, with bigger paws and uneven legs. His forepaws were set on longer, more muscled legs than an average wolf, and his hind legs were a couple inches shorter. His head was bigger, with a shorter snout and smaller ears. His eyes were exactly like his human ones, except more golden. Muscles rippled across his back, everywhere was clean cut and lean, the body of a predator. His ungainly appearance was off-set by his fur color, however. He was a dark grey mostly, mottled with chocolate brown. The tip of his tail was a shocking blonde, much like the tips of his spikes.

Skye trembled with fear as she stared into his golden eyes, despite their shape, they looked anything but human at this moment.

The bared canines dripping with saliva didn't help.

She couldn't help it, she started to cry. She cried with large, gasping sobs that made her face splotchy and her nose run horribly.

Greg stood stock still with shock. It was at this moment that his humanity took over again.

He changed back into his human form. This time was painful for some reason, as if changing in the first place had been against his will.

But of course it had been his will, he always had control over when he would change.

Right?

He stood, hair matted with sweat and his whole body slick with it. He was breathing heavily, as if he had run miles and miles at his fastest lope.

Despite the fact that he was the cause of her tears, he grabbed Skye, and held her against him. She struggled, yelping with fear. He didn't let go, only held her tighter.

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry…oh God Skye, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened…" he whispered over and over in her ear. She stopped resisting at this, but kept crying, her cheek warm against his bare chest.

After awhile, she decided she had had enough. Skye forced her sobs to sniffles, and let go of his shoulders. She was about to place her hands by her sides, but decided against it not a moment too soon. Skye struggled not to look down as she pulled away from Greg slightly, clearing her throat.

"Uhm…are you going to put any clothes on? You're kind of…nude…" she said quietly. Greg's cheeks reddened slightly as he remembered the downside of morphing in full clothing.

What a mess.