In his place stood a giant wolf, as large as a horse. But that wasn't what shocked me. What caused my heart to stop, and my body to freeze, was that I had seen the wolf before. I had spent time with this wolf when I first moved here. He looked at me, his eyes still the same, searching my face for a sign of fear, but I knew he wasn't going to find one. I ignored his warning, since he had already phased, and stepped forward, hand outstretched.

He didn't back away, or growl at me, not that I expected him too. Instead, he lowered himself on the ground as I ran my hand through his thick soft mane. He let me pet him for a minute, before shifting back slightly, and with another tremor, was kneeling down in front of me in the same position he was before.

"Andy?"

"Yeah?" I replied, not taking my eyes off the back of his head that I had just been stroking only moments before.

"Do you mind going back to the truck and killing the lights so that I can get dressed?"

I blushed and turned around before he could see and did as he could ask. He got his clothes on quicker than he had taken them off, and caused me to jump when he tapped on the window for me to unlock the doors.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't."

"Really? I know this is a lot to take in, and I'd understand if you'd want me to leave you alone from now on."

I was horrified, "What? Jake no! I don't want that at all."

"Then why were you crying earlier?"

"It was because I was scared,"

"I knew it."

"But not because of what you think."

"Then what?"

"I thought it was you that were going to tell me you didn't want to hang out with me, or see me anymore."

"I could never say that to you Andy, come here." He motioned for me to slid closer to him. I did, hesitantly. I wasn't exactly sure what he was expecting. He gently wrapped his arm around my shoulder and held me close to him so that my head was resting on his chest. "I would never say anything to hurt you, in any way." I nodded again, lost in the warmth of his embrace to really remember what I was thinking earlier.

My mother and I lived the lifestyle of a higher breed of a gypsy. The one rule I always found comfort in was not getting close to people. I liked to have hope that maybe this time we would stay here for the remainder of my high school career, but who was I kidding? I knew what he was capable of. And I knew that he was going to find me. So the one thing I really had to decide, was if I was going to let him take away the little amount of time I got to spend with someone who seemed to genuinely care about me.