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Chapter 1

Run. The command struck a chord in me. I didn't want to listen, but I did anyway. My instincts kicked in, and it was all I could do. I wanted to turn back, but I couldn't. Pain filled me as I felt our bond break. He's gone.

I dropped down to my knees and let out a loud snarl. I knew it was going to happen. I saw his deep red eyes start to fade. I saw the blood drip down his chest. My side was marked with a similar stain. The difference though was I was still alive. I shouldn't be. The shot was meant for me.

He had stepped in the last minute. He took the blow. He took my sins.

Run. It was all he said. I tried to go to him. His eyes glowed brighter and he growled. Run. Then the brightness of his eyes faded into a dim whisper. All I could do was comply with his wishes.

Hearing fast approaching footsteps I got back up from my knees and started running again. For him.

I was weak. My wound still seeped out from my shirt as one of my hands clutched it. I didn't have time to heal. At some point I could hear the footsteps fade, before they were gone altogether. I didn't stop though. I ran for days. I was in too much pain to count how many times the sky brightened and faded.

The memories of all my mistakes played like a broken record in my head. I hated myself worse then the red headed witch that took everything away from me. I hated myself more than him. I hated myself because of him. The rage started to wash out the pain and it was my only motivation to keep moving.

It was right then and there that I vowed to myself I would make things right. I didn't know how, or even if I could, but I damn sure would die trying.

At some point I finally stopped carrying my feet across the earth. I could tell I was no longer in Washington. The forestry wasn't as thick and green. The temperature had also risen. I felt my body finally take a toll on me. I was sleep deprived and had nothing to eat or drink on my journey. Plus my body still hadn't healed.

I saw a figure up ahead. Maybe this is how I could pay my dues to the world. Letting the earth harness my death. I didn't get up and run. Fate could finally take what it always wanted.

As I watched the figure approach I didn't know if the familiarity of them was a blessing or a curse.

My body morphed back into its original state as their face finally came into view in the soft moonlight.

"Bella," he questioned softly. The shock that stained his face was no surprise. I tried to imagine walking in on my cousin lying against a tree on the forest floor with blood soaking up their side. It didn't help that he just witnessed abnormalities in my frame before they disappeared in a matter of seconds.

"Hi Scott," I forced out weakley with a small smile gracing my face. It was the last thing I could do before I passed out.

I woke up with fluorescent lights shining in my eyes. I closed them on the impact of the assault. Sitting up I realised I was on some sort of metal table. Hearing a soft snore I looked over to see my cousin slumped in a chair.

"Ah you're awake," I heard a deep voice say. I looked over to the doorway to see an older man standing there with a soft smile on his face. He was bald and stood about 5'9. His face was very angular and sharp, but he seemed to give off a calming presence.

I scooted back on the table in caution. "Who are you, and where am I?" I asked on edge. I took the time to really look around. I was in some sort of veterinarian clinic. I would have laughed at the irony if I wasn't so confused.

The man raised his hands and approached me slowly. "I promise I mean no harm, I'm Dr. Deaton, Scott's boss. He brought you here for me to heal you. You were pretty banged up." He motioned to my side and I looked down. It had fully healed and had a bandage around it.

Looking back at my cousin, I let my guard down a little. If Scott trusted him, I knew I could too.

"Thank you," I said sincerely. Though the man didn't have to as it would have healed on it's own the moment I regained consciousness and gave myself the time, I was still grateful for the gesture.

"You're quite welcome, but can you tell me what happened."

I shook my head. "You wouldn't believe me."

He smiled again. "Try me. Scott told me when he found you, you weren't quite human." My head shot up, my guard rising. "You don't have to worry, your cousin seems to harbor similar traits, but I'll let him explain that to you. You can tell me, I know all about the supernatural, hence why he brought you here," Deaton exclaimed nodding towards Scott. I was confused. Scotts not human?

I didn't give him an answer choosing to instead turn to my sleeping cousin and softly shake him awake. He woke up startled before looking at me. He looked confused at first before reality seemed to dawn on him. Once he finally got his bearing he wrapped me in his strong embrace.

"Bella," he breathed out. "Bella," he said louder, pulling away from me. "You're supposed to be dead. Oh god I thought you were dead." He pulled me back into his arms.

I wrapped my arms around him holding him to me tighter. "I know," I whispered.

"What happened to you? How are you alive? What are you?" His questions came out rapidly as he let me go. I breathed out knowing I owed him answers but was hoping to get some in return.

"It's a long story, and I will tell you, but what exactly are you, because your boss says you aren't exactly human yourself."

He nodded looking over at his boss who still stood by the door watching our reunion. "He's right I'm not. I'm what most would refer to as a werewolf."

Werewolf. Images of bright red eyes flashed back into my thoughts reminding me why I was here. A soft whine left my throat.

"Bella, Bella are you ok. I know it's hard to believe but I mean you're not exactly human yourself," Scott said, a worried expression on his face.

"I know. You're just not the first werewolf I've met. That's actually the reason I'm here," I said softly, my eyes prickling with tears. I shook my head fighting them off. "So are you a werewolf as well," I asked Deaton. I didn't sense that he was, but I knew some people's scents can be different.

He laughed softly at my question. "No, I'm just a vet."

I nodded not detecting a lie but knowing I wasn't given a completely true answer. I ignored it though and decided to instead look back over at my cousin who looked lost in his thoughts.

He finally came out of it as he turned a questioning gaze to me. "You never answered my questions," he stated.

I nodded knowing I couldn't keep it from him. "I can't give you my story at the moment, but I will eventually, I promise. I can tell you what I am though. I'm what's called a catamount," I stated, watching the facial expressions of both men. Scott looked confused like he had no idea what I was talking about, but Deaton didn't seem to have the same issue as recognition flashed upon his features.

"Amazing," the doctor stated, awe written on his face. "I haven't come across one in all my years."

Scott looked even more confused before he finally asked the burning question. "What is a catamount?"

It was Deaton that answered him. "A catamount is much like a werewolf in the form of being a shapeshifter, but instead of turning into a wolf, a catamount will turn into a mountain lion." I nodded confirming the doctor's words. He went on into further explanation. "Catamounts are excellent climbers. They take their advantage points in treetops and other things above ground. A catamount is also a seductress, using their appeal to their advantage. This is why most are female. They are usually solitary creatures, as they don't get along well with others, especially wolves. They differ from wolves, not only in appearance, but they aren't as strong, and their sense of smell isn't as keen. Though they have better eyesight, and tend to be faster. Wolves though can run for a longer amount of time." I was amazed about the amount of information he knew. Most people didn't even know we existed, much less all about us. I nodded though agreeing with everything he said. Though it confirmed my suspicions that indeed he was not just a vet.

Scott took in all the information before looking up at me. "Wait you're a seductress. I would like to see that. You couldn't flirt to save your life when we were younger."

I was surprised that's all he had to say before getting slightly offended, "Hey I was 10, and do you really want to watch me seduce a guy?"

"You still sucked," he fired back before he grimaced, "Actually no, no I wouldn't. "

I laughed at the look on his face before replying, "It was just Stiles, it's not like he would know I was flirting with him even if I told him."

"Well he sure found out you liked him when you kissed him."

"Well he rejected me anyway, the guy was obsessed with Lydia Martin. I remember he was so mad, he wanted Lydia as his first kiss." I smiled fondly at the memory of my first crush. "How is he anyways?"

"Stiles is good. He's still obsessed with Lydia. He was scared when he found out you were here. He thought you were going to mac on him again."

"I did not mac on him!"

"Sure," Scott replied sarcastically. "Actually I need to tell him to pick us up as I doubt you wanna ride on my bike, and my mom is at work."

"You ride a bike? Does Stiles know about you, and what are we gonna tell aunt Melissa?"

"A dirt bike. Yes Stiles knows, and we tell her the truth. She also knows about me."

"Your mom knows, and she's ok with it. How did that even happen," I asked surprised.

"She saw me shift one day. It's a long story. She had trouble at first, but she eventually accepted it."

I nodded as Scott went and texted Stiles. It seemed the doctor had left to give us some privacy during our conversation. I hopped up off the table and stretched out my joints.

Once Scott was done we walked out to wait outside. I told the doctor thank you one last time before leaving.

Finally an old beat up jeep pulled into the parking lot after a couple minutes. A boy Scotts age climbed out. I recognised him as Stiles. He hadn't changed much except for a growth spurt. As he got out he looked to Scott and then to me. His eyes raked over me before he whistled.

"Who's the babe, I thought we were picking up your cousin," Stiles asked confused, still staring at me.

A blush colored my cheeks, never getting rid of the embarrassing habit.

Scott answered before I could say anything. "This is my cousin you asshole. Now stop staring and get us home."

"Nu uh. That's not Bella. She's hot, not some 4'5 little girl with cooties."

Now that offended me. I never had cooties! "Well excuse me you're not exactly a 4'7 little boy with a pooping problem."

"I didn't have a pooping problem!"

"I didn't have cooties, and yes you did, I remembered the time you pooped yourself."

"Hey! That was only once and I had diarrhea!"

"So you admit you had a pooping problem."

"Wha- I no!"

"Guys," Scott yelled, breaking our argument. We both looked over at him. "You both had your issues now can we go home."

"I guess," Stiles said looking over at me and stuck his tongue out. I stuck mine right back at him.

Scott joined Stiles upfront as I climbed into the back. After about 2 minutes of silence I leaned my head between the two and looked over at Stiles. "So you think I'm hot huh."

A/N- I wanted to give you guys another chapter before my exams start next week. Thank you everyone who took the time to read this and a major thanks to those that reviewed. Reviews are better then Stiles thinking you're hot. Until next time loves.