Evan's POV

I stared at the strange creature in front of me, claiming his name was Anubis. Anubis? I thought, my brain somehow still working. Isn't that the Egyptian God of Death? It- no, he- seemed to be grinning. I realized he had kept his end of the deal, and now I had to keep mine.

"I-I'm Evan." I stuttered, then cursed myself yet again. Why do I keep doing that? I thought, glaring inwardly, even though I was almost frozen on the outside. I had to deal with Sarabeth! I should be able to go without stuttering in front of a… a werewolf! I was still incredulous to the whole werewolf thing. I still thought he was a demon, like what Sarabeth might summon. It was then I realized he was speaking again.

"So, what's a kid like you doing, wandering around this late?" I shuddered at the horrible voice, that sounded like he had been gargling rusty nails and hydrochloric acid for a few hours. I knew this thing had to be evil; nothing looks and sounds like that without SOME evil in them. However, he did seem concerned. I decided I should give him an answer.

"I had to go home late because I… was avoiding a classmate." There, that was some truth. After all, I was avoiding Conan.

"Hm. Bully problems?" he said, sounding smug. Darn. Was this guy telepathic, or just perceptive?

"Uh… yeah, I guess." I said, backing up a bit. I remembered the insane thing I had done earlier: get into his face. He backed off a bit, but I must have gone temporarily crazy, to enter a monster's personal space like that. I was jerked out of my thoughts by a sudden lump under me. I didn't know what it was, and it was bothering me, so I reached under, and… Yes! It was Monster Blood! I had forgotten that I had it in my pocket! As I messed with it, to see if I could open it without the werewolf noticing, I realized he was talking again.

"Well, I suggest getting home now. I mean, if I'M here, what else do you think is out in these spooky woods?" he said, a smile on his face. However, I realized it wasn't smug anymore. It almost seemed… kind. I eased the monster blood back into my pocket, realizing I didn't have to bother with it. Anubis seemed like a nice enough guy, for a werewolf. And, actually, aren't werewolves supposed to only be monstrous looking on the full moon? Did that mean he looked like a normal guy any other time? It was then I noticed his hand out to me.

"Huh?" I said blankly. What was his paw doing right under my nose?

He grinned again, suddenly very happy looking. "I said, I can take you home. Surely you don't want to walk home in this?" he said, gesturing around him. I blushed as I realized I had gotten lost in my thoughts. I looked up, to see what he was talking about, and realized it was raining. Hard. A flash of lightning revealed why I wasn't getting wet: he was leaning over me, and despite the fact that he had a slim frame, he was still a werewolf; he was huge. Combined with the fact that I was really tiny, he blocked the rain quite nicely. I was startled out of my thoughts again when a clap of thunder rang out, catching up with the lightning.

I realized that I really didn't want to be out in this, so I took his hand. That was a mistake. I was jerked up as he pulled on my hand, then slammed against his chest. I had the wind knocked out of me by this, so I couldn't call out before he held me, bridal style, and ran.

By run, I mean he was going almost 50 MPH! I almost couldn't take the wind pressure, nearly passing out. However, he slowed down a bit, suddenly shouting, in that horrible voice of his, "So, where do you live?"

I realized we were on the road my home was on now. I looked around at the houses passing us by, and shouted back, "At the end of this road!" I didn't know why I trusted him, but I did. At the time, I didn't realize that I was somehow sensing that he was still human, on the inside.

Grady's POV

As I ran along, looking for where the street ended, I wondered why he trusted me now. Oh well, I thought, sparing a glance at Evan, it doesn't really matter. I was glad he wasn't just out in the forest, in the rain anymore. I didn't understand why I wanted to help him; I just did. It was the same with talking to him. Even Cassie didn't know that I was a werewolf, and would probably kill me in my sleep if she found out I was. So why?

AN: Hi again. I know I said that this would be more of a weekly basis on updates, but I think 4 days is enough for now, especially on my first story. Plus, I think I have enough buffer on this. :) Another chapter in another week!