Sam couldn't breath, she couldn't move. He was back, he was standing a few yards away from them and he was alive.

But it wasn't him. Danny has black hair and blue eyes, but the person in front of them had white hair and green eyes that glowed brightly enough to see from across the graveyard. He was smiling.

He tilted his head, still smiling.

"I think you two should go home now."

Sam blacked out.

Sam woke up in her bedroom. Her curtains were closed but light still shone through, filling the room with a dim light. Her alarm clock was blaring loudly.

Sam groaned, rolled over, and slammed her hand on the clock, turning it off. She slid out of bed, tugging groggily at her black pajamas.

Then everything from the night before came back to her.

Sam frantically swung her head back and forth, her eyes taking in her bedroom and and the clear lack of Danny within it.

Sam sighed, pushing her memory of last night to the back of her mind. She needed to shower and get to school. She will save her emotional breakdown until after school. Slipping into the shower her mind replayed the night before over and over again in her head. She stood silently, unmoving, in the shower as the water poured over her. She sighed and forced herself to move, scrubbing shampoo into her hair then rinsing the suds out.

She stepped out of the shower, scrubbing herself with a towel then moved to dress herself. She pulled on green fishnet patterned tights under a dark purple skirt. She pulled a purple shoulderless dark purple crop top with a violet skull printed on it. Around her neck she put a choker necklace with a gold crux ansata pendant hanging from it. She applied green lipstick and black eyeliner. Sam stood in front of the long mirror hanging from her closet door, taking a long look at her reflection.

She breathed.

Going to school was easier than Sam expected. The first half of the day went by like a blur, her head swirling with numbers and history trivia. At lunch, she grabbed her bag lunch and moved to her usual table on autopilot. Tucker had gotten there first.

Sam stopped in front of the table, not sitting down. She stared at Tucker. He looked at her boredly.

"Are you going to sit down or not?" He asked flatly.

Sam sat down silently. She opened her bagged lunch and pulled out her veggie sandwich. She munched on it quietly. Tucker went back to eating his sloppy joe.

"So about last night…."

Tucker dropped his sandwich, giving Sam a look of exasperation.

Sam slouched down in her seat, looking down. "I'm starting to think it was a bad idea," said Sam, mumbling.

"Damn, Sam! What gave you that idea?"

Sam bit her lip. "I'm going back to the book, it can tell me what I did wrong, why he looked like that, how to fix it, I-"

"Sam stop," said Tucker. "I'm still processing the fact ghosts even exist, much less that my friend is one. Heck, I'm still processing the fact that Danny died in the first place. For once in your life, can you not make a mountain out of a molehill?"

Sam slid down in her seat, her face red, biting into her sandwich. She was afraid of this. She and Tucker were sliding farther and farther apart, and Sam feared her stunt might have been the final straw.

"It all started with that fucking book, the one you got from that ring leader." Tucker muttered. Sam looked up.

"Halloween was last week, I completely forgot about it. Maybe if you had done your freaky spell then it would have worked," said Tucker.

"Hiiii guyssss!"

The sound of fake peppiness and a sneer interrupted Tucker. Paulina had walked up to their table, a forced, almost mocking smile plastered on Paulina's face. Tucker and Sam's heads swung to shoot identical looks of irritation at the popular girl.

Paulina ignored their glares and promptly sat down next to Sam, much too close for comfort. She placed her books next to Sam's tray, the top one being on the history of werewolves in mythology. That took Tucker by surprise, but Sam just sighed at the sight of the familiar books.

"Now Sam," said Paulina, "we agreed that we were doing our project on urban legends and the supernatural, you know, the only interest we share? I was under the impression we were working on the project together. I've been trying to be as nice about this as possible because of all the….personal problems you have been dealing with, but I'm not doing this project alone. Our research paper is due in two weeks, I've already done my half of the paper, and even a little bit more, and I think it's only fair you do the rest."

Sam gave Paulina a blank stare. She then picked up the book on werewolves and put it in her backpack. She turned back to Paulina with an expectant expression. Sam wanted Paulina to leave as soon as possible.

Paulina smiled at Sam. "So what are you two up to?"

"I summoned Danny's ghost from beyond the grave last night and now he might be haunting us," Sam said in a completely serious tone. She didn't know why she was telling Paulina that.

Paulina wore an uncomfortable smile. "Good for you." she said. She then got up and skipped away from the table, content to ignore Sam's unusual statement.

Tucker and Sam spent the rest of lunch quietly eating their food. Tucker was on his phone, Sam started reading the books Paulina gave her.

The rest of the day was uneventful.

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Tucker let himself slip into wolf form.

Tucker's wolf form looked more like a dog than a wolf. A big brown mutt, perhaps a mix between a german shepard and a sheep dog with a hint of pitbull. It was easier to walk the city and suburban streets if he looked like a dog, a wolf would attract much more attention, but Tucker still wished at times he could turn himself into a real wolf, mostly due to the coolness factor.

Closing the door behind him with his shoulders, the large dog walked purposely down the steps and off on his walk.

He had remembered to wear the collar, with a name tag that told any human that caught him that his name was Tuck, and he was a good dog. Tucker didn't like wearing the collar, but it was better than getting sent to the pound. The last thing anyone needed was a werewolf in the hands of the dog catchers.

Tucker's mom, Angela, had been pestering his dad about moving back to the country more since Danny's death. Angela felt that it would be good for Tucker to be in the country, around other wolves where the woods were large and he was free to run. Angela and Maurice had both grown up in a wolf colony in Minnesota, but Tucker felt he was doing just fine in the urban neighborhood. moving was the last thing he wanted to do.

Tucker made his way down the street, thinking about That Night. The image of the white haired-green eyed boy they saw in the graveyard still haunted him. Heh, haunted.

The last thing Tucker remembered before waking up in his bedroom tucked into bed wearing his softest pajamas, was Danny telling him to go home. But Tucker didn't want to go home, he wanted answers, he wanted Danny to come back.

Danny was back, but Tucker didn't know where to find him. He sniffed the air, a part of him hoping to catch his scent, but no luck.

Tucker made his way in the direction of Sam's house.

Sam was sitting on the steps of her home, not wanting to go inside. It was an unusually warm night for november, Sam was wearing a plain purple shirt under a black denim jacket, with purple fishnet-patterned tights under denim shorts, finished off with her iconic black combat boots. For someone who claimed to not care about fashion, Tucker thought she looked very fashionable.

Sam had the book on werewolves Paulina gave her open on her lap, her school bag next to her. Tucker found that rather ironic. Sam looked up as Tucker walked towards her, smiling at what she thought was a normal dog. Sam held out her hand.

"Hey puppy, are you lost?" Sam pet the dog's head, smiling. Tucker grinned a doggy grin.

"I'm fine Sam, but I appreciate the thought." said Tucker. Sam jerked her hand back, shocked. Tucker barked a laugh, amused at Sam's confusion.

"What the fuck?"

"Hi Sam." Tucker replied. "It's me, Tucker."

"What the fuck?"

"Ah, come on Sam, you summoned your dead friend's ghost last night. Don't tell me werewolves is where you draw the line."

Sam put the book she was reading down next to her bag. She stood up, eyes wide in shock and confusion.

"You're a fucking werewolf and you didn't believe me when I said I could bring Danny back. You are a fucking werewolf and you don't believe in ghosts?"

"I didn't believe in ghosts, but I do now, bit of a difference." Tucker sat down on the sidewalk, yawning. "And there is a big difference between werewolves and ghosts, like, werewolves are far more believable than summoning dead people. People turning into wolves is more realistic than life after death."

"How long have you been a werewolf?" Sam asked

"What?"

"How long?"

"My entire life?" Tucker shrugged casually. "Most werewolves these days are from multiple generations. Not a lot of wolves attacking people, the packs keep everyone in line and teach newly turned wolves to control themselves. Born wolves like me tend to have better control naturally, I'm completely in control of my wolf form."

Sam sat back down on the steps, eyes still wide.

"Why didn't you ever tell us before? Wait, does Danny know?" Sam asked "Did... did he know?" she corrected herself.

"Nope," Tucker replied. "Never told him. Just as you never told us your family was rich for years. Like, the first time I even stepped foot in your house was less than a year ago, and we've known each other since elementary school. We've all been keeping secrets from each other."

"God, this is so fucking weird."

"Anyways…" continued Tucker, "We need to talk about the whole deal with Danny being back. You have any ideas for what we do now?"

"Can you change back into human form?" Sam asked "Wait, you're not wearing clothes…"

"Yeah, nobody wants that."

Sam laughed for the first time in a weeks.