So… it's been a while… I'M SORRY! Okay, I have been busy as hell this week! I had my results back for my exams, I've had a lot of family drama, and most of all I've had a serious case of writers block! I have written this chapter about three times over, and I've been horrified by all of them to the point that I wanna scratch my eyeballs out. Therefore, this chapter probably won't be long, because I just want to get it over with and move on, so I'm sorry in advance!

I sat, perched against the wall, consumed by the darkness that surrounded me. That's what it felt like, at that moment. Like I was just another part of the nothingness. That I'm worthless; pathetic... Useless.

I buried my head in my knees, smudging any tears that threatened to spill on my torn jeans. Through the gap in my legs I saw my hands; covered in blood. His blood. Is that who I am now? A supernatural version of him? I don't know who I am anymore. Maybe I'm just the dead kid. Yeah, that sounds about right. The kid who was so mistreated by his parents that they just assumed he was dead, and moved on with their lives as if nothing had ever happened. That's me.

Somewhere within my numb surroundings, people had begun charging out the door, taking there disappointed children home. No one noticed me, thankfully, as the shadows managed to conceal my figure. I just let everything around me take place, I didn't want to move. I didn't want to do anything. It's times like this where I wish I could still get drunk, so that I could just mope and feel like shit for a while. That would be good.

"Tyler," Something suddenly whispered to the side of me, nearly giving me a heart attack. I looked around, but nothing was there. Slowly, I rose to my feet, hoping that none of the fleeing parents would spot me. Nobody did.

I moved cautiously to the side of the building, coming to a halt as I finally reached the corner. Taking a deep breath, and preparing myself for incoming danger, I peeked my head around the corner. Still nothing. I took a final look back at the main doors, and decided to go round the corner, following the edge of the building closely. It was at that moment that I heard a rustling from behind, and turned quickly ready to defend myself. I reached out to grab at the arm of the assailant, but they overpowered me in an instant, throwing me back against the wall.

"Hey! Stop!" He shouted as I snarled, viciously trying to escape. I only just took in who he was. I stopped squirming, stopped growling, and withdrew my wolf-like features, just as he did.

"Uncle John?" I asked reluctantly as he released me, taking several deep breaths to calm my raging heartbeat. Then it hit me… He was stronger than me; than a wolf. I took a moment to get the words out, "wait, so you're-?"

He cut me off before I could finish my sentence, answering with a short, and stern, "Yes." I guess it does run in the family.

So many questions filled my mind in that moment. The last time I'd seen my uncle was probably 5 years ago, then he left town for good, never to be heard of again. Now I know why. But the biggest question remained, why is he here now? Once again, he jumped in before I could utter a word.

"I have to be quick. I don't have a lot of time before they realise where I am." He spoke quickly, and meaningfully, so I stayed quiet, allowing him to say what he needed to say. "What the hell are you doing back in Chicago?" He almost spat at me, trying desperately not to raise his voice with anger.

He confused me, and in that moment, with everything that had happened just now, no words came to mind. I was speechless.

"God damn it boy, they're going to find you!" He grabbed me by the shoulders, attempting to shake some life into me.

"Who? Who's coming? Who's going to find you? Who's going to find me?" I was attempting to stay calm, but it really wasn't working. When someone you haven't seen in over five years comes back, clearly concerned for your life, you should probably be worried.

"The alphas! The pack of alpha's!" He was aggressive in the way he spoke, unlike his brother who was more aggressive in his actions.

"But they're after me? How are they going to know that you're here?" I asked curiously, raising my hands to brush his own off of my shoulders. He took a step back, sighing, clearly frustrated at my question, and instead of answering with words, he rose his head, his eyes shining the same colour as Scott's. Alpha red.

I couldn't help but feel my jaw drop open in revelation, and I concluded my own question. "Because you're one of them. Oh my god." I struggled for air as I thought back to my aunt Jenny. She had died mysteriously on a camping trip, around six years ago. By something that they'd thought to be… A mountain lion. I suddenly grew defensive. "You're a killer!" I shouted at him, feeling betrayed by my own flesh and blood.

He looked taken aback by my response, slightly shocked, but then, a look of shame. "I did what I had to do. I'm not proud of it." He barely muttered the words, clearly pained by the memories.

"You're not proud of it!? You killed her! You're a part of a blood crazy pack that do nothing but kill!" My throat grew dry as I practically screamed each point at him, until my voice finally grew silent at another realisation. "And now you're going to kill me." He stared at the floor, unable to return my gaze, until finally a look of determination hit him.

"No," He said, moving closer to me, "They don't know where you are. You can still get out of here before it's too late." We shared an uncomfortable stare, as I pondered whether or not to believe him. His pain filled eyes told me that he was a man who didn't want to see any more bloodshed, but then again, he's been with this pack for over half a decade. Maybe he's just become so numb to it all that he's lost somewhere between pain, and desire.

"I have to take Rebekah." I mumbled, wanting anything but to continue this conversation. "She's… One of us."

He walked backwards again, and began pacing. "I know. She's been showing signs of aggression for some time now." Wait… He's been watching her?

"How the hell do you know?" I asked, growing bitter all over again.

"Tyler, calm down," the irony, "She's blood. Just like you. Family is important to me." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. Here, before me, stands a man who claims family is important, yet runs with a pack of wolves that wants my head on a platter!

By that point I'd had enough, and I started walking past him, nearing the corner where I'd turn back to the main doors. "Tyler, wait!" He shouted from behind. I paused, but didn't turn, unsure of whether I wanted to waste anymore of my time on such a traitor.

Slowly, I turned, and he extended a hand towards me. "Give me your phone." I looked at him, bemused. How about no?

His look was persistent, and extremely serious, so with a huff I handed it over. He took it quickly, taking a moment to take in the screen saver. "Pretty girl." He cooed, a hint of a mischievous grin on his face, which made me feel sick. He hit a few numbers in on the keypad and soon enough he handed it back. "Don't call me. I'll call you."

I turned again, "One more thing." I stopped, this time refusing to turn and face him. "Don't make the same mistake as I did. You can't beat him. Your only option is to run, and hide." As soon as he finished his sentence, I heard more rustling, and footsteps, and when I looked back, he was gone.

So I returned to my current objective. Get Malia. Get Rebekah. Get the hell outta this city.

A/N: I have finally done it… And I'm semi-happy with it, so let's go! Hope this clears some things up plot-wise, and I'm so sorry for the wait! I promise I won't do that again, but as I said before I've been super busy, and had laptop issues which doesn't help. (I'm hopefully getting a new one next week, fingers crossed!)

Hope you enjoyed, please remember to fave/follow/review, and if you already have then thanks a bunch!

~Abi