I watched her closely. She was still unconscious from when Sam had hit her yesterday. Funny, even when she was out cold, she still scared him silly. He tied her to this chair, and put two black pillow cases over her head so that when she woke up, she wouldn't be able to see anything. In addition to that, we had to take turns guarding her, just to make sure she didn't escape. Sam would never admit he was afraid, but since I have a direct line to his thoughts, I knew that he was. But I couldn't blame him, I was afraid of her too.

It was the way she held herself, the way she talked. Even unconscious she still looked threatening. And the way she talked, her voice was sharp and menacing, but in a way, dark and melodic. And for some reason, I was drawn to her. I was drawn to her in a way I could not, and cannot explain. Maybe I had imprinted on her, but I doubted that. It wasn't like how Sam was drawn to Emily. But maybe I was different... maybe.

She stirred. I saw her flex her fingers, twist her wrists in the tight chains, pull lightly on the chains around her ankles, and shift back and forth in the chair. Her head moved down as if she was trying to see through the cloth. I had no idea if she could.
She suddenly became still and sat up straight like a statue. I watched her, absolutely silent, wondering if she knew I was in the room with her. She took a deep breath.

All at once, she vigorously shook the chains around her, pulling and twisting in them, struggling to get free. It was so sudden, that it made me jump, which most things really didn't now a days.

"You know, you're never going to break out of those," I said after I watched her struggle.

She froze.

"You've been a naughty little werewolf," I started, standing up to go circle her. I was going to have too much fun with this.

"Yeah, well so have you. But I can hardly call you a werewolf," she spit back.

Her voice once again shot waves through me that I had never experienced before. It scared me.

"So you know what I am," I concluded, trying to keep my voice strong and confident.

"And you know what I am," she concluded back.

"Why did you come here?" I asked, nonchalantly.

"Why did you chain me to a wooden chair?"

"You killed that hiker."

"That wasn't a question," she pointed out.

"You're right, it wasn't; it was an accusation," I smirked.

"Which is why I'm in this cave, obviously," she spit back.

"Do you really have to be this annoying?"

"Absolutely."

I glared.

"Your a nomadic type, aren't you? So why aren't you leaving? It's been a week." I started to circle her once again.

"Well, I'm tied to a chair. Does it look like I'm going anywhere?" she nodded her head and waved her hands in annoyance.

Angrily, I grabbed the top of the pillow cases and ripped them off her head. She closed her eyes as I yanked them off, but opened her eyes almost immediately afterwards. Her deep yellow eyes seemed to knock me in the gut. The scar across her eye and face seemed more prominent than it had before. What surprised me most, was where the scar cut across her eye, was no longer a tinted red with blood, but was a splotchy black, that looked like gun powder. I slammed my hands down on her arms and squeezed. I shoved my face right up to hers. She didn't even flinch.

"You better be glad, that I'm the one here and not Sam. Because if it was, you'd already be dead," I threatened with a voice so low, it was more of a growl.

She snorted. "I bet he couldn't kill me, if he tried."

I laughed. "You don't know Sam."

"Oh, but I do." She smiled again and I could feel my anger rising.

"Your playing with me," I growled angrily.

"And you aren't?" she retorted quickly.

I stood up and spun around. I didn't need to look at her. She was silent, but I could feel her eyes on my back. I stared at the large wooden door that led out of the small cave and into the deepest part of the woods.

I turned back around and smiled. "Since your not cooperating with me, I guess I'll go get Sam. We'll see who knows him better."

Her face was concentrated, but questioning. I turned quickly and opened the large door.

"Oh and by the way, I hope you like this cave, cause you'll be in here for a while."

I shut the door as I watched her face turn to anger and her hands begin to struggle against the chains again. I only laughed.

"What the hell? I already fuckin' told you! I did not kill that stupid hiker!" She yelled, annoyed.

Sam smirked. "I'm sorry missy, I still don't believe you."

She gave him a menacing glare. "I didn't kill him. The hiker was buried under the snow wasn't he? Well I got here after the snow storm hit. So obviously, I couldn't have killed him, asshole. Why don't you check your facts before accusing the first werewolf you come across."

"Well that's just the thing, your the only werewolf that's around these parts. In fact your the only werewolf we have ever come across. And obviously, the hiker was not killed by a bear, nor a vampire for that matter. So, it has to be you."

She rolled her eyes. "Just because I'm the first werewolf you've actually encountered does not mean I killed the hiker."

"Then who did? Since you seem to think you know everything," he retorted.

Her head then turned in my direction and her deep yellow eyes met mine, boring holes into my eyes. It almost felt as if she could see right through me. Her eyes then slowly traveled down my body and to my hand. I slowly lifted it up and stared at it. The place where she had bitten me had faded yesterday. But now, the veins around it were turning a sickly black.I stared at it in horror.

"Through all my years, there is only one thing that I have learned that has helped me survive through my darkest hours..."

My eyes slowly traveled up from the ground to meet those torturous eyes.

"Trust... no one."

And the next thing I knew, Sam was on the ground, screaming. It was like I had suddenly been pulled from a trance.

"Emily!" he cried in tortured pain. He held his face with both of his hands. His face was pale and streaked with agony.

"Sam!" I cried. I looked around in me in search of something to hit the girl with besides my fist. I searched the cave, but all there was were broken beer bottles and chairs lain askew.

Then with a shinning gleam, I spotted a spoon. It was just an ordinary spoon, and god knows why I grabbed it instead of a beer bottle to bash over her head, but I did. I picked it up with my small hands and ran over to where she was sitting, staring at Sam's frail figure.

"Stop it!" I screamed at her, my arm arched back, prepared to throw the spoon, and she froze.

Her head snapped in my direction, her eyes widened, and her face became ghostly pale. Sam let out a gasp for breath and collapsed on the floor from his tensed position.

I pointed the spoon at her horrified face and she cringed away from it.

"If you dare even look at Sam again, I swear to you-"

"I won't do it again! I promise!" she cried almost immediately.

I waved the spoon in front of her and her eyes followed it's every movement.

"Good. Cause if you do, I will kill you...with...this spoon." I had to choke down a laugh. I couldn't believe I was threatening someone with a spoon.

She however, did not find it funny.

"Just put down the spoon and I'll tell you everything, I promise."

I laughed. "But wasn't it you that said to trust no one?"

Sam stood up to his full length and crossed his arms over his chest. Her eyes darted from him, to me, to the spoon.

"My name is Raley. Raley Stone. I came here from Canada. Greenwood, Canada. It's in South central British Colombia. I lived there with my pack, but I had to leave, due to certain personal issues. My wolf killed the hiker because it was probably hungry. It's not something I could control. I didn't kill the hiker, my wolf did. But please don't turn me into the police. If they put me in prison I will be in there for a life sentence. When I phase I would kill everyone, which would also reveal my secret which I really don't want it to be revealed because then the Volturi would kill me in a very slow and brutal way due to the fact that I've out smarted them, out run them, and beat them in every possible way a werewolf could beat a vampire."

Her voice quivered at the end as she was out of breath from talking so quickly. Sam and I were silent as she sat there, breathing heavily, her eyes flickering between us. I looked over at Sam who stood with his hand on his chin.

"Please," she whispered. "I won't hurt you. I didn't come here to hurt anyone. Just let me go back to my home. It's the old farmhouse on Old Breckenridge Road. I was going to renovate it... clean it up a bit."

"But as it may not be your intention to hurt anyone, you would be uncontrollable as a wolf, and pose a great threat to the reservation and it's people," Sam argued.

She shook her head. "I have a basement below the house, I can take care of myself down there. You know that most of my kind are nomadic. Well I'm not. I've lived with a pack my whole life. I know how to live in a community without revealing what I am."

"What did you do to Sam?" I said suddenly. "And my hand, why is it not healing?"

She stared at me blankly, not answering. So I shoved the spoon right up next to her skin. She cried out as the smooth surface of the spoon grazed her skin. Her neck then turned a sickly black color from where it had brushed it. She whimpered in pain.

"What the hell?" I whispered, pulling the spoon away from her skin. The black spot slowly retreated into nothing. She gasped and winced in pain.

"That's silver, isn't it?" Sam asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Her eyes met his in a hidden glare. "Yes."

I laughed. "Well that explains the whole spoon thing. It was kind of hard threatening to kill someone with a spoon."

"Does silver always have that affect on you? I mean he barely even brushed it against your skin."

She rolled her eyes. "Of course it does."

"So what did you do to Sam," I asked eagerly, shoving the spoon closer to her again.

"Ok enough with the spoon!" she yelled. "Just put the damn thing down and I'll tell you! Geez!"

I shrugged and dropped it on the ground. She sighed, relieved.

"Do you know the story of how we were created?" she asked, looking back and forth between us.

"Yeah," we said together.

"OK, good. Werewolves are supposed to be the most dangerous creatures on this earth. In wolf form we can destroy just about everything. We have the vampires speed, strength, and intelligence times two. You put one werewolf against five vampires and the werewolf would win every single time. You see, if a vampire gets even a single scratch from a werewolf, his skin will turn to ash. And now you wonder how we became extinct. Well that's because we are only in wolf form once every four weeks. Except for the night of the full moon, we are weak and vulnerable humans. Besides the fact that the only thing that can kill us is silver, we are just so easy to kill. That's why we became extinct. The vampires easily took us out while we were in human form.
"Which brings me back to my point. The devil is not stupid. He knew very well what our situation would be. He gave us the power; every single werewolf has it. Some have it stronger than others, but all in all it's still powerful. He gave us the power to manipulate fear."

"Manipulate fear?" I questioned.

She nodded her head. "Yes."

"How?"

"Well I can create realistic... or nonrealistic visions in your head of your greatest fear. Some werewolves have it so strong that they can change themselves into whatever your afraid of. But of course it's all in your mind. For Sam, it was hurting Emily again. All I had to do was put that vivid image of him hurting her in his mind, and he was completely helpless. It's our only defense against vampires in human form."

"Yeah well I'm not a vampire, so why did you do it to me?" Sam growled.

She laughed. "Because I just like to have fun with it."

"And what about my hand. I'd really like it to heal," I spit.

She shook her head. "It was a scientific experiment that you guys so rudely interrupted. Now if you could please take me home?"

"A scientific experiment? You've got to be kidding me!" I yelled, yanking the chains off of her and throwing her over my shoulder.

"Put me down jerk!" she squealed, kicking helplessly.

Sam laughed. "Paul's gonna love her."

"I swear to god if you fart I'll kill you," she growled angrily.

I chuckled. "Your such a polite lady there Raley."

"That's what they tell me," she retorted.

I already knew I liked her.

Sorry it took me FOREVER to update. Geez, I've had a rough one with this chapter. Haha. Well please review! I dont know when the next chapter will be :( Again, if you want to know what her pack looks like there's a link on my page to a youtube video I made of all the members of her pack. Thank you guys!