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POV: Sam Roth

"Cole, have you been drinking?" I asked into the phone. I was standing outside when Cole had called me for the third time today. This kid was relentless.

"No! What are you talking about?"

I looked at him through the glass back door at Beck's house. "Put the whiskey down and talk."

"I don't have any whiskey!" He put it behind his back.

"You just put it behind your back."

Cole paused. "How… how do you know that?"

"I can see you." I crossed my free arm across my stomach. Even though I wasn't changing anymore, the cold still made me a bit testy.

Cole turned around fast and stared at me with a look of shock plastered across his face. "What are you doing here?"

"Why don't you try paying attention for a change? And this is my house. I was at the bookstore finishing my shift when you called me, so I came back here to see if you were at the house. Which you are. And drinking Ulrik's whiskey."

"Ulrik's not coming back. He's changed for good."

That cut me a little deep. Ulrik had been that crazy uncle to me that everyone had. Thinking that I'd never hear his voice again hurt. A lot. "It's still his whiskey. Let me in."

"It's unlocked."

"Then why can't I open it?" I tried to open the door again to prove my case. Idiot.

Cole snapped his phone shut and opened the door. "No solicitors."

"Cole!"

"Okay, fine!" He opened the door some more and stepped back so I could come in. "What's your problem?"

This kid was messed up. "You locked me out!"

He pulled the bottle of whiskey out from behind his back and swirled it around. "Sam, does this smell weird to you?"

I took the bottle and threw it outside, and it broke against the bark of a tree. "There. Sober up." I went into the kitchen; after I locked the door to Cole couldn't get out again, to find Isabel sitting at the table, eating something foreign-looking and smelling.

"You know whose kids from Seattle that broadcast the web show 'iCarly,' right?" she asked with her mouth full, so unlike her.

"Yeah. What about them? Was their show good last night?"

"They're coming to spy on you guys. The wolves. Cole and I watched it earlier today."

Shit. "When are they coming?"

"Real soon. We gotta catch them before they find out and spread something bad."

"How?"

Isabel raised her eyebrows and peered over the edge of her bowl in the devilish way she always does. "I've got an idea."

"Why am I the wolf we're using?" Cole whined as he took off his shirt.

"Because you're the only one who knows about the plan and that can somewhat control yourself when you're a wolf," Isabel answered quickly, keeping a lookout at the edge of the woods. "Now hush. They'll be here any minute."

I looked further into the trees. A brown wolf made her way slowly through the trees, trying not to be noticed. She needed more practice. A twig snapped beneath her newly-formed paw. It was her.

Isabel turned around. "Isn't that Grace?"

I nodded. "She still knows me, for some reason. You're supposed to lose yourself when you're a wolf."

"It's Grace, Sam. She's a genius. Nothing can get past her." She turned her head back to keep watch.

"Right." I looked back to where my summer girl was, but she had disappeared already without a trace. "Let's get ready. Cole… don't take this the wrong way, but finish taking your clothes off."

"I'm done, if you haven't noticed," Cole said from the ground. "And you're lucky that the whiskey had numbed me down, or else I'd be standing up and you'd have a nice view."

I tried to keep my face from turning red at this kid's arrogance. "Just change already." I closed my eyes for a few seconds, and then opened them to find a wolf.

"Hide!"Isabel called. "They're coming!"

The girl and I ran off together through the trees so we wouldn't be caught by the teenagers. Well… the younger teenagers. Being eighteen doesn't exactly qualify you for getting out of the label of "teenager."

Carly held up a camera, pointed at Cole, and snapped a picture.

Don't growl, Cole. Don't scare the nice kids away, I thought. Isabel's whole plan depended on Cole's behavior. If he didn't cooperate fully in his wolfish mind, we'd be screwed.

"Go," Isabel barely whispered in my ear, it was so quiet.

I edged my way through the shrubbery and trees until I was behind the webcast crew.

"Oh, my gosh!" Isabel ran out from her hiding place. "Cole!" She stripped off her jacket and put it around the wolf's shoulders. "Oh, baby, you must be so cold!"

I nearly gagged, it was so fake.

"Is he yours, miss?" Freddie asked.

"Yes, he's mine. Poor thing must be freezing!"

"He's a wolf!" Puckett said. "He's supposed to be used to it!"

"You back off!" Isabel yelled. "He needs to get warm!"

The brunette girl took off her heavy coat and gave it to Isabel. "Here, use this."

"Thank you so much!" Isabel played her part so well; I thought she really thought Cole was her poor little puppy-dog.

"He should be fine," Puckett said.

"Hold on."

I turned my head as Cole's wolf skin started to ripple. I braced myself for the screams.

Now this was a sight: Cole St. Clair sitting naked on the frozen, snowy ground with a girl's coat around him, in Isabel's arms, and with three teenagers standing right there. I nearly laughed.

"Oh, my…"

"What the…?"

"Werewolf?"

The three turned and came face-to-face with me. I tried to seem threatening, but it was kind of hard for a guy with yellow eyes that screamed sunshine and skin that noticeably itched for a tan to be intimidating.

"Hand over the camera," Isabel said. "Or I'll have to get my boyfriend over here on you."

"The werewolf or the emo guy?"

"Not emo," I interjected.

"The werewolf," Isabel answered, trying the name on her lips. It was weird having a label put on us, but I guess that what we were to the outside world. Freaks.

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