1DPOV

*about 11 years later*

I woke up with a pounding head ache as a sharp pain stabbed through me left arm. I smelt blood all over me and the ground. I looked around the forest, but couldn't see or smell anybody. I was safe. I let out a sigh of relief and winced as my head ache increased. I couldn't remember much of what had happened. I knew I was in a forest, I just didn't know where. New York? Connecticut? Michigan? I didn't know.

What had broken my arm and made me bleed? I could smell werewolf all around me, but none of the traces were fresh. Maybe I was attacked by other werewolves? I didn't know. The pain in my head was starting to subside, but the one in my arm was still fresh. I tried to see how badly I was hurt when I smelt someone approaching me. I looked up to see a small girl with strawberry blonde hair and deep blue eyes cautiously making her way towards me. I didn't see her as a threat, so I just stayed where I was, watching her carefully.

CPOV

*a few min before she found Derek*

"Bye Chloe," Milos said.

I smiled and waved good-bye to his shiny black car as it made its way down the road. Milos drives me to and from school everyday at the same time. My Dad doesn't want me to ride the school bus because he's afraid that the kids would tease me about my stutter, and I already get enough of that at school. I went inside my penthouse building, dropped my bag on the floor, picked up the bag of brownies the house keeper always left for me, and headed into the forest behind my house, like I do everyday.

My Dad's never home, because he's the owner of some big-shot company, so he hires a house keeper to stay with me. There's also Simon, the kid that my Dad adopted when I was about seven, but he has basketball practice until the house keeper gets home almost every day. But she's always gone the first hour I'm home so that she can pick up her son from school, so she usually gets Simon too. I make the best of the time I have alone by going deep into the forest behind the house. I don't know why, but the forest seems to terrify yet excite me at the same time.

I was about at the clearing where I usually sit and think, when I saw that somebody was already there. He looked like he was in his early twenties, with jet black hair, and a well built body. He only wore ripped jean shorts that were hardly enough to keep him warm during late winter in New York. What was he doing in the forest? I took a careful step forward and his head whipped up to face me. His eyes met mine, and I nearly froze in place. They were the greenest eyes I've ever seen in my entire life. They captivated you, making it near impossible to turn away. But I did, and saw that there was no way he could be an adult. His face looked like a before picture on an acne commercial. It looked like he'd never taken a shower in his entire life, he smelled like it too. I breathed through my mouth and walked cautiously towards him. He didn't move, which I took as a good sign. He just sat there, watching me. Like I was the one who was out of the ordinary instead of him.

It seemed like he'd lived in the forest his entire life. He didn't say a word, which made wonder if he even knew how to talk. I looked at him and gasped, dropping my bag in the process. He flinched but didn't move much. He probably couldn't without feeling some serious pain. His left arm was bent at a seemingly impossible angle. I ran over to him and dropped at his side.

"O-oh my G-g-god! Are y-you ok-kay?"

DPOV

"O-oh my G-g-god! Are y-you ok-kay?" she asked.

Who was this girl, and why did she care if he was hurt? And did she just stutter?

She's really pretty, the wolf said. The wolf in me had never said anything like that before about a girl. Sure, I'd met girls before, but none of them were like her. If those girls had seen me like this they would've laughed and walked away. Not coming running to my side to ask if I was okay. But, I had to agree with the wolf, she was really pretty. Beautiful even. Sure the other girls were pretty too, but not like her. She seemed to glow almost. Her scent was rich and clean. I took a deep inhale of it, like an addict would crack. This girls scent was certainly more addictive though.

I snapped back into reality and remembered she'd asked me a question. I nodded. I'd be okay, I was already starting to heal. Werewolves heal fast. But she didn't know that.

"N-no, you're o-obviously n-n-not okay. J-just look at your arm... c-come with me. My aunts a doctor, she c-can fix you."

Her stutter is so cute... SHUT UP! This is a matter of survival, not how 'cute' she is.

Should I go with her? Can I trust her? She didn't seem like she wanted to harm me, but I've learned to never trust anyone too easily. Any yet...

I nodded and she tried to help me stand. I grunted at the pain shooting through my arm.

"Don't worry my aunt can be here in just under an hour," she said, voice filled with worry.

I nodded and saw the house come into view. It was big. Really big. She took in the back door and helped me lay down on the couch.

"You hungry?" she asked. Again, I nodded. "I'll go get you something."

She was about to leave the room when she turned around and said, "I almost forgot, what's your name?"

Simple question. I tried to tell her, but I hadn't spoken in a while, since I really didn't have anybody to speak to, so it just came out as a raspy sound. I cleared my throat and tried again, "My name is Derek. Yours?" It still didn't sound right, but it was enough for her to understand what I was saying.

She smiled. "Chloe." Then she turned and walked out of the room.