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CHAPTER3

CPOV

The poor guy. He's hurt, hungry, and I doubt that he has any family. I pulled out a half a cold pizza and heated it up in the microwave for two minutes. I got out a glass and poured him some , which he'd probably never had.

"Hey, there's a shower and towels down the other hall, maybe you should go take one."

I realized how offending that sounded and tried again. "N-not that y-you really n-n-need o-one or anything I just thought..." I trailed off not wanting to offend him anymore than I already had.

I wonder what had happened to him. Had he fallen out of a tree and that's why his arm was like that? Did he live in that forest his whole life? Where were his parents? I felt my heart ache. He probably didn't have any parents, and he just might have lived his whole life in that forest. That's so sad. No wonder he looked like he did. The only time he could wash up was when it rained, and even then he probably couldn't use soap.

The microwave beeped and I nearly jumped a foot in the air letting out a very girly yelp. I took a deep breath, got four pain killers and went back into the living room.

DPOV

She called from the kitchen to tell me where the bathroom and towels were. I was getting out of the shower when I heard something in the kitchen buzzed and I covered my ears. It wouldn't stop, and I couldn't figure out what it was. Then after about a minute, I heard an even louder beep. The blue eyed girl screamed then took a deep breath. I could hear her going through what sounded like cabinets, then she walked back in. What was her name again? Christie? Claire? Chloe! That was it.

A gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl... Stupid wolf, can't it learn to shut up?

I put on the shorts I had before and folded my towel neatly then tossed with the others in the corner. I went back into the living room and minutes later she came in and handed me something that seemed to be covered in cheese, and a glass filled with dark liquid that was bubbling. I eyed it curiously. Was it supposed to fizz like that? I sniffed the air. It didn't smell like it was poisoned. She must have noticed my skepticism, because she quickly explained that it was supposed to fizz like that.

"It is?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's soda. Don't you know what soda is?"she asked while handing me pills that I assumed were pain killers.

Weird, she didn't stutter. "No, I've never heard of it before."

She smiled playfully. "Have you ever been outside of that forest?" She laughed meaning she meant it as a joke, but his eyes widened in shock at the accuracy of her question.

He hadn't really ever been out of that forest. He kept going from forest to forest his whole life. Fending for himself. He was a werewolf, he was tough, he could handle it. But he knew that it wasn't a very common thing for kids to be on the run in a forest for their whole life. And survive non the less. Sure it was really damn hard, but he managed.

Her smile fell and she looked at him worried. "H-h-have y-y-y-you?" she repeated.

Should he lie and say that he has? Or could he trust her enough to let her know that he was an orphan? Maybe he could just tell her he had no parents and had lived in the forest, but not about all of the supernatural stuff. I didn't want to drag her into that. I could never live with myself if she got hurt because of it. Woah, did he just say that! Why would I care if she got hurt, I just met her?

No! You can't let her get hurt! Ever!

Can't this stupid wolf keep his opinions to himself?

Just tell her!

Well... if the wolf thought it was best...and he'd never steered me wrong before...I nodded. Her eyes widened in horror, just like I'd thought.

"B-b-but wh-whe-erea-are yo-your p-pa-ar-rents?"

Her voice cracked at the end as her stutter got worse. This girl must have lived a sheltered life if she was taking this as such a shock. She obviously couldn't be a supernatural if she thought this was so un-heard of.

"I was orphaned at a young age, been living by myself for a while. My parents died when I was little. I've been living in the forest ever since. I don't normally trust people."

I looked her straight in the eyes for that last part. Her cheeks flushed a deep red and she looked away. My cheeks flushed a bit too, I could feel my face getting hot.

What is wrong with me? This has happened before!

You're inside, with food, heat, and a beautiful girl... nothing is wrong with you right now! the wolf explained. It started sending me perverted images of me and her pressed up against the wall, kissing passionately. I shoved that thought aside and mentally growled.

"So you h-have no p-pl-place to st-stay?" Her eyes welled up with tears, and I resisted the urge to get up and wipe them away. I shook my head and tears spilled out of her eyes.

"O-oh m-my God. I-I am so sorry. Do you w-want to stay here f-for a wh-while?"

I considered it for a moment. She did seem nice, but it probably wasn't a good idea for me to get to close to anyone, let alone spend the night with them. I thought of leaving her and my chest felt hollow. I'd miss her, and being inside, where there were no immediate threats. But I couldn't put her in harms way by staying here. It wasn't fair to her. The wolf argued, but I ignored him. I opened my mouth to respond when I heard a car pull into the driveway.

I got up and ran to the window. I was right. A large blue car pulled up in the driveway. A woman with short blonde hair stepped out of the car. She made her way up to the front door. I ran back into the other room and pushed Chloe behind me protectively. She gave me weird look and I heard the door lock click. Who ever it was had a key, so they shouldn't be too much of a threat.

Chloe must of heard the lock click too, because she sighed and tried to step around me. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her to me so that she couldn't get away. My pulse quickened as did hers. Was she scared? She didn't seem to be. She tried to push me away so she could go, but I tightened my grip on her. No way was I letting her go and meet a potential enemy. Pain shot through my left arm and I remembered that I was broken, badly. Well not that bad anymore, now it just looked like it would if I broke it by falling down the stairs. Still jutting out but not as badly.

"Chloe?" the woman called. I stiffened, ready to attack.

"Over here, in the living room." I stared at her in disbelief. Was she really so naive that she'd tell the person exactly where we were?

The woman stepped into the room, holding a bag full of what smelled like rubbing alcohol. I may not have smelled it much, but I would always remember that scent from the days back at the lab. It was a foul stench to someone even without super smelling, so it was a hard smell to forget.

Oh, she must be Chloe's aunt. The doctor she'd called earlier to come and help me. Oh. I took a sniff, so that I'd remember her scent for next time so I wouldn't over re-act. I went rigid at the smell. I knew this lady. I just couldn't remember from where.

LPOV

I walked into Chloe's house with all the supplies I'd need to fix the injury she'd described on a boy she found lying helplessly in the woods behind her house. What she was doing in the woods in the first place I didn't know, but when she called to tell me about he boy she'd found, I didn't press it. She sounded so upset that I demanded my boss let me leave for about an hour and come back. Reluctantly, he agreed, and here I was.

But when I stepped into the room, I didn't expect to see a boy that was big enough to be mistaken as 23 holding Chloe, not right against his bare chest, but pretty close. He was tense and glowering at me, trying to keep track of my every move. Something about this boy seemed familiar. I don't know why, but he seems to resemble somebody I once knew, I just couldn't figure out who.

When I looked at Chloe I relaxed a little. She didn't seem uncomfortable with that boy being so close to her, just worried about his injuries. She ran up to me and we exchanged a tight hug. When she pulled back I told the boy to go sit down. I examined his injuries. He had broken his left arm in three different places, but none of them were nearly as serious as Chloe had made them sound over the phone. And surely they couldn't have healed that much since then. I gave him a cast and got up to leave.

CPOV

"Bye Aunt Lauren, thank you so much for helping him," I said. She said that the cast would help his bones heal properly, and that he should be able to take it off in about two or three weeks. I don't know what I would do without her.

"It's not a problem sweet heart. Call me if you need me okay?"

"Okay."

She left and I turned to Derek. He was sitting on the couch again. Eyeing the T.V. curiously. Oh, he'd probably never seen one before. I realized that there was probably a lot of things he didn't know about, living in the forest your whole life can do that. His gaze flicked to his cast and he thumped it lightly, testing it's strength. Poor guy, he doesn't know what anything is. I'd have to teach him. I'll do it when Simon gets home in about five minutes, he'd be a good help.

"Why don't you follow me, you're probably cold wearing only shorts during fall in New York. My dad probably has some clothes you could borrow, follow me."

I started backing out of the room. He just looked at me with those deep green eyes for a second, then got up and followed.