Fifth chappie. No new readers... This is getting depressing now...
Anyways, enjoy. (to those who are actually reading this right now)

Disclaimer: Don't own WOMF, credit goes to Maggie Steifvater.

COLIN

I just sat there.

Staring at the forest, at the girl who'd became a wolf.

Was she a werewolf? I'd read about them in several books, most with the werewolves changing by moonlight or usually with a full moon. I always thought the fiction books would stay inside the pages though, never for me to see one in real life.

I flopped back into the snow and dirt. Was it real? Did I really just watch a girl turn into a wolf? I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. The musky scent of wolf still hung in the air, but there was also something else too. It smelled like some flower. Roses? Lilacs? The list of flowers and their smells ran through my head until I finally placed it.

Carnations.

Simple, sweet and beautiful.

That's what Kylie was.

Oh god. I sound like I'm in love with Kylie.

I sat up sharply. Was I? I'd only known her for less than an hour. Shakily, I got up, collected the tattered clothes of Kylie's and was about to leave until something dark caught my eyes. They were Kylie's black sandals, sitting neatly in the snow, as if they were placed there for me to find. I hesitated, and then picked them up, walking on my back porch to pick up my book and then closed the door to the incoming night.

"What's that Colin?" My mother asked me from her spot on the couch. She was reading a book and her glasses were perched on the tip of her nose. She had dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, probably because she was reading well into the night or because she was thinking too much of my dad.

Well, former dad.

"Just some ripped clothes I found in our yard," I replied calmly. I fingered some of the clothing in my hand and walked to throw it into the trash, keeping the sandals behind my back.

"Oh," she replied just as calmly. "You were out there for quite some time. Were you enjoying your book?"

"Yeah," I murmured. I paused, thinking if I should tell my mom about Kylie but decided against it. "Yeah, I was enjoying my time outside. I'm going to bed now, okay mom?"

My mother smiled at me and nodded, then dove back into her book. I stepped quietly down the hall and into my room. Opening the door, I switched on the few lights I had in my room and looked out my window into the woods. Night had descended into the forest and the trees were like black giants, concealing secrets and the animals within.

I sighed and flopped on my bed, changing into comfortable clothes and read for a while, restarting the murder mystery I had left off before I'd met Kylie.

After reading a few pages I finally put down my book, unable to concentrate, thinking too much of the incident that had happened to me a few hours ago.

I fell into a restless sleep, dreaming only of Kylie and a vicious pack of wolves that kept her prisoner.

KYLIE

I gasped, finishing my shifting and lay on the cold ground once again. The other wolf that was traveling with was sped away in fear of my human form. I lay there for a moment, until I started to shiver once again and I shakily got up, not wanting to shift again.

The moon was bright and shone over the trees, casting shadows everywhere. I wasn't afraid though, I knew that the woods were half of my home and I couldn't help but to ache to stay a wolf so I could be with Brooke still. But like me, she'd shifted back but a human had taken her into the house and I couldn't help her at all in my wolf form.

I shuddered, trying to keep warm and quickly made it back to the house the pack used. I quickly cranked up the heat until it was too hot and then set it on a comfortable setting.

I checked the magnetic calendar on the refrigerator and saw the date, groaning as I realized the date was too early for me to shift and I'd be alone in the house until Brooke knew the pack had a house set aside for us. I groaned and decided to get ready for bed. After taking a long, warm shower, I found some of my pajamas, and hoped I wouldn't shift inside the house. My spine hurt from my shifting more than once in a day and I winced as I pulled the covers over my head. I would stay human as long as I could.

The last thought I remember that ran through my mind was that I wished that Colin, the boy next door, hadn't told anyone about me. I'd find out tomorrow, seeing as it was going to be Monday, and I had school to attend.

COLIN

I got up like it was any other day. Took a shower, got dressed, brushed my teeth and then had a quick breakfast with my mom. She bid me a good day and then I was off to my school.

The second I walked into class, my eyes flew to a certain person sitting a desk set off to the side that was always vacant. The person was reading a copy of The Odyssey. They were wearing some more jeans and a simple black t-shirt.

It was Kylie.

Since when was she in my class?

I frowned and walked up to her, I had a little time before the bell rung and then it would be time for class to start.

"Hey," I said, standing in front of her. My backpack was slung over my shoulder and I stood casually with most of my weight on one foot. My heart raced in my chest and I couldn't help but to feel a little exhilarated by the sight of her.

She held up a finger as she finished her last page of a chapter, place her bookmark carefully in-between the pages, and then looked up at me. Cool brown eyes met my blue eyes. Her eyes sparked with interest and curiousness.

"What's up?" She asked calmly.

"What… What happened yesterday?" I asked. "What are you?" Her eyes flashed with panic, but then the storm inside calmed and disappeared.

"I'm not going to talk about that now," she said firmly. "But I will tell you later." I sighed and sat down in my seat at the back row of the classroom. I watched as Kylie went back to reading, her short, black hair falling around her neck and her back was straight as she craned her neck to see the words in her book. A few other girls came up to her to talk to her and they chatted for a few seconds and then found their seats.

The school bell rang and the teacher walked in and started class. Classes went by smoothly and I noticed that Kylie was in most of my classes. Though the year had already started, I never really paid attention to any of my classmates; I was too focused on my books, academics and the next idea for my paintings and drawings. I was branded as the 'lone genius' as I would have the highest grades but would push everyone away from me.

Finally, after what seemed to be a very long day at school, the bell finally rung and kids flooded out of the classrooms. I was walking down the hallway to put some of my text books away when someone pulled me into a nearby classroom. I staggered to a stop as the person shut the door with a soft click. Then the person whirled around and crossed their arms.

"What do you want to know?" Kylie asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I… uh…" I stammered. Kylie smirked at me and I blushed, rubbing the back of my head. She shook her head and walked slowly over to me.

"First off," her smile disappearing and her face becomes serious. "Did you tell anyone… about me?"

"No," I said immediately. "I thought about telling my mom, but she has enough to worry about now." Kylie let out a sigh of relief and smiled at me. My heart beat faster than it already was and I wondered what was up with my heart.

"I think I know what you're thinking," Kylie said. "You're wondering what I am, who I am, and for me to explain what happened yesterday, especially how you saw me shift and how here I am, is that correct?" I raised my eyebrows at her. She had basically stolen all the words out of my mouth so I just nodded.

"Okay," she breathed in deeply and then started. "My name is Kylie Poinsettia Max. I am 15 years old and I attend Riversteen High, at least when I'm in town. I'm supposed to be living with a family who has money to spend and I go on vacation in the cooler days to some foreign country. I am a werewolf," she paused when she saw my face twist into surprise and smiled nervously.

"Yes, I am a werewolf. I was bitten when I was feeding some of the wolves… Um… I used to feed them during the winter when the wolves were short of food when I lived in another city… The wolves around there were comfortable around me until I finally tried hand feeding them. One of the wolves came to me starving and bit me… Not one of my smart moments…" she trailed off; looking regretful and I had the sudden urge to keep that expression off of her beautiful face.

"I change with the weather, when it's warm, I shift into human form and when it's cold I shift back. When I was first bitten though, I shifted back and forth a lot. It took my body some time to get used to shifting before it became routine… But I shifted back early and I'm living in the house next to yours. The wolf pack that I'm supposed to be with now is still wolves so the house is empty until my friend Brooke knows that I'm back…" I sighed sadly, looking at some of the empty desks. I gulped and smiled sadly with her. "I didn't see her today, so she must still be a wolf…"

"Well," I said. "I can help you find her, but until then, you can probably stay with me." What was I saying? My mom would never let a girl in the house with me. The words were just tumbling out of my mouth like I couldn't control them.

"Oh… Um… I'm fine on my own…" she stammered, blushing.

"Come on," I said, trying to get her cooperate. I still don't what I'm doing but I guess a part of me wanted her to be with me. She sighed and reluctantly looked at me.

"Okay… But only until I find Brooke and tell her we have a house." She smiled at me and thanked me for my kindness. We left the room finally and I thought about Kylie.

She was a werewolf. A real life werewolf. How ironic, I thought. I've always wanted to become part of a fantasy and here I was, taking home a werewolf girl. And not one that changes into a monster on a full moon.

On the way home, we chatted, mostly about her previous life, before she became a werewolf. She was the top of her class, had rich, nice parents, and a boyfriend every girl would kill for. A life that every kid wished for, until it was ripped away from her. She was always a person to give, until she got too close to the wolves.

She went inside her house to grab a few essentials and then came back out with a duffle bag clung over her shoulder. Her long trench coat swung around her ankles as she shifted to keep warm, protecting her from the cold, and preventing her from shifting into her other skin.

When we got home, I opened the door to find my mother sitting in the chair in the far corner. She looked up at my entrance and saw Kylie. Her face twisted into a look of surprise and something else… Something like anger or a general teed-off look.

"Colin," she said in a strangled voice as she put her book aside and stood, looming over us. I was pretty tall, but my mom hit somewhere around 6 feet while I was stuck at an annoying 5'8". Kylie only came up to my chin at around 5'5" or 6". "Who's your friend?"

"She's uh…" I stumbled. I cleared my throat and tried to stand tall. "She's my friend, Kylie. Her house is empty right now because her parents are out at a dinner party and said that she should find someone to stay with. She just came back from vacation and her friend's supposed to be staying with her but her friend hasn't arrived yet." I'm still amazed at how easily the words flew out of my mouth. I felt bad about having to lie to my mom but most of it was Kylie's cover story and was supposed to be true and almost was.

"Could she stay here until her friend arrives?" I asked meekly, losing confidence as my mother's cheeks flushed bright red and she started to frown. Then it all seemed to wash away as she saw Kylie behind me, hesitant and cowering. She smiled at Kylie and laughed, as if it were all a joke.

"Sure, welcome to the Cohen residence," she gestured to put her things into the guest bedroom and then left Kylie to have some time to set up her things. Then she turned on me, her face reddening again and she spoke in a low whisper that was menacing and dark.

"Colin Lu Cohen, you had better be on your best behavior with Kylie here or so help me you will be grounded in your room with all of your books stripped from the walls, do you understand me young man?" She hissed, not waiting for my answer. "And you are not to pull one of these surprise visits with another person on me ever again. Are we clear?" My eyes were wide and I was frozen in place. My mother was very scary when she was angry. I simply nodded and then she smiled, breaking the air full of tension.

"No, go woo your maiden," she said, pointing down the hall. "But please…" she shook her head and gave me a sympathetic look. "Before you find more out about this girl, please keep it PG rated." I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"MOM!" I yelled at her and then ran down the hall, with my mother chuckling from behind me. When I had gotten in the room, Kylie was sitting cross-legged on the bed while reading the Odyssey again. "So… I hope you like it here…" I said awkwardly. She looked up and smiled.

"Thanks," she said shyly. "Thanks a lot." I walked out of the room, saying good night to her as she continued to read and pull out clothes to sleep in.

I read a bit more in my room, but after the clock hit 11 o'clock, I yawned and got under the covers, noticing at how cold it was and I wondered if Kylie would be alright.

That night, I had a horrible dream.

I was frozen to the ground, the iciness creeping up my legs and spreading through my chest. Only my heart remained warm as I watched and animals streamed past me.

Suddenly, I saw a group of shapes moving to the forest, they streamed past me and I saw that they were a pack of wolves. Two wolves lagged behind, panic in their eyes when one of them stopped and stared at me with wild eyes.

It was a beautiful silver and white she-wolf with milk chocolate brown eyes. Her soft fur was stained with some blood and I wondered if it was her own. The wolf seemed to stare at me with hard smoldering eyes, as if they were trying to convey an important message without words.

There were two sharp shots; two cracks in the air as a gun fired, the sound pretty loud, indicating that the guns were close. One of the bullets whizzed by my ear, making a tree explode behind me. Suddenly, the wolf fell and a crimson red flower blossomed on the side of the wolf, staining the soft silver fur. The wolf whined and seemed to scream.

And all of the sudden, the wolf was screaming. The wolf shuddered, more than it was from the wounds and the fur all fell, human skin growing in the place of the fur.

And it was Kylie, her face full of pain and panic.

"Go!" she screamed. "Get help from the others!"

And my body started to move, hot tears streaming down my face as I left Kylie in the clearing, bleeding into the snow. Another sharp shot and I felt my back explode in pain and I cried out, falling to the wet and frozen earth.

And then it was silent. My back no longer hurt and I sat up, only to fall back screaming.

In front of me was the body of Kylie, dead with blood pouring out of her side, brown eyes empty and hair matted to her sweaty face. A few yards away from her was two other wolves, one with silver fur and another with pitch black fur. The silver wolf was lying on the ground, not moving and the black wolf was standing over the silver wolf, bloody jaws open wide in a wide wolfy grin. The coal black eyes were smoldering as they regarded me with no mercy.

The black wolf leaped over both Kylie and the silver wolf and landed in front of me. The wolf seemed to narrow its eyes and leer at me and then it pounced at me and bit at my face.

And I screamed.

I woke with a start, still screaming. I gasped, cutting off my scream and listened to the sounds of the night. I laid a hand on my forehead, my forehead clammy and sweaty. I slowly relaxed as I lay in bed, staring at my ceiling. Finally, I fell back into a deep and dreamless sleep.

In the morning, I woke as the sun was well into the sky. I hurried to get to class and was about to get Kylie up when I spotted the condition of the living room. The living room was a wreck; the door to the porch was torn open, long claw like marks scratched deep into the door. The furniture was overturned and torn and the guest room was trashed with similar damages. The sheet torn, the bed ripped and the lamps broken. I groaned and realized that Kylie must've gotten too cold in the night and had shifted and I hadn't realized it.

"Oh Kylie…" I moaned. I had to get to school now but I'd help my mother later. Kylie was a wolf now, back where she belonged.

I couldn't help but to feel a little sad. She would be a wolf… And I was stuck in the human world where I meant nothing to her.

Nothing. At all.

Rnr. Please.

Save the children.

Cheers,
Kylie Max