Quick A/N: Sweet82405- Nope, this isn't going to be a G!P story. And thanks for the review :)

Also, thanks to everyone who's reading. Reviews are always appreciated. Anyways, here's another update. I'll try to update every other day and if I don't please bear with me.

Twenty minutes later we were hiking through the forest of the Lima Nature Preserve. Puck carried the flashlight in his hand, shining it at our feet and kicking up leaves as he went.

"Has Rachel talked to you lately?"

I jumped at the sound of Puck's voice and looked up at the moon through the tiny clearing in the tops of the trees.

"No. I don't associate myself with hobbits, last time I checked she was in the shire with Elijah Wood and Bilbo."

Puck stopped and turned to face me. "Oh c'mon, S. You and I both know Rach isn't that bad. I mean, you tolerate her."

I rolled my eyes and leaned down to pick up a stick. Okay, so maybe Rachel isn't all that bad, but she's still annoying as hell. And whenever we hang out all she does is harass me about joining Glee Club. And I'm pretty sure Puck's about to do the same thing.

"What's this even about anyways?" I ask, shoving my left hand into my pocket and poking the stick around on the ground in front of me.

"Well, the other day she mentioned something to me about us joining Glee Club-"

I turned on my heel to face him. "Nope. Never gonna happen."

Leaves crunched under my feet as I took steps toward him. He shined the light to the left of us and then back at the ground.

You could see his breath in the dim light when he started talking again. "I think it would be fun."

"Okay, the only reason you even wanna be in that stupid club is to get closer to Quinn, and newsflash Puckerman, she doesn't even know you exist. I'm sorry, but the idea of singing show tunes and dancing around with a bunch of people I don't like, really doesn't excite me too much."

Whoo.

Go Santana.

Tell it like it is.

Little tough love for you.

Yeah, I know. Tough love sounds alot like mean.

Puck runs a hand through his mohawk and starts walking again. "Whatever." He grumbles as he passes me.

Another win for me.

I poke the stick into the ground a few more times before following Puck's shadow up a steep hill and into a clearing. My converse were lost under the thick fall leaves resting on the forest floor.

Pulling my hoodie tighter around my body, I looked back up at the moon. It looked huge tonight, and even if it was a full moon, it looked abnormally large. Have you ever heard that saying that full moons make people crazy? Yeah well, Puck would pick tonight to go searching for half of a dead body. Does he even know what he's looking for? I mean seriously. There's like a bunch of different ways a body could be symetrically halfed and I'm pretty sure this idiot hasn't even thought that through.

"Do you even know which half of the body we're looking for?" My voice echoes through around the clearing.

"Nope, that thought didn't cross my mind."

I got the sudden, impulsive need to smack him in the back of the head. So, he's pretty much telling me we're looking for a needle in a haystack.

"And what if whoever killed her is still out here?"

Puck turned around and legit nearly blinded me with the flashlight.

"Another thought that hasn't really crossed my mind." He admits, lowering the flashlight back down.

"One, maybe I should be the one holding the flashlight, and two, am I the only one who ever thinks rationally? How could you not consider the killer still being out here? What am I supposed to do, throw leaves at him until he dies?"

Puck smirks at me. "Or, since you're such a badass, you could go all Lima Heights on him."

I roll my eyes and start walking away. "Fuck you, Puck." I grumble.

"You sure did a good job on my chest with that lamp." I hear him call from behind me.

I start taking long, powerful strides away from him, kicking up leaves with every step. What an asshole.

It's not until I get a good ways ahead of him that I realize I'm in the middle of the woods with no flashlight and a possible murderer could still be wandering around in the exact same woods.

Cool story.

Suddenly, staying with Puck doesn't sound like such a bad idea. I turn back around to the direction I came from and look around. I squint my eyes and try to see in the darkness, but to no avail.

"Puck?" I yell, taking a step forward.

Nothing.

Crunch.

I turn to my left to the direction where it came from and take a step back. This is so not cool.

"Pu-" I'm cut off when a hand covers my mouth and I'm dragged backwards behind a fallen tree. I struggle against the strong arms and send my elbow into the person's ribcage.

"It's me." Puck whisper-yells into my ear. I let out a loud breath and stop fighting.

"Estupido!" I whisper-yell back at him and push on his shoulder. Who the fuck does that? Is he crazy? Jesus Christ. And he pulls that shit right after he tells me the killer could still be out here.

He brings a finger to his lips and nods his head to the right of us. It's then that I notice the flashlights rapidly approaching us.

"Dispatch team?" I whisper, motioning to the lights with my hands. Puck nods right as we hear the first dog barks. Footsteps pad across the ground and the lights become increasingly brighter. Puck grabs my arm and jerks me to stand. He takes off running and I soon follow.

Soon, though, I'm passing Puck because I'm naturally faster than him. I jump over a log and look behind me just in time to see one of the German Shepards catch him. Puck looks at me wide eyed and falls to the ground with a thud. I stop running and immediately fall to my stomach, laying flat down and staring at Puck.

He brings his finger to his lips once again and turns over. An officer in a brown hat calls the dog off and is about to cuff Puck and start reading his Miranda rights when the voice of Mr. Puckerman booms through the nearly silent forest.

"Hang on!" Mr. Puckerman steps into view and grabs the collar of Puck's shirt. "This one belongs to me."

"Dad." Puck whines while trying to wiggle free of his dads grip. Mr. Puckerman narrows his eyes warningly and Puck immediately stops moving. I can't blame him for being such a pussy though. His Dad is really scary sometimes. Expecially when he's in uniform. I probably would've been crying by now, but if you tell anyone that I'll kill you.

"No Santana?" Puck's Dad asks, shining his flashlight around and very narrowly missing my hiding spot. I hold my breath.

"Nope." Puck breathes out, looking in my general direction. I widen my eyes and shake my head at him. He better not fucking tell that I'm here.

"You sure?" Mr. P quirks an eyebrow at Puck and then adjusts the grip on his collar.

Puck's mouth opens and closes, freezing up under his Dad's scrutinizing gaze. "A-as far as I know, she's at home sleeping soundly."

"Hmm."

Puck nods his head furiously. Could the idiot be anymore obvious? He might as well hang a sign over his head with a giant neon arrow pointing in my direction saying 'Santana is right here laying in the grass and hiding'. Or I could just honk a horn. I'm sure that'd be less obvious.

"So do you listen to all my phone calls?"

"Most of them." Puck admits, playing it cool.

"Well," Mr. Puckerman says, begining to drag Puck by the collar. "You and I are gonna have a nice, long talk about respecting others privacy."

The other officer in the hat looks watches them leave and the scans the woods again. He shakes his head and picks the dog's leash up, hooking it and turning to follow Mr. Puckerman in the direction they came from.

I stay laying there until the quiet sounds of footsteps dissapear and the only thing that can be heard is my heavy breathing and the distant dog barks.

Well, fuck me.

I just realized I'm alone in the woods with no flashlight and absolutely no idea where I'm supposed to go. I stand to my feet and brush the dirt of the knees' of my jeans and the front of my hoodie. I'm gonna have one hell of a dirt stain to explain to my Mom.

I kicked my legs out and looked up when I heard a loud snap of a branch breaking. My eyes widened and I could literally feel my pulse quicken. I haven't been this scared since I decided to go for a walk on the other side of town. Yeah, that was a bad choice.

Another loud snap sent me into flight mode and I took off running back toward where we parked my black Escalade. I felt the different terrain shift as my feet pounded into the ground with every quick step. I looked behind me for a split second and the next thing I knew I was stepping into a hole and tumbling towards the ground. I had enough time to yell 'Oh shit!' before I hit the ground with a thud and the crunch of leaves.

I rubbed my forehead and blinked my eyes rapidly. I went to push myself up when my hand ran across something hard and cold. I froze and looked down to where my hand was lodged beneath me. Sure enough lay the dead, lifeless, upper half of a girl's body. Her skin had a blue-ish tint to it and her brown hair was matted and splattered with mud. I let out a loud, high-pitched scream and scrambled to my feet.

Another loud snap echoed out behind me. I turned around quickly and saw nothing. I went to turn back around when something caught my eye. A big, black animal of some sort was charging in my direction. Yellow eyes met mine for a milli-second before the figure collided with me. The speed that the animal was running at, sent us both tumbling backwards. I felt a sharp pain in my side and groaned in pain. My back met the ground again and I kicked the animal off me. It whimpered, almost like a dog, and took of running into the night. I lay motionless for a moment before pulling myself to my feet and gripping onto a nearby tree. My side, the left side right below my ribcage, throbbed with a stinging pain. I was breathing heavily and wincing in pain, but the adrenaline coursing through my veins kicked me into gear and I took off, once again running in the direction of my parked car. Right as I got into the parking lot, I swear I heard the loud, howl of a wolf.

I pulled into my driveway a little while later. I checked for my Mom's car in the driveway and thanked God when I saw she still wasn't home. She was probably taking a double at the hospital. I stepped out of the car and shut the door with a soft thump. Wouldn't wanna wake the neighbors, would we?

I rotated my torso to turn around and lock the car and winced in pain. My side was hurting like a bitch.

I walked up the cobblestone pathway and unlocked the front door. I stepped inside and was met with a breeze of warmth and the smell of vanilla. Mom always kept the house fresh. I admired that woman. It's not easy being a single Mom.

I wiped muddy converse on the mat and padded down the hallway and up the stairs. I closed my door and went directly into the bathroom. Flipping the light switch and standing in front of the mirror, I lifted my shirt up to expose my side.

"Holy shit." I gasped when I saw my side.

A bite mark covered the expanse of carmel skin. And when I say bite mark, I mean huge ass bite mark just chilling on my side. It was slightly bloody, but it looked like a clean bite. I'm no vetrenarian, but I swear that it looked like a dog bite.

I stared at the bite mark for another long moment. I could literally hear my heartbeat in my ears. That's how fast my blood was flowing. I pulled my shirt and hoodie over my head, being left in a black lace bra and jeans. I rifled through the cabinet above the sink and grabbed the rubbing alcohol and cotton balls.

Pouring the alcohol onto the cotton balls, I braced myself. This was gonna hurt.

Grow a pair, Lopez.

Just do it.

I bit my lip and pressed the soft, wispy cotton to the bite.

You know how I said it was gonna hurt? Boy, was I right. The pain was so sharp I had to hold back tears. And I rarely ever cry. Like, forreal. That shit hurt.

I dabbed around the wound and just decided to dump a couple caps of alcohol on it.

Yeah, that hurt too.

I gritted my teeth and finished cleaning it. I put Neosporin on it and covered it with a gauze pad. Once I finished taping it to my skin, I changed into sweat pants and a tank top. I splashed cold water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. Same tan skin, same brown eyes, same Santana. But somehow I felt different. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

I decided not to tell my Mom about the whole incident. It would only make her worry and probably get me grounded for being out so late. I'm sure I'll be fine. And if I like, start to die or something tragic, I can always tell her later.

As I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, the only thing I could think about was what bit me. It looked like a dog, but that was seriously too big to be a dog. And it deffinitely wasn't a bear. I consider the possibility of a wolf. But there's no wolves in Ohio, is there? It doesn't make any sense. But how do you explain the howl I heard? Now that I think about it, the thing that attacked me looked kinda like the black dog-like thing I thought I saw earlier. Could they be connected?

I'm thinking too much.

I rolled over onto my good side and shut my eyes. Soon enough, I fell into an exausted sleep.