Here's Chapter 4 :) This all just kind of flowed out, so if it's bad I apologize. Thanks for the reviews! Enjoy :)

I was running through the woods, bare feet padding along the leaves and chest heaving with every labored breath. My legs burned with exertion, but I couldn't stop running. If I did, it would catch up to me. I weaved in and out of trees, cutting across the familiar clearing and sprinting down a hill. I pushed myself harder, picking up speed. I was running impossibly fast now. I jumped over a log and landed with a soft thump, pausing for a milli-second and then taking off again. I looked back over my shoulder. Familiar yellowish-green eyes met mine. This time, with the daylight shining down on us, I could definitely see the body of a wolf-like creature. Yet somehow, it looked human.

It let out a loud howl, echoing around the canopy of the forest.

I took a deep breath, blinked my eyes and just kept running. I knew that I was running faster than humanly possible, but it didn't bother me. I kept pushing myself to run faster. I felt free, and invincible. I looked back in time to see the creature gaining on me. It's shadow crept closer and closer to mine, and right when I was about to turn and get a good look at the creature-

I shot up in bed, well at least I thought I was in bed. My eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the sunlight. It was then I noticed I was outside in the forest. The ground was cold, expecially in my thin, short, cotton shorts and tank top.

How the hell did I even get out here? I've never been a sleepwalker, and even if I just suddenly became one, how would I get outside in the middle of my night without my mom noticing? And am I sleep-driver too? There's no way I walked my ass all the way here in my sleep. That just isn't possible.

But doesn't anything stay in the parameter of possibility anymore?

I brought my hand up in front of my face and clenched my hand into a fist. Just checking to make sure I was really awake. That dream had felt way too real for my comfort.

I pushed myself to my feet and gasped. I was barefoot too. How come sleeping-me couldn't have put on shoes? I know I'm not that stupid. Now I'm probably just gonna have pneumonia. Whatever. I'm probably gonna die from that stupid animal bite anyways. Ugh.

I just wanna know what it was. It had looked so real in my dream. Everything about it was the same, but we were just in the daylight. I wish I could've at least seen it up close. I know it was a dream but aren't dreams somehow connected to reality? Like what if I subconsciously knew what it was and the way my brain projected it was in a dream. That makes sense right?

I shook the thoughts out of my head and began my long walk home.

After I got home, I went straight to the shower. Apparently, I had been out in the woods for a really long time because it was already seven on Sunday. Granted, I stopped to get food and a coffee before and then swung by Puck's to tell him everything and get a ride home. But, still. How long had I been sleeping in the middle of the woods? What if somebody messed with me? Or took pictures? Oh, lord.

My Mom left a note on the kitchen table telling me she was taking another double and would be home when I got out of school tomorrow. Typical.

I washed the dirt and grime off my body and then poured coconut shampoo into my hands. I was lathering my hair up when I heard it.

The distant howl of a wolf.

My hands froze immediately. I could feel something changing inside myself. It started in my stomach and bubbled up through my chest. I could feel my heartbeat speed up and I took a hand out of my hair and pressed it to my chest. My skin was hot. And that didn't make sense because I was in a cold shower. I clenched my hands into a fist like I had done this morning. When I opened them, they were sharp and pointy, the exact same claws that I had seen yesterday in the grocery store.

This can't be happening.

I stepped farther into the stream of water and closed my eyes. But the feeling in my body didn't stop. It was like little ripples of nerve stimulation. My jaw clenched and I jerked my head to the right and then back. My neck contorting and my muscles flexing, I opened my eyes. I gasped for a breath and pushed the glass shower door open. It fell of the hinge and collided with the wall with a crash.

Whoops.

I ripped a fresh, white, soft, towel off my towel rack and wrapped it messily around my body. I rested my hands on the sink and my claws scraped across the granite. I looked up into the mirror, blinking my now yellow eyes.

Opening my mouth, I watched my K-9 teeth transform. They grew out longer and sharper, gleaming white in the bright lights of the bathroom. My ears changed too, and not in a good way. They grew pointed and I swear they looked like fucking elf ears. And that's not even the worst part, fur grew out along my jawline. I looked like Mister Sir from the Holes movie.

I looked into my own yellow eyes and cracked my neck. My blood boiled and all of my senses heightened I felt like everything was slipping away. Not that I was dying, but I felt almost primal. I tried to fight it off, tightening my grip on the sink until my claws actually started to dig through it. I was clinging to something inside my mind, and that something was helping me hold on to reality.

I ran into my room and slipped jeans and a hoodie on, not even bothering with underwear. It was now dark outside. The sunlight faded behind the trees and the moon now high in the sky. I caught scent of something. Something I know I had smelled before, but I just didn't know what it was. I sniffed again and opened my window, crawling out onto the roof.

That's when I remembered.

Tonight was a full moon.

I looked up at the moon. I was losing my internal struggle. Just let go of control.

Don't.

Do it. It'll be easier.

No. Don't.

I closed my eyes and let go. I just gave up the fight. I threw my head back and opened my mouth. A loud howl rippled though my body. It was ear-splitting, but it felt so good. I jumped to the ground and landed flat on my feet. I was scared. So, so scared.

What was happening to me? What was I becoming? More like what was I?

My stomach dropped when I thought of what Puck had said yesterday. Lycanthropy. A Lycan. A Werewolf.

I looked up at my open window and took off into the forest. I didn't stop running until I got to the spot I had woken up in. I just followed the scent all the way here. I stopped and squatted down. I fell to the ground on my hands and knees and howled again. It came out all breathy and wimpery.

I was so confused. I couldn't possibly a werewolf, could I? That's just a myth. Right?

But what else could be happening? There's no logical way to explain this, is there?

I try to rein myself back in, but I just kept getting angrier and angrier at whatever or whoever did this to me.

I stood up, ready to go to something undoubtly stupid, when I heard a snap behind me. In the bright moonlight, I could see a tall stillouhette standing with it's arms crossed. It was concealed in the shadows of the trees. I bared my teeth, now ready to lunge, when it's stepped out into the light.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The mystery person said, stepping closer. Their voice was smooth, definitely a guy. He stepped right out in front of me and took the black hood off his head, revealing a head of shaggy blonde hair. If I wasn't in the situation I was in, I probably would've made a Justin Bieber joke. He had clear blue-grey eyes and super pouty lips. Kid had a trouty mouth. He didn't look like he was any older than nineteen or twenty. He was tall and muscular, well what I could see. I mean, he was wearing a black hoodie.

I sniffed again. He was the source of the familiar smell.

"Who are you?" I said, gritting my teeth in pain. Pain from trying to control it.

"Sam Evans... And I see you don't like the gift I gave you."

Sam Evans. I recognized the name. His family burned in a house two years ago. The whole house just burned to the ground one night. Apparently, they sent Sam to live with his distant relatives in Virginia. And I guess he's back.

And he did this to me.

That mother fucker turned me into this thing. Whatever the hell I was.

I got the sudden need to rip his throat out. Thinking about it, that sounded like a marvelous idea. But I couldn't do that. I had to keep control.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" I screamed, kicking at an oak tree and knocking it down with ease.

Holy shit. Along with super-sonic senses and super speed, I apparently have super-strength. Isn't that marvelous.

I could try to explain the things going on my head, but I don't even think they would make any sense. There was just this rational sense of fear, along with battling the need to rip someones throat out, and this whole situation, I think it's safe to say I was a mess.

"YOU GAVE ME A CURSE!" I continued screaming and then fell to my knees in front of Sam and just started bawling. I couldn't handle it.

He got on his knees directly in front of me and looked me dead in the eyes.

"You'll learn that this isn't a curse, it's a gift."

I scoffed and wiped away my tears. "That's bullshit."

"You know, you have a lot of control for someone who just got the bite." He admitted, standing to his feet and looking down at me.

He cracked his neck and flexed his hands and the next thing I knew, he was looking down at me with green-ish/yellow eyes and sporting the same look as me.

"You'll learn to control it over time."

I stood up and turned away from him. "How?"

"You have to let me help." He ordered, his voice deepening like he was an alpha-male. Then it clicked. If I was a werewolf and he bit me, wouldn't that make him my alpha? This whole thing was confusing. I was angry at him. So, so angry. How could someone do this to another person? Why would anyone ever want this?

"You've helped enough." I snarled, turning my back to him and starting to walk away. I felt a weight press down on my shoulder and turned around swinging my clawed hand at Sam. His fist caught mine and he spun my arm around and dug his claws into the back of my neck. It hurt and I winced as he threw me to the ground. I skidded along it and then looked up at him, gripping the back of my neck.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled, trying to wipe away the blood trickling onto my hoodie.

"Don't worry, you'll heal." He squatted down beside me and handed me a piece of paper. "Be here at four on Tuesday. You're eventually gonna need my help."

He stood back to his feet and pulled his hood over his head, his glowing eyes locking with mine and then he turned and scampered away. I blinked tears from my eyes and stood up, swiping the back of my neck with my sleeve, but it came back clean. I poked around the skin, much like I had when I had a bite, but nothing hurt.

Well, damn. I did heal. And quickly, too.

I looked at the piece of paper in my hands. Scribbled down on the piece of paper was an address.

1201 Whispering Pine Lane. 4:00.

I shoved it into the pocket of my jeans and willed myself to change back. To become normally Santana again. If I could just get through tonight, I would be fine. I closed my eyes and focused hard on shifting back. I thought of important things like school, and music, and my Mom.

My Mom.

She needed me to be me. She needed help and I couldn't help her if I was like this.

I opened my eyes and watched the claws dissapear. They faded back to my short fingernails in an instant. Pain shot up my body in a short burst and the next thing I knew, I was normal me again. No more claws. I brought my hand up to my mouth and inwardly thanked God when I felt no fangs.

So it worked. I was back to me. But for how long?

For the second time that day, I began to walk home.

When I got back to my house, I climbed back through my window and face planted onto my bed. My muscles ached and I was mentally exhausted I didn't know what was going to happen, or what tomorrow would bring. But I knew one thing. I was going to meet Sam at wherever this place was on Tuesday.

The next morning was a blur. I woke up with a hella-bad headache. My skin was still hot. Like I just stood beside a heater for like ten hours. I woke up, slipped into some jeans, a navy blue and white striped sweater and a tank-top, brushed my hair and teeth, put on a navy blue scarf and my converse and went to school.

School was how Walmart was the other day. Alot of chatter and buzzing, but it was almost to the point that I was used to it. I went to my locker and threw my book-bag in it, grabbing my AP-English textbook and a notebook. I smelled Puck before I saw him. It was the smell of cologne and cigarette smoke. It wasn't strong or anything, but remember the whole newly-found werewolf thing.

Yeah, I was trying to forget.

"So tell me how New Girl has been here for legit, five minutes, and she's already buddy up with Quinn and Finn." Puck said, leaning up against the row of lockers and staring off down the hallway.

I turned to face him. "New girl?"

He nodded his head down the hall and I turned in his line of sight.

Quinn Fabray stood in her cheerios uniform talking with Finn and some other girl I'd never seen before. She was absolutely breathtaking. She had long, wavy blonde hair that fell just at the top of her chest. Her eyes, which I could see all the way from here (a perk of the whole werewolf thing), were a vibrant shade of baby blue and they were catlike almost. She had plump, pink lips and a dazzling white smile which she was currently showing off to Quinn and Finn. She was tall and her body was absolutely amazing, complimented by the tight jeans she was wearing. I had never seen someone so beautiful.

I guess I was concentrating hard on them, because I was suddenly hyper-aware of their conversation.

"So Brittany, you're coming to the big game tonight right? Gotta cheer on those Titans!" Quinn's voice filled my ears as I watched her lips make the same motions.

"What are yo-"

"Shh." I said cutting Puck off.

"Big game and then a big party at my place after we win." Finn said cockily grinning and throwing his arm around Quinn's shoulder.

And then she spoke. Her voice was soft and velvety and so sweet. I had the sudden urge just to go talk to her, just so I could hear her voice more clearly. "Uh, sure I guess. I haven't really met a lot of people so it may be a little strange."

"Nah, don't worry. Everyone will know you soon enough." Quinn said smirking at Brittany and flipping her ponytail.

God, I just wanted to choke her sometimes.

"Great, so we'll pick you up after the game." Finn told her, rather than asked her. He then took Quinn's hand and pulled her down the hallway in our direction, brushing into Puck's shoulder as he walked past us.

Brittany, who was watching them walk away and apparently caught me staring, smiled at me and waved shyly. I returned her smile and shut my locker.

"What was that all about?" Puck asked, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at me expectantly. I didn't know if I wanted to tell him about last night. I didn't even know what to say. But I couldn't keep something like that from him. I just couldn't.

"I'll tell you later. But tonight, we're going to a party."

I promise there's going to be Brittana interaction next chapter. This is a slow burner, but it'll get there! :)