Liam came toward me.

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I crouched down, hiding behind the bushes. It wouldn't help, he knew where I was. But I couldn't help but try, even though it's over. No one was gonna come and rescue me now. And if I died, I doubted Mom would help me. Derek was unconscious (and I hoped he was), Ramon was dead, and the place was deserted. I was on my own. Me and a werewolf. The odds?

Not promising.

He came closer. The pain on my arm became excruciating. I tried to focus.

"Hey there cutie. Alive, aren't you? Excellent. Now we can have some fun before I send you off." He barred his teeth.

I could hardly hear him. My arm hurt so bad.

He grabbed me by my arm. The arm that stung, that was grazed by a bullet, and had stitches. I screamed.

"Shut. Up!" he said. He dragged me toward the van. My arm burned and made my stomach my stomach twist and turn. It was just a cut for heaven's sake! Why was it doing this to me?

I screamed and shouted. It was hopeless, I knew that, but I wasn't giving up that easily.

Liam kept swearing at me, saying that if I made one more sound he'd make it worse. I shut up, and thought hard. I needed a solution… fast.

I took out my switch-blade, struggling to hold it steady. It took a while to aim it right, it was funny that he didn't notice, and I jammed it through his hand.

He threw me to the side, cursing and swearing. Scarlet leaked from his hand. I looked away, and focused on breathing. My arm throbbed, stomach giving away what was left of dinner. The sick smell just made everything worse.

I couldn't stand the pain any longer. And Liam would come for me again, once the bleeding stopped.

Which would be soon.

"DEREK!" I screamed. Maybe, even if it was a slim chance, he would hear. "DEREK!"

Liam started toward me. His face was twisted with anger.

"DEREK!"

Then I saw him. Derek burst out of the van. He had no shirt and was down to his boxers. Changing time. Oh no.

"Chloe?!" He screamed. He sounded like he was crying. What? Derek didn't cry. Well, maybe he does, but what was wrong? "Chloe!" He bolted toward me.

I felt so stupid, laying there on the ground. I tried to get up, and reached for my knife.

I heard a growl. Liam went for Derek, who was braced for impact.

They fought.

It was a lot more grueling than the last one, poor Derek was already in pain. I had to help him. I didn't want to be the damsel in distress, I wanted to be the knight in armor. I tried to get up.

My arm screamed in protest and I winced. But that wasn't important now. I still had my knife, and realized what I had to do.

Kill Liam.

Don't back down now! You want to do this, so do it!

I did want to, and now I had to. But I couldn't. To take someone's life? Even if it was Liam, I couldn't do it. I-

A howl broke my thought. Derek stiffened, back arched. Fur broke through his skin. Face changing, limbs shifting. Liam just starred at him with a smile on his god damn ugly face. He was enjoying Derek's pain.

That jackass!

I sprung toward him, eyes on the prize, switch-blade pointed at him. I dug the point into his back, deep enough to hit his cold heart. He made a small squeal, and fell dead on his back. His ghost drifted away, hopefully on its way to HELL.

Then I pushed his bloody body aside, shaking. My switch-blade was still wedged in his back.

I killed a man.

I felt like I was going to barf, but my stomach was empty. I felt dizzy.

I killed a man, I killed a man.

Human Derek was gone now, and a black wolf was in his place. I gave a shaky smile, salt water trickling down my check. He wiped it off with the back of his paw, and I swear I saw him smile.

"See, I told you you weren't dangerous."

He made a sound that I assumed as a laugh. I laughed with him, my wolf friend.

He tugged at my sleeve, and pointed his nose toward the deserted truck stop. I nodded and followed him.

Derek got a piece of card board and signaled for me to lie down. He looked at me for a second, and headed outside to the bushes.

'Where are you going?!" He didn't stop so I followed after. He went into the bushes and howled. I froze and waited. A raspy voice spoke after a while, "Uh, Chloe, I'm going to need some clothes…"

I blushed so hard I'm sure my cheeks would burst. "I-I think there in the v-van"

"Yeah, do you mind? There're some new clothes Liam brought for himself." I didn't have to say anything.

I went and got his clothes.

I put them outside the bushes and headed to the truck stop. I waited in the same place.

About five minutes later he came. He sat down next to me and looked at me for what seemed like forever. I looked down at the ground. " You okay?" he asked cautiously.

"Yeah." I couldn't think of anything else to say. So much happened in just one night.

"I thought…" He paused for a second, and I looked into his eyes. I could've sworn they were watery, but it was hard to tell in the near darkness. "I thought you were dead."

"I'm fine, it's just my arm.." He lifted it carefully toward the moonlight so he could see. "No…" he whispered. "No!"

"W-What-t?" It couldn't be that bad.

"Chloe, Liam… he…" He looked at me and stood up. "He bit you."

"W-what?"

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