{{Charlotte's POV}}

I sat bolt upright in a darkened room as I awoke only to collapse back down. My head was pounding, and my body was aching all over. I was breathing hard as yesterday's events came back to me. That girl . . . who was she? What did she do to me? What happened to everyone else?

I groaned as I rolled out of a bed. My feet hit the floor, and I stumbled against the wall to find a light switch. Instead, I found a doorknob. I squinted and blinked as the bright light hit my eyes. The room lite up behind me to reveal the inside of my room. Wasn't I supposed to be taking shelter at Seth's house? I stepped out into the hallway and leaned on the wall slowly sliding down.

"You shouldn't be up, you know," a voice said off to my right. It was the same voice I heard last night. Arms lifted me up to steady me on my feet.

"Thanks," I breathed. I looked up to see blonde hair and dark gold eyes—they looked almost orange. "You look oddly familiar."

The guy merely chuckled. "Just because I have new eyes and a more handsome face doesn't mean should forget me. Although, you did have a case of amnesia."

I furrowed my brow in confusion.

"I'm Drake, Charlotte."

Drake. Drake. That name rang a bell but—Drake!

I gasped as realization hit me. Before he could make a move to go anywhere, I reared back my right fist and punched him square in the nose.

"Damn it! What the hell!" he yelled as he fell back and toppled over the railing, landing with a thud on the living room floor below. Huh, it really pays off to be stronger.

I stumbled back into my room to search for my phone. I only had a few seconds before he was back. I found my phone on my bed side table.

"Charlotte!"

There was only one way out now. I opened the window and jumped without a second thought. I landed unbalanced crouched on my hands and knees. I looked up to see Drake standing at the window.

"Charlotte, wait a second! Let me explain!"

I sprinted to the line of trees, desperate to get away. Where the hell was Seth? How could he leave me with him?

My eyes started to tear as emotions ran through my body. I was confused and scared. Confused as to where everyone was, and why I was left with that monster. Scared because Seth wasn't there, thinking something terrible had happened to him, and because this vampire was chasing me through a pitch black forest. At least I wasn't human, or I wouldn't have made it the first few feet.

"Charlotte! Stop! Please!" His voice echoed from every direction.

I picked up my pace. I wiped furiously at my tears. Crying right now would only slow me down. I couldn't afford to be caught. I was running for my life and deathly scared. I jumped at every shadow and movement. My breathing was becoming heavy and my body still ached, but was gradually becoming worse. My body was telling me I needed to stop, but I couldn't. I was being driven by fear and adrenaline.

Something inside me was begging to be let out. Whether it was for the better or worse, I couldn't tell. The more I tried to hold it in the harder it became. I could tell I was starting to slow down. Damn this aching!

And then something exploded inside me forcing me to stop. A low growl escaped from my lips as pain filled my body. I took in a few gulps of air before I opened my eyes. Somehow my senses were sharper. I listened to my surroundings hoping to hear if I out ran my pursuer. I twig snapped a few yards off. I whipped my head in that direction and saw two glowing golden eyes staring at me. I growled as I took off running again. The pain was no longer there, helping me to could focus more.

The footsteps behind me were coming fast, but suddenly stopped. I glanced over my shoulder to see Drake glaring at me. He was pacing in a straight line. There was something keeping him from coming any further. I skidded to a halt and faced him.

Howls ripped through the air. Three werewolves appeared behind me and walked forward. I sighed with relief. I saw Drake disappear.

Charlotte? a voice whispered through my head. I blinked and looked around. I don't understand.

I looked to my left to see a sandy-colored werewolf staring at me with wide eyes. Seth? What was he doing way out here?

It is you, Charlotte.

I opened my mouth to say something, but the only sound that came out was a whimper that didn't sound human at all.

Sam . . .

I know. Charlotte, come with us. We have much to discuss.

I stayed rooted to the spot. Something nudged my shoulder. I stared into dark orbs.

Charlotte.

Something wasn't right. In Seth's werewolf form, I shouldn't even be able to see almost eye to eye with him. But . . . now I could.

I yelped as a jaw clamped onto my tail. I spun around to see a dark russet wolf. Jacob?

Come on. We don't have all day.

Jacob turned and trotted off following the giant black werewolf, Sam. Seth nudged me forward from behind. It occurred to me as I followed them that I had had my tail bitten. So with that, and the realization that I could see eye-to-eye with them, and the fact that my voice did not sound the least bit human . . . did it mean I was a werewolf?