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Chapter 7:

This wasn't how she imagined meeting Hunter's friends, that's for diddly-darn sure. Talking to the two fourteen year old boys, who currently resided in America, was interesting, the two just as obsessed with the supernatural as she found Hunter to be.

"You said it yourself," The pale, dark haired friend of Hunter spoke. Hunter sat in front of the laptop, while Lillian was to the right of him, where she was just out of view from the camera. Hunter hadn't actually introduced her to them yet, much to her frustration.

Doesn't like me that way, Lillian thought to herself bitterly. She had literally known the guy for less than a week and she was honestly bitter about it? Sometimes she confused herself.

The dark haired, yet incredibly pale, one continued, "She's eating meat, she can hear from a mile away!" Then he flailed his arms, "She can smell like a bloodhound!"

Hunters black friend interrupted the other one, "Dude, your sister's a werewolf!" He shouted dramatically through the computer, making Lillian giggle.

The dirty blonde haired boy sighed, "Maybe she's just hormonal?" The way he said it made the only girl in the room collapse into laughter.

Hunter's friend continued, even though the two did look a little suspicious at the laughter, "There are three ways to become a werewolf. One; you're in the bloodline of a werewolf family, but there's no transformation until the moon's at its highest peak."

"Which isn't until tomorrow night. Which also rules out Jordan." The dark haired one stated, playing with a rubber ball.

"Coming a close second: is the werewolf bite."

"Old school, hard core!"

"But she didn't get bitten." The black friend sighed, "Which leaves number three; infection by the blood of a werewolf." Suddenly Hunters friends had Lillian's whole attention. She swiftly moved behind Hunter, placing her hand subconsciously on his shoulders.

"Sound familiar?"

In unison Hunter and Lillian asked the same question, "How do you know it was werewolf blood?" Although to be honest, Lillian's was a little more forceful and snappish.

The dark haired one, "Hello?" He looked over to Lillian, "I'm Rob by the way." He winked at her, earning himself a scowl and a glare from the boy she was leaning on.

"LB. 217?" The other one nodded quickly at Lillian, "Richard."

"Lillian."

"Lycanthrope blood!"

Richard carried on, "Lycanthrope from the Ancient Greek denoting the wolf-man transformation." He nodded, "Those effects start immediately after exposure. That, my friend, is what you're dealing with."

Lillian leaned down and whispered in Hunters ear, "Are they sure?"

Hunter shivered slightly, "They're the best." He whispered back simply. Hunter then addressed his two best friends, "Great! So, what do I do?"

Richard smirked, noticing their little conversation, "Where's Jordan?"

The girl looked at Hunter curiously and then he spoke, "I think she's getting ready for some dinner date."

"Dude!?"

"Come one!"

"Her date is the dinner!"

"Just hop on!" Hunter whispered to the girl beside in sharply, "We don't have much time!" He sat on an old mountain bike that he found to the side of the large front doors.

Lillian whispered back, "If we die, I blame you completely."

"As long as we get there before my sister becomes the murderer." The ride into the town was fast, one of the perks of living on a hill.

Goran stood silently, looking about for signs of the woman he was looking for. He tucked his hands into his pockets, nervously shuffling his feet as he continued to look for Jordan in the crowd. He looked to the side slightly, before doing a double take on one area, watching intently as Jordan Sands emerged from the mist in a very not-Jordan-like get-up.

The girl in question wore no glasses, but God did she look fine. Her lips were painted red, making them look lush and full, her eyes swept with eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara. Her cheeks weren't as pale as before, she looked almost glowing. Her outfit consisted of leather, possibly faux, and denim jeans. She was even taller than usual, Jordan, the clumsy girl that Goran really liked, was wearing six inch high heels.

Goran felt himself gulp hard, his eyes attempting to return to their normal size. When she finally approached him her voice was smooth, kind of like silk or honey. "Good evening Goran."

Now, to say Goran was a little confused was an understatement, "Jordan, you, uh, look very… different." He paused, looking into her eyes for her reaction, "Is everything alright?"

Jordan blinked slowly, a chuckle raising itself out of her throat, "Oh Goran, everything is perfect. Just perfect." She let out a laugh whilst across the small town square stood her brother and his…friend, uh, Lillian, still on the motionless bicycle.

"Dude, what's happening?" Oh yeah, Hunter was face-timing with his friends on his iPhone, they were truly hilarious for Lillian to listen to, the whole ride here they were in Hunters pocket shouting out 'oh my god, oh my god'. "Did she transform into the beast?"

Lillian shook her head in the universal way for 'no'. Hunter squinted at the two older teenagers, feeling Lillian's hair brush his jacket as she shook her head. "No, uh, not exactly." Lillian had to laugh at the way Hunter was talking about his sister, but unfortunately, the two couldn't be spotted, so she buried her face into his back and tightened her arms around his middle, desperately trying to muffle her giggles. As the two realised the older teens were walking away, they struggled to frantically remove their butts from the bicycles seat. "They're on the move."

As Lillian and Hunter followed Goran and Jordan down the alley, which lead away from the town square, admittedly not very discretely, the two overheard their conversation.

"I don't know what it is about Wolfsburg, I just feel like a whole new person." Jordan admitted joyfully, "You know; strong, full of life. You know what I mean?"

Though she squeezed his arm and looked at him for confirmation, Goran was still slightly confused; "Not so much."

Jordan smiled widely, "It's like everything," she held out her arm (the one not holding Goran's) gesturing lazily to their surroundings, "is possible. Like I can do anything." She eyed a bar above their heads, between two buildings, for running at it, ignoring Goran's protest, and jumping up, before managing to grab the pole and doing some seriously impressive gymnastics.

Lillian stood, her eyes wide, as she watched the formally quiet and uncoordinated girl land, on her feet, completely unharmed. She looked at Hunter, who shared her wide eyed amazement.

"What happened?" The voice from the phone barely recognised with them.

"She stuck the landing."

Hunter shook himself off, leaning the bike against the red, brick wall, before grabbing Lillian's hand and dragging her to behind a wall the jutted out from another.

"What are they doing now?"

"They're dancing." It was Lillian who spoke, her head peeking over Hunters shoulder, him leaning down more to look less obvious.

"Like… break dancing?"

Hunter looked so adorably lost and confused, "No, just... dancing." Lillian smiled softly as she watched the two on a date. Goran was spinning Jordan right before they turned a corner. It was actually really cute.

"It's not dancing, it's luring. Don't you get it? She's weening him from the path. She'll turn him into a Romanian combo platter, with an extra side of death." Okay, cute moment over Lillian thought. They then shouted at the two on the other side, the girl watching as Hunter's friend freaked out, "You have to stop her!"

Nodding frantically, Hunter pulled Lillian along as her locked his phone screen and attempted to sneak behind Jordan and Goran. It was going quite successfully until some crazy man in a long, black coat and hat manhandled Hunter against a wall. Lillian took her chance and tried to pull the older man off, which worked.

"What do you want?" Hunter appreciated that Lillian had removed the gentleman's grasp on him, but preferred to keep her safe, so he pulled her behind his body, shielding her, just in case. "Why are you following us?" Please ignore that body shiver I just had from you saying 'us' Lillian begged Hunter mentally.

The older gentleman once again grabbed Hunters arm, pulling him along (and Lillian inadvertently, as she was attached to Hunters other arm), "Hurry, we don't have much time," his accent was Romanian, so he was definitely from here.

Hunter was getting frustrated, and to be honest, a little scared. "What are you talking about?"

The man shook his hand, putting emphasis on the fact he was talking, "They will come for you! Hurry, you must prepare!" The older gentleman then pulled Hunter close, "I will be watching." And with that he swept away, with the unnecessarily long coat, which sort of looked like a cloak.

Lillian pulled Hunter towards her, placing her hands on his face, checking to see if he was hurt. "What was that?" When her inspection was done she pulled him into a tight hug, "I was literally so scared."

Hunter wrapped his arms around her, "I have no idea."

"Where's Jordan?" Lillian looked around them, but saw nothing but discarded crates and empty alley.

"I have no idea."

"You really like that sentence, don't you?"

"I have no idea," Hunter smiled at Lillian's attempt to make him feel better, but he still looked around frantically. "We better find them." His sentence pushed the two off into the night, looking for his werewolf sister, as well as her nearly dinner/boyfriend.