A/N: I'm sorry, it's short but I figured it was better than nothing. I've been really busy with a drama production and have had literally zero time to think of anything else but hopefully I'll have more time to write now it's over. Thanks for sticking with me and please Favourite/Review.

Twenty-Four's POV

Moonlight's the only source of illumination in the clearing. It casts strange shadows on the long grass, damp with dew - the water droplets shimmering in the ethereal light. I have to squint a little to see her, but she's there; standing on the other side of the clearing, leaning against a tree as she admires her nails with a bored expression. Her long, dark hair is pinned into a low braid which falls down one side of her head. She's beautiful. I hate her for it.

She looks up as I approach - her brown eyes reflecting the sky, over cast by the shadows of the trees overhead. A small smirk flickers across her face and I narrow my eyes at her.

"Let's make this as quick as possible, agreed?" I sigh, taking my blade and running it through my fingers - feeling oddly satisfied when she stiffens a little as the silver reflects the moonlight.

"Couldn't agree more," She says in a soft, drawling voice. God, she's so beautiful. God, I hate her so much.

She kicks off of the tree she's leaning against and walks forward, hips swaying. She's wearing tight black jeans and a black lacy top under a leather jacket. Her subtle make-up is flawless to the point, only one who knew her well would know she was wearing any at all.

"So," She walks around me in a circle, looking me up and down from head to toe. I shiver a little under her stare, "How have you been?"

"Stop the niceties. We have a job to do," I say harshly. Clenching my jaw, I turn around and cross my arms across my chest. "And I want to get it done as quickly as possible, so I can go home and never see you again."

"Home? What, the New York Institute?" She laughs. "Please. You don't have a home. You never needed one. You're a lone wolf."

"Coming from the werewolf who's never had a real family, and never wanted one!"

"I wanted you!" She cries and then she falls silent - her dark eyes dropping to her feet as she clenches her hands into tiny fists at her sides. "But you had a family."

"Had being the choice word there," I spit. "Because of you, my parents and little sister are dead."

"You still have your brothers. Don't feed me bullshit about how you have no family. You don't know what it's like to be alone," Her eyes shine and a wave of guilt washes through me, but it's quickly replaced with anger.

"And you don't know what it's like to lose somebody you love."

"I lost you," She snaps, a tear rolling down her cheek which she brushes away. "I'm not the monster you think I am. I might be a werewolf, but it doesn't change the way I feel about you."

"Jordan still loves you," I say in monotone.

She shakes her head with a scoff. "Since when have you cared about Jordan Kyle's feelings?"

"I don't. But maybe he's better for you." I stare at the ground and grit my teeth, "You are the same species after all."

"I wouldn't want to be with him anyway. He killed Rosalind, and you know I loved her like she was my own sister." She digs the toe of her black combat boots into the earth beneath our feet. "You're scared. You're scared of werewolves because they remind you of what happened. But Jordan lost control; it happens. And I'm sorry that I was the reason behind it, but you cannot ignore my feelings for you because of it."

I look up at the sky and shake my head, clenching my jaw. "I can't ..."

She nods her head and bites her lip. "Perhaps we should re-schedule for a week's time." She looks down, "I think we both need to clear our heads a little."

"Same place?" I ask quietly and she murmurs a small 'yes' back. "Okay. I-I'll see you then.." Pushing my fingers through my hair, I turn to leave - freezing when a small hand is placed on my back.

"Kiss me," She whispers as I turn my head to watch her in my peripheral vision. "Please."

I turn around completely, looking down at her and slowly bringing my hand up to brush my thumb across her cheekbones. She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she turns her head to kiss my palm - sighing softly.

"I can't. I'm sorry," I whisper, letting my hand fall from her cheek before quickly turning on my heel and walking away - telling myself not to look back.

(A/N: Figured out who he is?)

Indie POV

I knock. I wait with bated breath.

"Come in," he calls in his gruff, husky tone. I swallow the lump in my throat, moving my hand to clench around the door knob and turning it - taking a shaky step forward as I push the door open.

"Do you mind?" I say softly, poking my head round the door and biting my lip as he looks up at me. He nods and I enter.

He's lying on his bed, a book rested on his chest which he quickly shuts and chucks on the bedside table when he sees me.

"C-Can I help you?" He asks, sitting up and then doing the most adorable thing: blushing. Nathan has a hard exterior, one that only his family and myself can see through. Since his sister's death, his aggression and stand-offish nature has only got worse, but I know his kind side. And I fear that I'm the only one now who can find it.

"No, I-I just wanted to talk." I sit down on the edge of his bed and look down at my hands - the green tinge of my skin not so obvious in the dim light of his room. "I-I got your text."

He nods and tentatively moves his hand to the small of my back. I freeze. "I meant it .." He whispers and I turn to look round at him.

"I meant it too," I say as he moves his hand up to pin a piece of hair behind my ear - his touch making the hairs on the back of my neck raise as a shiver runs down my spine. His actions are cautious, almost anxious, as he moves to cup my cheek and brushes his thumb over my cheekbones. "Are .. are you scared?" I whisper.

"Terrified," He replies, and then he kisses me.

It feels right.

It feels good.

It feels like coming home.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed Indie and Nathan's little scene here. I hope to write more for them but maybe they'll just have outtakes at the end of the story. Debating over who will be alive at the end of this story .. that's a bit of a grim thought. Have a nice weekend!