3rd POV (Revolving around Werewolves)

Sam –who was currently in wolf form- grunted as he lifted the unconscious boy onto his back. Sam waited until he was asleep to start to bring him back. He was sure the boy –Derek, was it?- would have just walked away if he wasn't as tired as proven.

More importantly, who was that evil girl? She had hurt him and repeatedly told him she was going to kill him. What was that about?

Derek rested on Sam's back as Sam tried not to totter him while running.

Jacob, Sam thought, his Alfa position kicking in. He knew Jacob was on watch with him. So was Seth. But Sam needed help with Derek while Seth told Emily about the boy. Come help me out here. I'm near the boundary line.

Got it. Jacob's trustworthy reply came. Seth piped in giddily.

What about me, Sam? What do you want me to do?

Sam replied sullenly. Go tell Emily we found a kid. He's in bad shape and would you ask if she would help us out with him?

No problem, Sam! For a few minutes Jacob and Sam could sense his presence in wolf form, Seth's thoughts rushing. His thoughts faded and became completely inaudible.

After a few minutes of akward silence, Jacob appeared and jumped down to help his Alfa. So what happened to him? Did you see what happened?

Yes, Sam thought, silently thanking Jacob for helping prod Derek more evenly on his back. He was meeting a girl and-

Oh! Jacob thought disgustedly. Dude! I don't need that image. Seriously.

No, she didn't do anything like that! Sam thought back bitingly. Jacob was silent, waiting for the story. They started running, but ran slowly so Sam could tell the tale. Well... He was meeting this girl –she looked like bad news. Pale skin. Long, white, braided hair. She also had big, red eyes. Werid appearance. She kept threatening him and he didn't do anything when she started to beat on him.

Can... Can you show me? Jacob thought hesitantly. Sam nodded his big, black head and replayed the memory in his mind.

"Don't give me that, Derek!" She snarled, lunging forward. Derek made no move to stop her, seeing as this had happened before. The palm of Renae's hand collided with Derek's cheek. The force was so great Derek was spun by the slap and had landed on his knees, feeling the sap and dew soak into the knees of his jeans. Everything was silent and he looked at the wolf sadly. It looked angry and concerned. Angry at Renae and concerned for Derek. Renae grabbed Derek's hair –which had grown out to the point below his jaw and his bangs fell over his face constantly- and tugged him up. She spun him around and jabbed a finger into his chest. "I was waiting for thirty minutes. Thirty minutes! How long did you plan on leaving me out here?" She gestured around the woods. Derek looked around, simply not getting her point. It was beautiful. The light that loomed in was dim, considering it was early morning, and made the trees look peaceful in their lifetime sleep.

"I think it's wonderful out here." Derek murmured. Renae cackled sarcastically.

"Wonderful? If you think it's so wonderful maybe I should take over the mission and dig you a grave here. I swear I am going to kill you for leaving me waiting! I almost called the director and told her you bailed! You know what she would do, don't you?"

Under his mane of hair, Derek's eyes widened and his breath hitched in his throat. His hands and forhead became clammy with sweat and he licked his lips to keep them from crumbling with the dryness. "Yes, I know."

"Then you should also know what your job is. If you don't then you have no buisness here anymore." She grinned, the light hitting her just right so that a shadow was cast over her eyes and her teeth seemed to glisten. "And I don't just mean in Itex, Derek. I mean I'll kill you. The director told me I could if you didn't follow the plan." She seemed giddy about that.

Leave, before she hurts you, too. Derek prayed silently to the animal. It didn't move. It stared at them.

"Now... one last thing..." She grunted, grabbing a fistful of Derek's hair again ang shoving him forward. This time, he fell without his knees there to catch him. He hit the forest floor with an umph and squeezed his eyes shut tightly, keeping the hiss of pain inside. He heard Renae bark laughter before he heard leaves crunching violently.

After he was sure she'd left, he tried to lift himself onto all fours. He'd gotten pretty far, but his right arm ached in protest and fell limp, making him fall onto his side, his side jabbing into a small log.

Okay, you can stop! Jacob thought pleadingly. He was shocked at this boy. The boy looked like he could take her down. He was tall, muscular –not so much as himself or his pack, but close- and he seemed lethal. But he hadn't done anything when the girl had hurt him. Why?

That's what I'm wondering. Sam mused, replying to the thought even though it wasn't directed at him. But the kid is built kind of like us, he even kind of looks like us! He must have some weird background...

You know what this reminds me of? Jacob thought after a few seconds of pondering silence. Sam was silent, so Jacob urged forward on his thinking. Well, remember Max?

Sam sighed, remembering that odd girl. How could I not? She had wings for God's sake. Definitely weird. But yeah, I guess this is kind of like that...

Jacob nodded in agreement, and Sam grunted in relief when Emily's house came into view. He sped up just a little and carefully walked up the porch. He lowered Derek onto a patio chair with much needed help from Jacob. Seth came out in human form and looked at the boy.

"Hey, is this that kid you were talking about?" Seth asked after they transformed. He handed them fresh clothes and they greatfully tugged them on. Jacob nodded at Seth's question and Emily's voice rang from the house.

"You guys, hurry inside! It's cold this morning!" She called, and the boys all smelled her angellic food. They were about to go inside, but then remembered the boy.

Sam looked at Seth. "You asked her if he could stay at her house?"

"Um..." Seth's eyes flickered to the house. "Be right back!"

Jacob chuckled and Sam rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose for a few seconds. Seth ran back out and nodded vigorously.

"She said yes." He huffed, helping Sam carry the boy inside.

"Oh, my..." Emily appeared behind the boys, bobbing along with a worried expression. "What happened?" Jacob started to tell Emily what Sam had shown him, and she gasped and said 'Oh, my god' at the right parts.

Sam lay Derek on the couch, and right when his body hit the cushons, he stirred. No one moved, all breathing on hold. They watched as the boy rolled over and curled into the couch, wincing in his sleep.

What has this kid been through...? Jacob thought, watching the boy. He looked like a young version of Jacob. Jacob had to admit, he was very handsome.

"What are we going to do with him when he's all healed up?" Jacob looked at Sam. Sam shrugged.

"We'll decide on what to do after he wakes up." Sam said bluntly. "We need answers, first."

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