YAY! I MADE IT TO CHAPTER TEN! :D As always, thanks for the reviews, comments and guesses! As warned, this chapter will be short.

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I sprang up in bed, breathing hard. I bunched up my hair in my hands then released it and reached for my pendant, making sure it was there.

I had dreamed of The Edison Group. Of them coming. Something about me. It was a brief dream, but I knew it was about me. I shook my head. That's all it was. A dream.

Disoriented, I glanced around the room. The door was ajar. Dazed, I got up, and made my way to it, my pajama bottoms crooked.

I slowly pushed the door open.

Derek, Mr. Bae, Tori, and Rae were sitting at the table, Derek, turning when I opened the door. He studied me, then a soft, almost shy smile spread across his face. Involinterialy, I smiled back.

"Hey, look who's up." Rae said, also smiling. I furrowed my brows, walking toward the table. "How long was I out?" I asked, looking to Derek. He raised his eyebrows. "Well, long enough for Simon to refuse to come out of his room." He said it low enough for me to wonder if anyone else heard. Now I rose my eyebrows. I pulled out a chair and slipped into in, between Derek and Rae.

I looked over to Tori, who looked worn and nervous. She was mumbling something to Mr. Bae I couldn't make out.

Rae sighed. "So," she picked up a mug of what I assumed was coffee. "When is you're boyfriend coming over, Tori?" She took a sip, looking in Tori's direction. I panicked. Tori looked over to me, and gave me a look that I interpreted as calm the hell down.

"He's not my boyfriend. Just a friend." Tori glared at Rae. Rae glared back. "And I told him around twelve." She said in a relaxed tone that impressed me. Derek's hand found my under the table, and he squeezed it. I glanced behind me to the clock. Eleven-oh-two.

I looked around the table. Everyone was already showered and dressed. Everyone but me. I jumped up off my seat, and called back as I hurried toward the bathroom "I'll be in the shower!" I heard Mr. Bae chuckle as I left.

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I wrapped the towel a round me, and squeezed the water out of my re-dyed blond hair. The bathroom was hot from the steam, the mirror fogged up. I slipped on my simple red and black slippers and opened the door, then rushed down the hall to my room.

Once I closed the door, I sighed and started to get dressed.

You need to confront him. He's keeping something from you and its obvious. I thought, pulling my shirt on.

But it can't be that big…I considered. I tugged on my jeans, then buttoned them. I dried my hair quickly with my towel, then brushed it, and pulled it into a clean ponytail.

No. If Derek keeps it from you, then it is big and it does need to be discussed. I nodded to myself, finally putting on my socks. And I thought you weren't going to be helpless anymore?

I had decided this right after the final fight with Dr. Davidoff, the one where for half the time, I did absolutely nothing.

Once I finished dressing, I walked out of the room, searching for Derek, and found him right away by slamming into his chest directly after walking through the door frame.

"Sorry." He murmured, backing up a bit. I blinked a few times, then looked up into his worried face.

"Derek? Can we talk?" I played with my hands, trying to draw attention away from my probably suspicious expression. For a moment, his face was twisted with confusion. Then a wave of realization hit and he nodded, pulling me by the sleeve into the hall.

I took a deep breath, and looked him directly in the eye. "Derek Souza, you've been keeping something from me." I narrowed my eyes, trying to drag it out from .

He sighed. I put a hand on my hip. "I'm not three. I can handle this." I said in a calm, responsible tone.

He sighed again. "I never said you were three, and the only reason I keep things from you is because I don't want you to worry. He crossed his arms.

"Why would I worry?" I got a little louder. Derek looked left, then right, and pulled me back a little further into the hallway. He loomed over me.

"Because," He said slowly, softly, in a tone that made my skin crawl. "Tori happens to be pregnant with werewolves." He stared down at me, trying to find reaction in my eyes.

It all finally clicked. Why Tori had flipped out a few days ago and passed out. Why Derek was so sensitive to Tori's feelings and wellness. But there was a problem.

"What happens during a werewolf pregnancy?" I asked, worry taking over my voice.

Derek lowered his head down to me. "We don't know. That's the problem, Chloe. We don't know how to handle it. All we know is it's a hell of a lot different from a normal pregnancy." He whispered quickly.

I closed my eyes. Great I thought. Suddenly, I realized something and snapped my eyes open.

"Ryan's a werewolf?" I whispered back, looking to make sure Tori was no where near. Derek nodded, his body stiffening.

"Tori doesn't know." I said. I knew it was true. If she did, there was no way she would let him come over today. There would be no possibility.

Derek looked up, like he was calculating a difficult math problem. Then we heard a knock at the door.

We both turned.

"Excuse me." We heard Tori mutter from behind us. I scrunched up against the wall to let her through. She looked at Derek with a question face that followed back to me in a second.

She continued to walk down the hallway. We followed her. She let out a big sigh, then wiped her hands on her jeans. I jogged up next to her, but by the time I reached her she was already opening the door.

I held my breath.

"Hey." A light male voice traveled through the living room.

"Hey, uh come in." Tori invited, rather uncomfortably. The door creaked wider, and a buff, dark brown haired guy stepped into the house. He was taller than me, but a little less than Derek. He was wearing ripped jeans, and a simple blue T-shirt that showed his sculpted muscles underneath. He smiled a kind smile at me, and I smiled back out of politeness.

But none of those things are what caught my attention.

Ryan had the greenest eyes I'd ever seen. They stood out above every other feature.

Just like Derek's.

I turned to see Derek's reaction. He was stiff, staring forward at Ryan with a mask of shock on his face. I couldn't figure out why.

I turned. Ryan was stiff too, glaring at Derek.

Tori didn't seem to notice much. "Ryan, this is Chloe," She gestured to me, and he turned his head, nodded a "Hi" my way. Then he turned back to Derek, the glare returning. Tori swallowed. "And this is-"

"Derek." Ryan cut her off, his voice seeming to deepen. I furrowed my brows. I glanced over to Tori, who looked just as confused as I was.

She opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.

"Derek, you know each other?" I asked slowly, keeping my eyes on Derek. His face was still masked with shock.

After about three minutes of silence, Derek gulped and looked to me, shock not leaving his eyes.

"He's my brother."

Cliffhanger! Sorry guys. So what do you think? R&R!