Chapter Two

Ten years later

Lily awoke with a start from yet another bad dream of that fateful night. She was breathing very slowly and sweat was accumulating all over her body. She got up to go to the bathroom. As she exited her room she could tell that her foster parent had gotten home from her job because all the lights Lily had left on were now all off. Lily had been bounced from foster home to foster home since her parents death when she was seven. She never stayed anywhere long. She was too much trouble (not that any of the foster parents ever truly knew why, or even the head of the orphanage really). When she got to the bathroom she turned on the light and the faucet knob to cold. Then she cupped her hands to catch the cool water then splashed it on her face. She did this a few more times then dried off her face, turned the light back off, and returned to her room. After trying many times to fall asleep again she finally gave up and put her i-pod head phones on and started to think about her new situation.

Tomorrow you start school again. It's just lucky that this time you didn't move until after the school year ended. I hate going to new schools in the middle of the year it's just so hard…

After a few songs on her i-pod she finally started to feel drowsy and turned it off and decided to get some sleep.

The next day Lily awoke to the smell of French toast and sausage. She got dressed and walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

They always make breakfast for me the first few weeks. They just want to be nice. They won't always want to be though, and over time they will just lose control and assume that I am either insane or an uncontrollable wild child. They don't know the half of it do they…

"I made you breakfast. I hope you like sausage and French toast." Elizabeth said.

Lily smiled slightly and then spoke "Thanks" She took a bite. It was the most delicious French toast she had ever had. And the sausage was so juicy. It was just lucky she had acquired a taste for human food. Any of her family members would have thrown it up… if any of her family members were still alive. After she finished her meal she ran upstairs to grab her back pack. She was almost out the door when Elizabeth stopped her.

"Wait here's some lunch money and the principal called she wants you to meet her in her office right before class." Lily took the money and left the house.

"Okay by Lizzy." She said as she left.

Lizzy? Elizabeth thought. Of all the nicknames in the world she chooses Lizzy?

Outside the house Lily got into her car that she had saved up for wither job from the last town she was in (though three months before she was thrust into another's fostering care she was fired). She started the car and backed out of the driveway. When she got to the school parking lot she immediately noticed the many students getting out of their cars. Though she new they weren't she couldn't help feeling that they were all staring at her. Once she had gotten inside the building her eye's wandered around looking at all the student's art. One piece caught her attention in particular. It was an incredibly accurate painting of a werewolf howling at a full moon. Though it was quite cliché she loved it. The painting reminded her of her mother, Vivian Gandillion. Though Lily was only 7 at the time she clearly remembered that her mother was constantly painting pictures of the pack. Her fingers lightly traced over the painting, then she looked for a name.

That wolf sort of looks like me. The name has to be some where…aha there it is. Lone Wolf by Alexander Teague. Wait a sec. Teague no, it can't be. Teague was the name of that meat boy my mother fell in love with before he found out her secret…

"Mrs. Smith?" The Principal called after her.

"Actually no. I still go by Gandillion."

"Alright. I will be sure to fix that."

Why do they always assume that I'll just use the foster families' name?

"Here's you schedule complete with class room numbers for your convenience." He said handing her the schedule. "We at Oprah Winfrey High School are very excited to have you here."

Sure you are. She thought sarcastically. Every school is excited to have a crazy child enter the program. Like the name though. I've always admired her. It's about time she get's a school named after her.

"Thanks Mr.…?"

"Stevenson."

"Well I guess I'll be headed to my first class then. I just have one question."

"Umm… Alexander Teague, I think I know him. Is he in any way related to Aiden Teague?"

"Yes Alex is Aiden's son."

"Oh…" damn it. "Thanks."

Her first class of the day as it turns out was math class. As she entered the class room all eyes were on her.

I hate it when people stare at me.

"Are you Miss Gandillion?" Mrs. Carrel asked.

"Yeah, that's me."

"Well welcome to class. Normally I would tell you to sit wherever you wanted but…" Looks around the room. "There's only one left." She said pointing to the back where a attractive brunette was sitting.

"That's alright."

Lily walked to the back of the class room and sat next to the guy.

"So what page are we on?" Lily asked him opening her book.

"204."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

"So what is going on?"

"We are reviewing graphing and algebra equations."

"But aren't we in Junior level math?"

"That's what I said, but apparently we have to review it just incase so that the whole school will do well on their tests." Lily laughs.

An hour and a half later the class ends.

"So might I ask whom I've had the pleasure of addressing the last hour and a half?" Lily asked all falsely formal. He laughs.

"Teague, Alexander Teague. But you can call me Alex. In fact I'd prefer it." Lily gets a really shocked look on her face that she immediately forces away.

"Oh."