Chapter One- I Didn't Turn Him

Skylar's POV

When we arrived at our destination, I carried Chase to my room with our things. I was completely exhausted. It had been a long night and carrying Chase was a handful. I sigh. My boyfriend really needs to lose some weight. He weighs a ton. I look over at him to find he's starting to sweat. I locked my bedroom door and looked into the supply closet across my bedroom. My mother was a nurse in the hospital so being equipped for practically anything medical was there when we needed it. Right now, I just needed a towel to dry Chase's sweats.

He looked so sick that I was nearly convinced he was dying. Maybe he was dying. Crap. I will never forgive myself if I find his cold and pale body unmoving once I come back to my room. His death would break my heart so much I just know it. Now I was scared to even go back to my room.

When I had the towel, I was ready to come back into my room when the lights in the hallway came on and I saw my mother with a baseball bat. She doesn't even play baseball! Before the bat hit my head, I saw my brother stop it in time. I looked at my mom. "Seriously, I run away for a little over a year and you're trying to punish me by bashing my head up, mom." I accuse of her.

She drops the bat and runs in and hugs me. To tell you the truth, it was kinda nice to get a warm hug out of her. It was really nice. I really missed her and I knew running away wasn't necessary but I couldn't contain myself. I was a new werewolf, where did you think I had to go? Somewhere safe so I couldn't hurt my family.

"Sweetheart, I've missed you so much." she cried and I have to say this would've been a great moment to tell her where I've been and what I've done but I needed to go back and make sure that Chase was okay.

"Missed you too, mom. Look, I'm sorry I left but right now I really am exhausted." she caught onto my lie and nodded, letting me go back to my room.

"It's really nice to see you again, Skylar." Scott called out before he entered his room.

"Same to you, too, bro." I whisper, knowing he heard me. I walk back into my room and see Chase looking as pale as ever. I kneel down beside him on the bed and wipe his face.

He starts to moan in agony. "Skylar..." he moans. "What's happening to me?" he asks.

"Shh...it's okay, you'll be okay, Chase. I'll take care of you, I promise." I tell him. It takes him a while to respond, which was only a nod and when he fell asleep, I decided to make myself at home again which wasn't hard since mom always kept my room clean and fresh even though I have been MIA for months.

When I woke up the next morning, I thought I would wake up to a still pale and sweaty Chase beside me. Boy, was I wrong. Instead, my brother walked into my room and scared the hell out of me. "Skylar, who the hell is this?" he basically yelled.

My head was on Chase's chest when I finally fell asleep last night and it was still on his chest when I woke up to my brother's yell. Chase looked from me to my brother several times before he gave me a confused look. I pulled the blanket that was covering both mine and Chase's bodies. "Scott, what have I told you about entering my room!" I groaned as I sat up.

"Skylar..." he had his overly protective big brother voice now. I hated this part of him. He thought I was still weak and fragile even though I got turned into a wolf way before he did.

"Chase, this is my brother, Scott." I looked at my brother. "Scott, this is my boyfriend, Chase."

The introduction only gave in to more intense staring from Scott who looked like he was going to rip Chase's throat apart. I didn't want that to happen. I loved Chase. Before I could say anything else, he saw the horribly bandaged arm of Chase and assumed the worse. Out of nowhere, Scott grabbed my arm as we headed to my bathroom. Chase sat up and I could see him wince and Scott ordered him to stay there. Scott turned to me with a disapproving look.

"Sky...what did you do?!" he asked me urgently. Honestly, he was freaking me out with his own glowing werewolf eyes. It's been in a while since I've seen someone with werewolf eyes. Being the only werewolf in high school seemed nice at the time when I was in Mission Creek.

I stared back at him with my own. "You think I bit him?" I asked my brother. It was unbelievable. He thought I would turn Chase. Me? Even though I did love him and wanted him to know that I was a werewolf I would never burden him with that kind of life. He was also bionic. What's going to happen to him now? He can't be both bionic and a werewolf.

"Well, what does it look like I'm thinking?" he asked in a rude tone. "One night you're devastated that he doesn't know who you really are so because of your ignorance you turn, lose control and suddenly you find yourself biting him. We don't do this to innocent people, Sky! We're not like the others. You promised. You even swore you wouldn't hurt anyone. I've been here while you ran away because you're too afraid of the hunters. I'm the better wolf here. Not you."

"That's so easy for you to say. Remember, Scott, I was a werewolf way before you ever even turned into one. Way before you or Stiles even believed werewolves exist. I ran away because I was out of control and didn't want to hurt anybody. I'm not in your pack and I never will be. I never will be because you don't have the guts to kill anyone...as a matter of fact you would never have the guts to kill an alpha even if your life or anyone else's life depended on it. At least I'm embracing my werewolf, have you?" I glare at my brother. We usually never fight but since we became werewolves, there has been a slight complication in our relationship.

"You don't know what I've been through." he put his hands into fists. "And you wouldn't kill anyone either."

"Maybe not but I can tell you one thing." I pushed him against the wall and growled at him. "I didn't turn him!"

Scott pushed me off of him with too much force and I skidded to the floor. "Then who did?"

I really wanted to rip his throat out now. Composing myself, I got off the floor and stood up, touching the back of my head due to the pulsing pain throbbing. I looked up at my older brother and stared at him with pain visible on my face. "I seriously don't know."

We both turned our heads to Chase who was again groaning in pain then looked back at each other. Both of us didn't know what to do.