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Rhydian's POV

"Rhydian? Rhydian? Can you hear me Rhydian?"

Bright lights shine in my face, and there are people dressed all in white hovering over my lying body.

"What- What's going on?" I say, still confused and disoriented. A women with dusty blonde hair leans over me, a couple of strands hanging out of her pony tail. She had dull brown eyes, but looks harmless enough for me to be at a slight ease.

"My name is Dr. Jenkins, I'm here to help. What do you remember?" She asks, her voice muffled slightly by the surgeon's mask covering her mouth and nose. She is speaking slowly as my memories return. I'm still in the apartment, but everything is trashed. Well, more trashed than it was before. I'm trying to stay calm but my breathing and pulse are through the roof. My family is dead, they were murdered in cold blood.

"My parents are dead. Oh my god. I saw him. I saw him kill them. My parents were murdered!" I'm shouting now and she looks at me sympathetically but I can tell by her eyes that she is worried.

"Rhydian! Listen to me. You have to calm down, okay. Just. Stay. Calm."

"Shut up!" I yell. Meanwhile, more men are running over to pin me down as I try to struggle, kicking and shoving. My hands are turning black again.

"What's happening to me?!" I cry hysterically, pulling my sleeves over my hands and sobbing into my arms. "Bring Emma in!" Someone shouts. A small woman walks in and I immediately stop struggling. There's something calming and controlling about her, like you wouldn't dare disagree with anything she said.

"Leave us please." She says to the doctors who are still milling around like irritating little insects. They disappear at once - obeying her orders straight away.

"I want you to tell me everything you remember from last night." She commands.

I begin to tell her exactly what happened yesterday, but she only seems interested after I've found my parents dead.

"My vision went weird. Like it flickered slightly. Then my veins in my hands went black and I passed out." She just nods in interest, and remains silent for several minutes. She finally speaks.

"Rhydian what I'm about to tell you is going to seem impossible, but you have to hear me out. Can you do that for me?" I simply nod - what else can I do?

"You and me are alike, we are both Wolfbloods. Last night when you passed out, you changed. You became a wolf. Luckily, one of our kind got to you first before any humans found you."

What? Now I'm hearing things. I must have hit my head.

"Excuse me?" I reply impertinently.

"Oh I think you heard me the first time. And don't talk to me using that tone young man. I'm trying to help you out, but you aren't making it easy." Her steely eyes boring holed in my skull. I give in to my curiosity.

"Is that why I can hear so well? And smell and run."

"Exactly. But moving on to more pressing matters. Last night your parents were murdered, that much we do know. What we don't know is why, and we also don't know if you were a potential target. We are looking for answers, but our main suspect threw himself from the bathroom window. He died on impact." She continued gravely.

"So what happens now?" I inquire. Today has been so crazy I can barely think for myself.

"You will be removed from the area and all traces of you eliminated. That's where I come in. My husband and I work for the WPP - or the Wolfblood Protection Program. So I'm afraid you can't take anything with you, and we will have to take your phone off you in case you attempt to make contact with anyone from your old life."

"Can't I even say goodbye to them? Just quickly; I wouldn't tell them anything I promise. Just let me see them." I beg, whilst handing my phone into Emma's open hand.

"I'm sorry Rhydian but that's simply not possible. Your parents were wealthy, influential members of the community and their deaths will be reported in the papers. You will have supposedly passed on with them. We can't risk anyone knowing you're alive."

"Hang on! Don't I get a say in this? What if I don't want to leave?"

"You don't have a choice." She replies and gets up to leave. I'm about to follow but something sharp jabs into my upper arm. I black out for the second time that day…

Sorry for the late update and weird text problem, but what did you think? Please R&R as always and I'll see you next time