A/N Well, here's the second chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Darkest Powers.

Chloe's POV

There was nothing I could do. I hated feeling this useless, but unless a dead squirrel could get Ramon to let go of Simon's arm, I was. Completely and utterly useless. My eyes filled with tears as I looked at Simon, blood dripping down his arm in a thick, steady flow. I was startled by the sound of quiet breathing behind me, and I wheeled to find a pair of emerald green eyes. 'Finally' I thought. It was Derek. I was about to tell him how happy I was that he was here, but he dashed around me and ran towards Simon and Ramon, a loud growl escaping his throat. He leapt into action, his hands finding Ramon's throat. I heard a yelp, and Ramon was thrown backwards.

Simon fell to the ground, writhing in pain as his blood seeped onto the surrounding grass. I rushed over to him, cradling his head in my lap. His eyes were closed, but his eyelids were fluttering, and I could tell that he was struggling to keep conscious.

I threw his un-injured arm around my neck, and glanced at Derek. He was struggling to keep Ramon pinned to the ground, and I couldn't help but think of how out-matched he was. He was fighting a wolf. With teeth as long as my thumb and claws as sharp as knives. But I caught the look of determintation in Derek's eyes, and I remembered that he too was part wolf, and even though he lacked the teeth and claws at the moment, he was driven by what I knew he would classify as failure. Failure to protect his brother. His best friend. Even so, I hoped he would run if he had the chance, and I knew he wouldn't do that if me and Simon were still there.

There was still one thing stopping me, though. Liam was gone, and I knew he couldn't be far. Hopefully he would leave us alone. Gathering up all the strength in me, I tentatively pulled Simon along. I dragged him over a twig, and I heard a soft moan. It would have been better if he went unconscious. I swallowed my guilt and kept going. I pulled him until I was sure I couldn't hear the growls and yelps of Derek and Ramon fighting, and I gently set his arm back down. His eyelids weren't fluttering anymore. I rushed to check his pulse and heart-beat. Thankfully, he was still breathing.

I picked up his arm again, and looked around to find any indication of where I was going before I stopped. I couldn't see anything but the faint moonlight shining down on the trees. It was only then did I realise that I had no idea where the house was. Perfect. I considered climbing a tree, but quickly ruled out that possibility, because that meant leaving Simon alone on the ground. So I dragged him into a bush and squeezed in with him.

After about two minutes of just sitting there, I began to drift off, but quickly snapped my eyes open again. It was late, probably around midnight. I wondered if Tori noticed we were gone. I mean, it was sort of hard to miss. Simon normally bugs the living daylight out of her. And it wasn't hard to notice Derek missing, either. I sighed, and re-adjusted myself. If she had noticed, she wasn't doing anything about it.

"Nice hidin' spot, cutie." Liam's voice made my blood chill.

"L-l-leave me alone, L-liam." I stuttered out, only to be met with a smirk.

"Or what?" he teased. I squirmed, incredibly uncomfortable. That's when I saw the floating rock. It flew at Liam's head with record speed, and he fell to the floor, unconcious. I looked back at the rock, and realise that there was a person holding it. Well, a ghost. Liz.

"Thanks." I said to her. She just nodded, and shot a concerned look at Simon, reminding me why I was here in the first place.

"I'll explain later. Do you know which way the house is?"

She nodded. "Follow me."

I draped Simon's arm around my shoulder once again. Once I was out of the bushes, Liz walked in front of me, scouting the way while leading me to the house.

Once we reached the house, I rushed Simon inside, but not before genuinely thanking Liz. I found Andrew in the kitchen, and quickly told him what happened. He quickly took Simon up to his bedroom, and shooed me away when I followed. So I went back to my room, feeling guilty. I know it wasn't my fault that Simon stepped in front of me, but I can't help but think that if I had been less cowardly and moved out of the way, Simon would still be safe. I had to tell myself that he probably would have ended up injured anyway, even if I didn't believe it. I flopped onto my bed, feeling exhausted and drained. I told myself to calm down, that Simon would be okay. And part of me believed it. But it was the same part that instantly believed Derek when he shoved the word necromancer in my face. It was the same part that fell for the doctors' lie when they told me I was schizophrenic, even though all the odds were against it. It wasn't the rational part of me.

"Back so early?" Tori's voice was full of sarcasm, and it snapped me out of my thoughts instantly.

"Huh?" I asked, glancing at the darkness outside of the window.

"Where have you been?" she demanded.

"I-"

"Do you know how worried I was?!"

"Tori, Simon an I-"

"I don't care what you and Simon were doing! You should have been home HOURS ago!" I felt my cheeks heat up as I realised what she thought I was about to say. I was

thinking about telling her what actually happened, but I could tell that she didn't want to be interrupted, so I let her continue.

"I thought something horrible happened to you! No offense, but Simon isn't that much protection, and you surely can't stand up for yourself-"

"I can so!"

She snorted. "Not counting this time, because you know I wouldn't hurt you."

I muttered something about not being so sure, and she punched my arm playfully.

"See?" I pointed out, earning myself a glare. Realising that she was done telling me off, I started my story.

"There were werewolves."

Her head snapped up. "'What?!'"

"Derek and I bumped into them once. You and Simon were on the bus. We got off because he had to Change, remember?" She nodded. "Well, they showed up again. Simon, well, he was being Simon, and they got really annoyed. One of them was a wolf, so he attacked us."

Her eyes widened. "OMG! Are you okay?!"

I nodded. "But Simon...got bitten. He passed out."

I was shocked to see genuine concern flash in her eyes.

"Where...where is he now?" I could tell by her voice that she was scared I had left him behind.

"With Andrew." I said quickly, and she breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing for a moment before the concern danced in her eyes again.

"What about Derek?" My jaw almost dropped. I guess she must have seen my reaction, because she quickly changed her expression to her normal one- an expression that said 'Mess with me and you're dead'. "I have a heart, you know." she snapped. I nodded.

"He was fighting the wolf. I think he'll be fine, though."

Satisfied with my answer, she settled on my bed beside me.

"Well, I know now is really not the time, but I have to know. Other than all of that, how'd it go?" her eyes gleamed with amusement.

"How'd what go?" I was confused. Simon's bleeding about a gallon a minute, and Derek's fighting with a wolf. The night actually couldn't get any worse.

"Your date! How'd it go?" I had completely forgotten that I was on a date with Simon before the whole episode took place. I had also completely forgotten that he practically broke up with me, claiming that I had feelings for Derek.

"H-h-he broke up w-with me." I mumbled, barely pronouncing the words properly. Unfortunately, Tori still caught them. I had expected her to laugh, though. Ask me if I was really that bad to be around. Tease me. But she didn't. Insted, she looked at me with sympathy, yet another emotion I never thought Tori was capable of showing.

"Why?"

"Um...well..." I stalled.

"C'mon, Chloe. You can trust me."

"W-w-well, he t-thinks t-t-t-that I like D-d-der-"

"DEREK?! He thinks you like Derek?!" She looked at me, and her expression changed from outraged to incredibly shocked in a split second.

"What?" I snap.

"You do." she said, her voice barely audible. She grinned widely, and I was on the verge of asking her what on earth was so funny. "You do." she says, louder this time.

"'What?' No! I-I-I really d-don't."

She smirked. "Sure you do."

My cheeks flamed out of embarrasment as well as anger. She just laughed.

"Tori! I-"

I was interrupted by a gentle knocking at the door. Both me an Tori jumped.

"Who is it?" she called.

"Andrew." a voice called back.

"Come in. It's open."

Andrew quietly opened the door, and wordlessly sat on Tori's bed, opposite us.

"H-h-how's S-simon?" I ask.

"Well, he's concious. He's asking for you, actually. You can go see him afterwards." His face hardened. "But there is some bad news." He paused, but no one said anything, so he continued. "You see, when a werewolf's saliva gets into your bloodstream..." he trailed off, probably hoping one of us would finish for him. Tori was getting impatient. However, those words did remind me of something. When Derek was cleaning the blood off of me. Liam's blood. He had said that if I got the saliva in my blood stream...No. That's not possible. Derek was confused.

"What's wrong with Simon?" Tori demanded, her voice full of anger. Andrew turned his gaze to her, full of sorrow and sympathy.

"He...he's a werewolf."

A/N Pleeeeeeeeeeease review! I'm begging you! Constructive criticism would be nice too, just please don't be too mean about it.