"Andy," a distant voice said, shaking my shoulder. I groaned and furrowed deeper under the duvet. "Andy," they said, shaking me harder.

I growled, "Fuck off."

The voice laughed deeply but quietly. "Andy, if you don't get up in five seconds I'll drag you outside in the rain," it threatened.

I snorted. Sure, as if anyone could carry me. I know my brothers won't come in here and neither will my Dad. And my Mum's too tiny to carry me. The only person who could is James but he's probably in a deep, deep, deep sleep right now. Just like I should be.

I snuggled deeper and sighed in content. I was nice and warm. Then someone yanked on the sheets and I became cold. Goose-bumps raised up on my arms and legs. I shivered and groaned, "Ma, go away!"

"I am not your 'Ma'!" The voice stated from right above me. Then I was up and in the air. My eyes flew open and I yelped. That's when everything came rushing back.

Wolf. Running. House. Elena. Jeremy. Food. Fighting. Logan.

"LOGAN!" I shouted as he wrapped his arms round me and carried me out the room.

"What?" he grumbled.

"Put me down!" I shouted as I banged against his chest.

"Fine," he snapped, dropping me. I was airborne and my hands flew out to lessen the blow. I landed heavily and heard a crack. I cried out I rolled to the side. I laid there for a minute, holding my wrist to my chest.

"Andy? Shit, are you alright?" Logan asked frantically. He groaned as he bent over me. "Mom and Dad are gonna kill me!"

He placed a hand on my shoulder and I growled at him, "Get the fuck away from me."

He sighed and ignored me. He went to pick me up again but I growled at him harder. He stopped as I slowly stood. I managed to get up and I turned to face him.

"Why, did you wake me?" I snarled, clutching my wrist and wincing slightly in pain.

He shuffled his feet and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. "Jeremy asked me to wake you up. Breakfast is ready," he muttered.

I glared at him before turning round and stomping down the stairs. I followed my nose into the sun room where the table was piled with food again. I stomped in, ignoring everyone else and sat down in a huff. I was still wearing that baggy top. And that's it. Ass didn't even let me put on pants.

"Everything alright? We heard a bang and someone cursing," Katherine said as she took a sip of her orange juice. I glared at her before looking down at the table. I listened as Logan shuffled in and sat down. Beside me.

"Move away," I snapped.

"There's nowhere else to sit," he grunted.

"Then make one," I barked, glaring at him.

I saw everyone glance at each other, but none of them said anything. Logan looked at Katherine. "Switch with me?" She nodded and slowly stood up.

They swapped and then it was silent for a second before Jeremy said, "Dig in."

Everyone instantly grabbed some food. I rested my injured wrist on my thigh and slowly grabbed some food.

"OH MY GOD! What's wrong with your wrist?" Katherine shrieked as she stared at it. It went dead silent and everyone stared at me.

I glared at Logan and muttered, "Ask asshole over there."

Elena looked at him. "What did you do?"

"She's the one who was slapping me on the chest!" Logan blurted out.

"What did you do, Logan?" Clay asked.

Logan sighed and looked at his food. He mumbled something but even I couldn't hear it.

"What?" asked Katherine, leaning forward.

"I said, I dropped her and she landed awkwardly on her wrist!" He shouted. He glowered at me before turning his gaze towards his food.

"Are you alright?" Elena asked me.

"Why were you even carrying her in the first place?"

I sighed. "It's swollen and bruised. I think it's fractured. I landed heavily on it at an awkward angle."

"Look, I'm really sorry Andy. But you were asking for it! You wouldn't get up and then you kept hitting me and-"

"I. Don't. Care." I said in a deadly voice.

"Andy, come on. I'll take a look at it," Jeremy said standing up. I clutched my wrist, glared at Logan again before I lumbered out. Jeremy led to the kitchen where he sat me on the counter.

He examined my wrist and confirmed that it was, indeed, broken. "Great," I groaned. "Now I'll have to go to the hospital and get a cast."

Jeremy shook his head, "No, you won't. We can't go to the hospital. Our blood is different. Everyone would know that we weren't all human."

I frowned. "So what am I gonna do about this?" I asked, nodding towards my wrist.

Jeremy stood up and walked over to a cupboard. "I'll splint it and give you a sling. It should be fine in a week. We heal fast." He opened up the cupboard and pulled out a splint and a bundle of bandages.

Ten minutes and a sling later he had finished and my wrist was throbbing. It was actually just above my wrist, but it's SO much easier to say wrist.

I could hear shouting from the sun room. Well, I could hear Elena shouting. She was calling Logan an idiot and very many other names. I smiled to myself. Bout time they figured out what he's like. I've only known him since last night and I knew already.

I hopped down off the counter and regretted it when my wrist moved. "Ouch," I mumbled.

"It will feel better soon," Jeremy said as he cleared everything away.

"How do you know all this stuff?" I asked him, leaning against the counter.

"I learnt it when Clay jumped down an elevator shaft and broke his shoulder and ankle," he explained.

"An elevator shaft? What the heck was he doing that for?" I asked wide eyes.

"He wanted to prove to Nick that he could. Showing off, basically."

"How come he didn't break his neck or anything?"

"He was a werewolf already. He was bitten when he was merely a child, so he had the strength, smell and better hearing. He could Change fully."

"When were you bitten?" I asked.

He stopped and turned round to face me. He crossed his arms as he lent against the side, "I wasn't. There are only two other bitten wolves in the world. Clay and Elena. I inherited the gene from my father, and him from his and so on. It's rare for someone to survive being bitten. As you probably know, it's a shock to the system and all things human in your body. You were really lucky to survive."

"Okay," I said, frowning, "Let me get this straight. Only males with the gene inherit the ability to turn into a wolf. But if you're bitten, then there is a small possibility that you too will turn into a wolf. But still, with females it's even rarer." He nodded and I sighed in confusion. "But how come there are no women around then?"

"If a woman is pregnant with your baby, there are two options. Surrogacy, no matter what the gender or joint-custody. If the baby was a boy, then by the time he has his first Change, he will be able to keep it away from the mother. It used to be that if you had a son, you cut all ties and take the baby. If it's a girl you still cut all ties, but leave the baby."

"That is so sexist. Debs would have had a field day with that," I muttered, shaking my head.

"Who's Debs?" Jeremy asked.

I waved my hand. "My best friend. Well, old best friend. She was all for the Women of the 21st century. All about world peace, the environment and animals. Once, I wore these boots to school and she literally tackled me, saying how I couldn't wear a dead pig on my feet. Before I had chance to tell her they were fake leather she had yanked them off and thrown them in the pond. When I became teary eyed, my other friend James explained to her that they were fake and I had been given them by this guy," I laughed. "So she went out and brought me another set of shoes, but these ones were sandals and mega expensive. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I didn't wear sandals, so I kept them and wore them that one day."

I laughed at the memory. Debs and James were my best friends. I'm going to miss them. I shook myself and looked back at Jeremy. "So, what's the plan today?"

"Elena picked up his scent yesterday and followed it all the way to a motel in town," he explained as he walked towards the door.

My breath caught in my throat. "He's here? In town?" I croaked.

He shook his head and my breath flew back through my lungs, "No, he might have left by now."

"Might?" I squeaked.

He nodded and I trailed after him as he headed back into the sun room. I couldn't hear shouting anymore, so I guess that's over. "It's still possible that he's here. But I sent them only on a searching mission. I want you, Logan and I there too. I need you to identify him and if it is him, then Logan and Clay will take him out."

I shivered slightly but shook it off. I looked at the ground as I sat down, not meeting anyone in the eye. Everyone started eating. I stared at the food. It looked real appetizing now I know he might be near. - Sarcasm.

"You need to eat," Jeremy said quietly.

I shook my head and shoved my food away. "Not hungry," I muttered.

I stood up and ignored all the looks they were giving me. I walked up to the spare room and slammed the door. I walked over to the window seat and plopped down on it.

I groaned and slumped down. I closed my eyes and covered it with my good hand. When did my life get so messed up?

Oh right, when I went on that damn camping trip. This is all Minnie's fault. The rest of us wanted to go to Alton Towers for a week. But nooo, Minnie had to get her way. We just HAD to go camping.

I know I could have said no and not agreed to go but in all honesty I needed to get away from my family for a while. It was mega hard trying to do my GCSE's with four older brothers, three of which are WAY over-protective and the last who doesn't give a damn if I dropped dead in the street. My Mum, too, is way over-protective. So it's obvious where my brothers got it from. My Dad's never around, so that doesn't even matter. He probably doesn't even realize I'm missing yet.

As you can see, I needed a break from all the protection and drama in my house. So I agreed. The first few nights were fantastic. James and Debs were there too, so we hung out a lot, gossiping, pranking people, laughing madly.

Then he came. That ass of a wolf/man. Why did he pick me? Why not someone else? Not that I would want this burden on anyone else, I would never do that. Not even on my worst enemy.

But still, why me? Am I special in any way? Or was I the easiest to get? The only female around? What?

And did he leave all my friends, or did he kill them? Are they all dead? Or alive and thinking I left to go home?

I shook my head and sat up, opening the window. A cold, sharp wind blasted through the room and I relished in it. It shoved all my thoughts to the back of my head.

I leant back down and closed my eyes.

I faintly felt myself being picked up and I clutched at the warmth. God I was cold. I was slowly set down on the bed and the covers pulled up. I sighed in comfort and slowly started to dream again. Just before I fell fully into dream I felt something soft and warm touch my forehead. Then I fell.

When I woke up I was lying in bed again. I sat up, startled. How in the world...

I shook my head. Eh. It doesn't matter. I stood up and was surprised when my wrist didn't hurt. I moved it slightly. Huh. Only a small twinge. I walked over to the wardrobe. I grabbed some underwear (why is it all red and lacy?) and a change of clothes, jeans and a plain white t-shirt.

I walked out my room and walked into the free bathroom. I shut the door and turned on the shower. I stripped, took my sling off, unwrapped the bandages and jumped in.

Ah. I love showers. I relaxed and started washing my hair with some shampoo.

When I finished I turned off the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. Damn, are all these towels so short? Yep, apparently they are. They just about cover everything.

I sighed and went to put on my clothes when the door opened. I yelped and covered myself as much as I could. Logan stood in the doorway, gaping like a fish.

"GET OUT!" I screamed at him.

"Sorry, didn't realize anyone was in here," he said, looking at me. Nope, at my body. At least he's not gaping like a fish anymore. Oh wait, yes he is.

"My face is up here, you pervert. Get out!"

He snapped out of, uh, whatever he was in and turned round, all but running out. I finished getting dressed and then stomped out and headed downstairs. I heard voices from the study so I headed in that direction.

When I opened the door I saw everyone I had met since yesterday there, spread out through the room. Clay and Elena were sharing the sofa, Jeremy was in an armchair and Katherine was laying on the rug in front of the fire. Logan was leaning against the wall, arms and ankles crossed, scowl in place. Although when he saw me his cheeks flushed ever so lightly.

I glared at him before leaning against the door jam.

"Did you have a nice nap?" Katherine asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. How long was I out?"

"An hour or two," Elena answered.

I rubbed my eyes. "So, what time are we leaving?"

"As soon as it gets dark," Clay said.

I nodded again and didn't say anything else.

Elena frowned at Katherine. "Are you going to be okay here alone?"

Katherine rolled her eyes. "Mum, we've been over this. I'll be up in my room, with a gun, baseball bat, stun gun and laser thingy. I'll be fine. Anyway, no one is going to come here. Everyone's too scared too since Dad here took those pictures."

"Pictures?" I asked.

"Yeah, Dad here cu-" Katherine started before Clay interrupted.

"No need to look at the past. So what is everyone going to do for the next few hours?" Clay asked, changing the subject. I frowned at him. Huh. Seems like they don't won't to tell me what pictures Clay took.

"Um, do you guys have a computer and internet?" I asked when no one said anything.

Elena nodded. "Yeah, the kids set up wireless for their laptops. I'm sure someone," she gave a meaningful glance a Logan, "would lend you theirs."

Logan rolled his eyes and sighed. "Sure, you can use mine. It's in my room."

I nodded and then it was quiet again. "Can you get it? Or can I go in your room?"

He stood up straight abruptly and said, "I'll get it. You stay here." With that he stalked past me and up the stairs.

"So..." I said, swinging my arms. No one was talking. At all. Everyone was just staring at the floor or the wall. "This isn't awkward at all."

Katherine snorted and rolled over onto her back. Elena smiled slightly and Clay and Jeremy just sat there. Oi. Tough crowd.

"So what's school like?" I asked Katherine.

She shrugged. "You know, like school."

I nodded. "Yeah, I went to a private school. The teachers were always on our case about everything. We had to wear uniform and me and Debs, we altered our uniforms, but technically we were still wearing what was required.

"Blue blazer, navy skirt, black shoes, white blouse and either tights or white socks. So we cut our blazers so they would sit just above our ribs and our skirts were above our knees. We wore purple or green stripy tights and black sandals or heels. I actually wore black trainers. It was funny, the look on the principle's face when we told him we weren't breaking any rules. He was new and had just started. He left three weeks later."

Katherine laughed, "Ah, that's classic. Me and Logan did that too. But we scared off our Maths teacher. She kept picking on Logan, thinking he was dumb because of his size. So this one lesson, she asked him a really hard equations. He answered it and pointed out what was wrong with it, and what she had missed. Then for the rest of the week he pointed out every little thing she did wrong. The following week I joined in and soon everyone in the class was doing it. She retired at the end of the month even though this was her first teaching job."

I laughed and shook my head. "No other way to have fun at school then scare the crap outta the teachers. This other time we had this Latin teacher, Mrs Chapman. She was terrifying. She hates kids under the age of sixteen. Anyway, one lunch time we found a twelve year old crying her eyes out.

"When we asked her what was wrong she said that Mrs Chapman had given her Saturday detentions for two months, just because she couldn't translate a word. We thought it was unfair so we hatched a plan to bring her down. It took a month to get everything and iron out all the kinks in the plan but once we did," I shook my head and smiled. "She hasn't shouted since."

"What did you do?" Katherine asked, sitting up and looking at me with curiosity.

I smiled, showing my teeth, "Scared her instead. We haunted her, stalked her. Made her paranoid. Then just before she cracked we broke into her house and pinned a note on her bedside table with a dagger while she was sleeping. The next day she was completely quiet. Barely saying anything."

Everyone stared at me with wide eyes, everyone except Jeremy. His lip just twitched again. "Oh my God. It's like a female version of Clay," Elena stated.

I frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

"When I was younger I wanted to stop mutts from coming on our territory, so I...tortured one who came to challenge Jeremy. I took pictures and sent them to some mutts. No one's challenged Jeremy since," Clay explained.

This time it was my turn to stare at him with wide eyes. "What do you mean...tortured?" I asked hesitantly.

"He beat the crap out of them and cut them up. But they were still alive," Katherine said as she looked at her nails.

"Whoa," was all I could say. No wonder he's so freaking scary. He kept people alive as he cut them up and then took pictures! Damn.

Thankfully Logan came in at that point and shoved a dark blue laptop in my hands. "Here."

I held it under an arm and nodded. "Thanks. Um, I'm gonna be...outside, in the garden thingy outback."

Jeremy nodded and I walked out to the kitchen and through the back door. Luckily it wasn't raining anymore, it was just a bit damp. I sat down on a wall and turned the laptop on. Once it was all fired up I went online and checked my emails.

Inbox: 9,489

Whoa. I scrolled through them and most of them were RIP one's. Everyone thinks I'm dead?

From: animal_.uk

I'm sorry that we left you on your own. I regret it every day. I miss you loads. School just isn't the same. We had a rally at the mall the other day, but it really sucked without you! Please come back to us soon,

Be safe.

Your best friend, Debs

xoxox

A few tears welled up but I blinked them away. I checked a few others and most think I'm dead, but some still have hope that I'll come back alive. I closed down the screen and bought up a new one. I went on to Google and typed in my name plus 'missing' beside it.

1,000,023 hits. Wow. That's a lot of hits.

I scrolled through some and found a news article. I read it and it stated that I was fifteen and a model student. I'd completed my GCSE's a year early and everyone had high hopes about my future. It said that I had gone missing on a camping trip. Part of my T-shirt and some of my blood was found by the campfire and wolf prints surrounded it. It also said the date that I went missing.

January 26th. And it's been roughly a month and a bit. I checked the calendar. Exactly two months today, actually. Which makes it the 26th of March. My birthday. Oh boy.

I closed the laptop and sat there, staring at the trees, not really seeing anything. Two whole months. I've been missing for two months and most people think I'm dead. When I'm alive and breathing right here in America.

I rubbed my face and sighed. I wish I could see them. I know I can't though. They would ask questions that I couldn't answer. I needed to stay dead to them. I needed to change. I stood up and walked back into the house. Jeremy, Elena and Clay were in the study so I walked upstairs and went to Logan's room. I knocked on the door, but when no one answered I opened it and saw Logan, sat on his bed with a magazine and head phones blasting in his ears.

I rolled my eyes and walked further in. His room was all dark colours. His bed spread were dark blues and one of his walls black where the others were so dark a blue that they could also be black. His bed was queen size, he had a desk, a wardrobe and a bed side table. There were a few portraits on his walls and photos on his bedside table.

I walked over to his desk and put the laptop on it. Then I grabbed a pencil and chucked it at him. He jumped and tried to hide the Playboy magazine he was reading. He pulled out his headphones.

"Thanks for lending me it. I'm grateful," I said before turning back to the door.

"You should knock you know," I heard him say behind me.

Just before I went to close the door I said, "I did."

Then I slammed it shut and headed towards the attic. When I got there I knocked on the door and heard a faint, "Come in."

I opened the door to see a repeat of the pink room downstairs, except this one was purple and lilac. And bigger. Way bigger. It was the length and width of the house.

Katherine looked up from where she was reading on her sofa. "Oh, hey Andy. How you doing?"

"Um, okay. Listen, Katherine-"

"Kat."

"Uh, Kat, I need your help."