I look to Greyson's sister, Faye and she looks down to our still connected hands and then up to Greyson confusingly. She raises her eyebrow and Greyson slightly nods back to her. His emotion is serious, the complete opposite of what he just showed me.

Faye's face lights up quickly after Greyson's little nod. She looks to me, happiness evident in her eyes. "It's nice to meet you," she cheerfully says walking over to us.

She was gorgeous, much prettier than I. She had on a black skin fitted dress with a sweetheart neckline showing off her colorful tattoo sleeve. Which by first impression suits her perfectly.

As she gets close enough she smacks Greyson's arm harshly making him release my hand. He growls lowly at her. Again, what the hell is up with all of his growling? But Faye just ignores him and takes both of my hands in hers. "Obviously my brother should've got clothes from me first rather than making you walk around in," she motions to my whole body. "That," she draws out disgustingly.

I like her already.

"It was either that or her muddy clothes," Greyson says annoyed. "Whatever," he turns towards me and I look up to him. "You can hangout with Faye for a while, I have some errands to run. I'll be back in an hour or so." Greyson informs me, to which I nod my head to.

He gives me a quick smile before walking out the door.

As soon as I hear the door click behind him a voice speaks up. "Now let's go, chop chop." Faye tells me pushing me to what I'm assuming is the closet doors.

She steps ahead of me flinging them open. I gasp loudly as I see a huge closet. It's bigger than my room at home. There's so many clothes, shoes, jewelry, and purses. It's amazing!

"I'll be waiting on my bed, and I'm expecting a whole fashion show missy." She says pointing a finger at me.

I salute her as she closes he doors.

Alright, alright. Where do I start?

After 20 minutes of looking I settled on some black athletic leggings that has mesh running all the way up the side, allowing some skin to show. A pale pink, tight fitted hoodie, paired with sneakers.

I don't feel like dressing up at the moment.

I walk out of the closet seeing Faye sat and studying my outfit while she eats a pack of gummy worms.

"I would've never thought to put those leggings with that shirt!" She exclaims happily. I smile back to her sitting down on the bed next to her.

"Is it alright if I have a gummy worm?" I ask quietly because I still don't know if I'm suppose to be eating the good food or not.

"Sure! Pig out for all I care," she chuckles pushing the bag towards me.

Gladly I take a gummy worm from the bag. I relish in it sweetness. I haven't had one of these in forever!

"So Willa," Faye says grabbing another gummy. "How did you and my brother meet?" She questions innocently, my eyes bulge.

"Greyson and I aren't a thing!" I quickly rush out.

Faye laughs at my worried state, "Alright, alright. But I'm still intrigued on how you ended up here."

I look down to my lap twisting my fingers together, I guess no one told her about me. "So no one told you how I got here?"

She sits up in the bed looking down to me, "No?"

Taking a deep breath I start the excruciating story, "Um, I was uh, I was kidnapped. I got told that I was on territory or whatever, and that no one wonders this far out in the woods. But friends and I were camping, and something happened so I just ran." I bitterly laugh looking up to stop tears, "I ran so far Faye. I didn't even know where I was going, I just had to get out of there. I couldn't face them any longer." I feel a tear rush down my face, but I quickly wipe off the moisture.

Faye leans over grabbing my hands in comfort. I don't know why, but it feels as if Faye and I have been friends forever and not like we just met an hour ago. "I was tortured Faye, and I don't even know why. That's why my face is so screwed up because I was hit multiple times. But then Greyson came in after many hours of on and off electrocution, and that's where I thought I was going to die. I passed out right after he forcefully made me look up to him." I bite my lip, finally looking down to Faye.

And that's why I need to leave.

"Willa if I had any idea that was happening I would've stopped it," she says tears evident in her eyes. I nod with her words, disconnecting my hands from hers.

I give her a reassuring smile, "I'm going to go um, get some water. All of that crying made me parched." She nods watching me get up and walk out the door.

I silently thank her for being the closest thing to a friend I have at the moment. Let's take her home, I think.

Sneakily I step down the stairs quietly.

I navigate myself through the massive house, finally locating a door outside. I don't care if I have no idea where I'll be going, I'll stumble across civilization at some point.

I creak open the door, peeking to see if anyone's around. And to my luck there's not a body in sight. So, I run.

Reason number one why I picked out these clothes. They're perfect for running.

I run out of the little clearing made for the house, and straight into the woods that surround it.

I'm free. No one's in sight, the house isn't even in sight anymore.

The fresh scent of the forest fills my nose and I sigh contently. Smells like Greyson, a little voice reminds me. Forget about him, I'm leaving.

Once I think I'm far enough, I slow my pace walking instead of sprinting.

It feels nice being out in the wilderness, smelling the nice fresh air. Feeling the warm sun upon my skin.

I smile to myself , I got out. I got out!

Not being able to hold myself back anymore I do a little happy jump in the air.

Time to go back into town and back to life where I'll see Jack and Addie. Maybe I have mistaken, maybe my ears heard wrongly that night.

Shaking my head slightly I look down to my already muddied sneakers. But then I hear a deep growl next to me, an animalistic growl. I snap my head to where the noise came from and what I see almost makes me jump from my skin.

What I see is a large rust colored wolf standing in front of me. It snarls and bares its rather large teeth at me.

My heart instantly stammers in my chest rattling my whole body.

I've never seen a wolf in person, you know since they're not native in this area. But it's strange how there's one here, now.

It's huge paws stalk to me slowly. I take one step back, and then another. Trying not to make any big movements. But then the next step I take ruins everything. My next step backwards lands right on a giant twig making a loud cracking noise.

This startles the wolf making it leap at me.

He next thing I know is that my back is pressed against the forest floor, and the wolf stands above me.

It's muzzle is dangerously close to my face, as it froths from the mouth. It looks insane, rabid. Holding back it's head I make sure it can't travel any closer to my face, scared it'll rip it off, and because it's breath is horrid.

A blood curtling scream releases through my lips, hoping somebody, anybody would come save me. It's long sharp teeth come closer and closer to my face as I can't last much longer against its strength.

Tears stream down my face as inaudible sounds shout from my mouth.

I look in the beast's eyes finding them cold, lifeless, that looks like they're just staring at their meal. Which I probably am.

The wolf understands I'm not letting it come anywhere near me, so it reacts.

It's eyes travel from my face, flicker down to my torso for a second. It growls loudly again shifting slightly in my grasp until, I scream again as the wolf's claws pierce the skin upon my arm making my hand release from holding it back. Blood blossoms from the claw mark wounds.

The wolf notices the absence of my arm and sees its opportunity. It raises its head in the air ready to strike, I brace for its razor sharp teeth. I wait for the pain that is soon to be my death, but a black flash of a creature takes it off my body.

I pant heavily scrambling back up to a sitting position, to see another wolf. This wolf is much larger than the one that was just attacking me. It had shining black fur, that seemed almost alluring, and it stood almost as tall as my short height.

The black wolf was biting the rust colored ones neck, and it whimpered in pain before the black one threw it to the ground. It snarled deadly towards the other, threatening it.

Quickly the rust colored one scampered off and out of sight.

Clutching my wound upon my arm, I try to stop the bleeding though it has no intention to stop. Blood sleeps through the fingers holding it, seeing the crimson liquid makes me nauseous.

Suddenly the black wolf turns around facing me. My heart thumps loudly as my breath quickens with panic.

Even though this wolf isn't snarling like the other, it's just as intimidating.

I try scooting further back, but the lack of immobility from my arms makes it hard to travel.

"N-no, no-o-o," I choke out in between sobs even though I know the wolf can't understand me.

It stalks closer and closer to me, and I just sob and sob. I can't control my fear.

But suddenly as the wolf is only a few inches in front of me, it lays down abruptly, right at my feet.

I suck in my breath looking at it confusingly.

It whimpers as it slowly rests it head in my lap. I flinch as it's heaviness rests upon my legs.

I don't know what I should do. It seems friendly while it rests with its eyes closed onto my lap. But then again it's a giant wolf.

Breathing in a big breath, the wolf suddenly opens up its mystical eyes to look at me.

They're a deep blue, that holds so many emotions, so much intensity. I swear I've seen them before.

But this is a wolf, of course I've never seen these eyes.

I suddenly wince at the pain running through my wound. Blood won't stop pouring from it, along with the constant pulse of pain.

Then I hear the wolf lowly growl, while it's head perks up to look at me. Which surprisingly the intimidating sound doesn't scare me, it puts me in shock.

That growl sounded exactly like, "G-Greyson?" I whisper.

The black wolf looks between me and my arm until it's gaze finally lands onto me again. It freezes for just a second, before its head moves up and down in a nodding motion. The wolf just fucking nodded!

I sit in shock as the wolf stands up walking to one side of me, where my injured arm is. It softly nudges my hand that's held firmly onto my wound.

Looking to it I do as it motions for me to do and I take away my hand, and blood immediately spurts from the claw marks.

Wincing I watch the wolf slowly starts licking the wound. I cringe and pull my arm away, but it just growls at me. Quickly I snap back into place letting it finish whatever the hell it's doing.

Wait a fucking minute!

Did the wolf nod because it really is Greyson? Or am I just losing my mind and the wolf never nodded in the first place?

"Greyson?" I question the wolf, and it immediately stops licking my arm snapping its head up to make eye contact with me. "Is that-is that actually y-you?"It looks at me for a second longer, and then it starts looking around. It's blue eyes searching the radius around us. Then it finds what it was looking for and runs to a rather large tree behind me.

It stands behind it, and I start hearing cracks and pops. I cringe with each one, what's happening?

The cracks stop, and a moment later a familiar black haired guy steps out from behind the tree with only shorts on.

Again, what the hell is going on?

Greyson runs over to me, going straight to my injured arm.

Without saying a word he places my arm in his big hands examining it. I look to the wound, only small amounts of blood is seeping out of the large gashes. He grabs onto the ragged material of the hoodie that is as good as ruined and rips it. He securely wraps the cloth around my cuts.

But again, why is he here. Why is there no wolf? What the hell is happening?! "W-wh-wh-wh," I try to say but I can't get it out.

Greyson quickly shushes me sitting beside me.

I have to stop myself from looking down to his shirtless torso. I got a glimpse of it after he stepped out from the tree, and let me just say damn.

No Willa! There's something majorly, majorly wrong with him, stop thinking like that. "I didn't want you to find out this soon, or this way," he starts. "But, Willa. Please just hear me out." He runs a frustrated hand over his face before making eye contact with me once again. "I don't know how else to say this, but I'm a werewolf."

Somehow those words stuck in my head tumbling, turning, and changing my brain into mush.

Werewolf? I don't get how any of this is possible, I thought they were just folk tales.

But now that I think of it, it all makes sense.

How I crossed their 'territory,' how Greyson growls all the time, and how I got referred to as a human.

Instinctively I scoot away from him. I don't know what he can do, what he's capable of.

Greyson quickly grabs my hand. By quickly I mean very quickly. His hand was a mere blur to my eyes. But never the less I stop scooting backwards, "Please don't be afraid of me." He whispers out.

It was weird, his midnight blue eyes showed so many emotions. He just gave me a look that made me want to trust him, and I wanted to. I really did, but I knew nothing about what a werewolf is. How dangerous they are.

So, I slowly take my hand from his ignoring the sudden yearn for the heat of his touch.

Pulling my knees to my chest I wrap my arms around them. "How do you expect me to not fear you when I have no knowledge of what you are, what you can do?"

"Just give me a couple of minutes and I'll explain everything. Please, just let me explain this." He pleads looking desperate.

And for some reason my mouth opens without my mind fully cooperating. "Okay," I whisper.