I was running in the woods. From what, I did not know, but I had a feeling that it might or might not be good. I looked down and saw that I was in a dress. How I came to be in a dress, I had no idea. I didn't like dresses at all.

I could here a small growl behind me and could feel the restlessness of the person, or beast, that had been following me. I could feel the same restlessness also coming from me, well my wolf. I ignored it, however and still I ran. I couldn't figure out why I was running, but I was. I didn't want to be caught by whatever it was that was following me.

The thing got in front of me, and I had to jump back before I ran into.... a very large wolf. Those clear green eyes contrasted from the fact that the wolf was dark as night.

He stared into my green/silver eyes, and I could feel, maybe, love coming off of him, even though I didn't know who the hell he was. He stood in front of me, blocking me from going any further, even though I wanted to get away from there as fast as possible.

I frowned a bit and rubbed my eyes, trying to clear them. When I opened my eyes, there stood a boy around my age. Werewolf, I thought, tensing slightly. He's a Werewolf.

He looked desperate to have me in his arms, but I backed away from him when he opened his arms.

I didn't want him to reach me, figuring that this was some mistake. No boy would want to be kind to me, the pronounced whore. However, here was this boy, trying to-

"Bethany Ann," someone said, breaking my daydream and maybe saving me from a near death situation. "Bethany Ann," the person said again, sounding very agitated.

I opened my eyes, not knowing that I had closed them, while I looked out the window. I turned my head to look at my science teacher, Mr. Lumpkin, who was looking at me annoyed. There was probably a bit of pity underneath the annoyance, but I didn't know why. I looked down at my hands, my long, red hair, falling in my face. "I'm sorry," I said. "I-I didn't catch what you were saying."

The class laughed, but it wasn't funny.

I didn't catch what he had been saying, and I was still agitated about something. I couldn't put a finger on it, but I was sure that my dreams had something to do with the agitation.

"Miss Evergreen, I was just wondering what you thought about evolution and how humans came to be, but since the bell-" The bell rang and everyone started to gather their stuff to go to their next class. "-has rung, I would like you to write a paper on it and have it in, by the end of the week," Mr. Lumpkin called out over the noise.

I looked down, feeling my cheeks turn a little red with shame. What has gotten over me? I thought to myself. I mean I had been a good student, but that kind of went downhill after my 18th birthday, a month ago. "Yes, Mr. Lumpkin," I said, slinging my old bag over my shoulder and had my books in hand. I started to follow my classmates out of the class until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stiffened and turned to see that it was my teacher, who had his hand on my shoulder.

"I need to speak with you," he said. "Alone, please. I will give you a pass so that if you are late to your next class, then they'll know that it was my fault."

I hesitantly nodded my head and let the rest of the students go past me.

A few of them sniggered a little and about one or two flicked me the bird.

It took all of my self control not to lash out at them and show them who was the boss. I walked to the first desk, by the door, and sat down. "It wouldn't matter," I said, my voice hard. "I have to be on class on time, or I'll have to get a tardy pass."

Mr. Lumpkin nodded his head and sighed. He studied me with his knowledgeable green eyes and raised an eyebrow. He moved a hand through his brown hair, looking at me. "How are you doing? Really?"

I shrugged my shoulder. "Fine, I guess," I said, indifferently. "I mean, I got four jobs that keeps a roof over my head, a rusty beat up old pick up truck that still runs, thankfully, and food on the table."

Mr. Lumpkin nodded his head. "But that doesn't mean why you are doing so poorly this school year. You've been zoning out for a while now, and you look restless. Care to explain?"

I bit my lip, like I usually did when I was nervous. I couldn't put a finger on why I was so restless. "I guess I'm catching that teenage disease of being lazy, late?" I asked. "I know it's not Senioritis, or I would just not give a crap about going to work or doing school work."

"But if you don't go to work, then you'll lose your apartment," Mr. Lumpkin reminded me.

I shrugged my shoulder, not wanting to discuss my personal life with someone. I was not anti-social, but I just didn't like people. They mostly think about themselves and forget about the others.  "Can I go now? I don't want to be late."

Mr. Lumpkin sighed and nodded his head. "Of course," he said gesturing, to the door. He watched me while I left the classroom. "I just hope she finds him soon. She doesn't need to fail," he muttered to himself, not knowing that I could kind of hear what he had to say.

Find who?I wondered to myself. Is it supposed to be my mate? Is that why I'm feeling anxious? Dread filled my system as I thought that. I didn't need to think that right now. Not after what had happened to me after my father had left my mother for his mate.

My lips curled, in distaste and anger. And, he left his three year old daughter to a single parent. I haven't seen him, nor have I met him. So, I was pissed at him and then at his "mate" for breaking my family apart.

My mother had not kept from me that I was part Werewolf. The good thing was, I smelt like a human, or that's what one Werewolf said, who knew my father.

I couldn't tell because unlike Werewolves, I had the smell of a human and hearing that seemed to switch between human and then those of my Wolf side, like when I had heard Mr. Lumpkin say that I needed to find whoever I needed to find. I also, had the speed and the strength like that of a Werewolf, so being half has its ups and downs.

I couldn't shift to Wolf form, but I did have a wolf inside me. Her name was Laurie, and she can sometimes take control of my body. When she takes over, the silver in my eyes appear more than the green.

I sighed and shook my head, breaking me from thoughts. Relax, you have one more class, I thought to myself. And then I have to work, I groaned, inwardly, as I went to my next class.

Why was I dreading about going to work that day? I had no idea, but I hoped that it was just my hormones going whack.