Hayley pov:

I was already swaying on my feet, when he let me go. Everything around me took ages to process. So, every time I looked at something I wouldn't see it clearly the first time.
"Hayley?" Asks Noah. I ignore him, and start to walk all over the place. I had never been drunk, but it felt like I was.
Around me, the birds stopped chirping, and everything went silent. It felt like one of those times, when you have a really good dream, and then it goes bad. You get frightened, and wake up with sweat piled on your back.

A different sort of growl escapes from the trees, and it was the only thing I could hear.
Pretend you care. Hisses a voice that seemed vaguely familiar. It had a hint of Alec's voice, but it was different. It was more rusty, and much more husky.
What are you waiting for? Go! Demands the voice. I step towards Noah, but fall flat on my face. Noah helps me get up, at first, but I get away from his gestures.
"So... when's my birthday?" I ask, as I put a hand on his shoulder. He looks at me, and smirks.
"March 23."
"How old am I?"
"17?"
"Nope. 16." I say, trying to joke with him. It was hard to joke when your whole word is spinning, and you can't tell where things actually are. Eventually my world slowed down, and the main things began to focus.
Pretend you know stuff about him. His birthday is August 6. Go, Hayley. The voice was getting louder, and louder making me get a slight headache.
"Isn't your birthday, like... I don't know... August 7?"
"Sixth." He says, a smile appearing on his face. I roll my eyes, and look at the ground.
Tell him something about yourself! Yells the voice. I look around me, and see no one is there. Where is this voice coming from?
"I love... the colour blue. It brings out-" I stop myself, and think about what I was going to say. It brings out my eyes. No. I am not saying that.
"It..."
"Hayley?" Asks Noah. I look into his eyes, and see he's looking down to the ground.
"Yes?" I ask, like I was a little kid getting told off. But instead, I was a little sister getting told off.
"Why can I smell other werewolves?" He asks, his voice getting more aggressive. What the heck is a werewolf? A wolf, that doesn't know where it's going?
"What's a werewolf?" I ask, looking at him in confusion.
"You don't know? YOU DON'T KNOW?" He yells, letting go of all his support he was giving me. I fall to the ground, and see that Noah wasn't the same. His eyes had turned an orange colour and they were getting darker. His eyeballs were huge, and his jaw was flexed.
"How can you not KNOW?" He yells. I scoot back, getting further away from him. He just follows me, and makes me get up. I try and look intimidating like him, but it doesn't work the slightest.
"WHY DON'T YOU KNOW!" He yells. I keep walking backwards, until I hit the back of a tree.
I didn't know what made him so angry, but I wanted to be alive, so I could call the police. If he killed me...

He never got the chance. He was ripped away from me, and was lying on the floor. A big wolf comes out of the shadows, throwing Noah away from me. It didn't look like a normal wolf, because when it snarled his canines would go over the top of his lip, and hang over. And the size was probably 2 real wolves combined together. Each hair, you could see, and every step it would take, left a paw print on the ground.
The wolf, pounced onto Noah, making me scream. I hated death because it always made me think about my parents, are they dead?
Noah wasn't 'Noah' anymore. He turned into a wolf just like the other.

Seeing wolves fight, was scary, so I looked away. I was a faint hearted person, and I couldn't look anymore. No matter how hard I pushed my finger on my ear, it couldn't block out the noise that I hated most. Crying for help. I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. I wasn't that sort of person.
"Hey!" I grab a pebble, and aim it at Noah. I hit him on the third try, and he looks at me. I start to run, and Noah follows me. He was barking at me, and I had to gain my pace, so much. I knew I couldn't out run a wolf. But I need to try.
"Hayley!" Yells a man, that I remembered vaguely from when I woke up and they were all fighting. The man who hated me,Just tried to save me? What world am I living in?
He had brown hair, but it had the slightest blonde at the ends, and he had green eyes. I couldn't help but notice he had scratch marks everywhere on his body. Were they from Noah?
Noah stopped and literally looked around him, confused.

This was crazy. And it was only going to get crazier.

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What did you think? Is it okay? I think it's bad... but I am trying to update as much as I can because school is started tomorrow *gives out a defeated sigh*. Anyway, there might be slow updates after tomorrow.
Lots of Love,
~Lily~