Hunted

Who are you and what's with the pudding?

wazzup peoples? Oh, um dedicated to Gwen133 because shes one of four of my fans... Luv ya gurl!

Chapter 2

Previously on Hunted:

I don't see anyone, so I shrug and pretend to relax, faking letting my guard down. There's no one here, but you can never be too careful. I growl and walk silently through a tunnel conncted to the cave, hoping to find my brothers. Or looking for danger. Whichever you prefer. Come out come out wherever you are...

I will find them. All of them, good and bad. Anything it takes and... ooh, pudding! Chocolate! I grab it, then look up at the sound of a cough. Oops.

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I don't think that was a good idea... Curse chocolatey goodness, I think to myself, with my eyes closed.

"I believe that's mine." The eerie voice calls out. Oh crap. I open my eyes and stare into rich cocoa brown ones, somehow vaguely familiar... It takes all my strength to look away. I look at him again, careful to not look at his face until absolutely necessary. He wears a dark shirt, though I can't tell what color since it is dark in this damp, remote cave. It is almost skin tight, showing corded muscles that threaten me. I notice he is wearing average everyday jeans. Huh, not what I'd think a criminal would wear... Unless... Nope he's a criminal. After all, why else would such a cute guy just happen to be in a dark and mysterious cave? Plus his black combat boots that are a little muddy, are just like the clearing! I gasp, my eyes flicking back up to his and away again in a second.

I step backwards, trying to think of an escape route, and realizing that I don't know this cave well enough and he does. This whole mess reeks of one thing. A Trap. Double crap.

I cock my head, trying to figure out what he meant, then look at my hands and see the pudding. I glare at it, then my stomach churns as it growls. I shrug again and open it.

"Ahem." I freeze, realizing that I forgot about him. He looks pointedly at the snack, his eyes sparkling and his perfect lips smirking at me. Gosh, how much I hate the smirking. Unless I am the one doing it... Arg! Focus! I growl at myself. He chuckles, and I realize he heard me growl. WTF

A/N: By the way, when I say WTF it means what the futch. Don't be dirty ;)

"Who are you?" I spit out.

"Ooh, feisty. Careful, I bite too," He laughs, and I narrow my eyes at him. I search his eyes, and notice his wolf is just below the surface. Is he crazy? Does he even know how dangerous it could be to shift in a cave?

"Excuse me? I said, Who are you? And what do you want with my pudding cup?" I add.

"Uh, first off, that was mine, but if you want, we can share it..." He waggles his eyebrows suggestively. I

glare at him and roll my eyes.

"FUTCH no! Where's my brothers?" I half shout, struggling inside to remain strong and defiant. On the inside though, I'm freaking up a storm, my concience whirring and spinning in circles as it tries to find a way

out, while simultaniously sizing him up to see if I could take him or if I should run. Although I think my best

bet would probably be in the latter option.

"Shhh! Do you want to arouse the guards? Somehow I don't think so," He says holding his hand on my mouth. I misjudged the distance between us, and such a mistake could prove fatal. My breath hitches as his scent washes over me. He smells like the river near my hideout and wood, like he's been in trees, and something I can't quite explain. My nostrils flare at the strange unfamiliar scent. I gasp as I realise how close I let him get to me, and shove him back before he can hurt me. I roll my eyes and scoff.

"You dont care about me. I dont even know why youre still here, let alone why I'm here. You should have killed me by know, or captured me, or I should have run off to find my brothers. And speaking of them... WHERE THE FUTCH ARE THEY?!?!? I don't even know why I'm talking to you..." I blink and trail off, noticing he hasn't said a word. He just stands there. Stareing at me.

"What?" I say looking down. "Okay, who's funny idea was it to put me in a dress? I don't do dresses. I mean,

being a werewolf and dresses don't exactly mix. What would happen if the Hunters found us and I had to

jump across a cliff or something to escape? Oh. No wonder... But did it have to be red? Red's the most out

of place color in the forest and the hardest to camoflauge..." He smiles at me when I stop talking and chuckles sexily. Wait. Why am I thinking about him like this? It would be bad if I had a crush on the bad guy. Gah, that would be bad. Bad bad bad.

"I don't know but may I just say, you look gorgeous."

"Ok, back the truck up. No one talks to my sister like that!" we turn to see James and Jasper run in from the tunnel I came out of. Whoever spoke, I don't know, heck they could have even spoken at the same time and I wouldn't have noticed. Too many drugs in my system. Whatever the case, my brothers seem to be more

alert than me. They look at me and I give them a slight nod, then turn to my 'distraction' with their teeth bared.

To our increasing confusion, the strange man began laughing. WTF is his problem?

A/N: hey guys it's me, I'm just gonna say that I'm having major writers block at the moment and am sorry if this chapter came out sloppy... I'm working on it though... Plus I write on my iPod so it takes a long time to upload... Yeah I know I suck but oh well... Like I said it WILL get better I promise, even though it is really fast paced... I just finished FCAT a few weeks ago and still have school work to do as well as other stuff like making sure my friend doesn't hate me, which is gonna be pretty hard.

Luv to mah luvvies!

<3 Nicole