for some reason, the first line i type sometimes repeats itself.. so just ignore it.

/i have updated the POV changes. for some reason it didn't transfer from word to the fanfiction doc, but its all good now/

So here is my Scottish werewolf story. Some of you might have voted for the name and (when I started writing) the winner was Kyle. So the werewolf is called Kyle.

Enjoy, and if you like this, (or even if you dont), try my other story, Through The Rain.

Love

--mo

--Jaymie--

I sat in the back of the class, bored to death. Class had just started and the teacher was freaking out because there was supposed to be some new kid, but he hadn't shown up yet. I yawned widely, and put my feet up on the desk. Geometry class sucked. This was my first year at the reservation school in La push. Freshman year. It might have sucked less if it wasn't freshman year, and the sophomores, juniors, and seniors weren't always bothering me, but whatever. It was freshman year, and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked around the class. Someone had just walked in, and I looked to see if it was the new kid. Because, hey, people always pick on the new kid. They might draw the spotlight away from me for once. She was pretty, one of the girls i wished i looked more like. The girl talked to someone else, and tried to find a seat as far away from me as possible. which made me realize that she wasn't the new person, and i remembered that she had been at school since the beginning of the year. I sighed and ignored the girl, who had realized that there were no other seats, and was edging nervously towards me.

At that point the teacher decided to forget about the new kid and start the lesson. She walked around, collecting the homework. The girl that had just walked in had forgotten hers, and the teacher was shouting at her. The teacher turned towards me, glaring.

"Feet off the desk."

I deliberately moved as slowly as possible. If I taunted her enough, maybe I could get sent to detention soon. At the reservation school, as I had soon found out, if you got into detention, all you had to do was go to the special 'detention room' and this teacher there would give you something to do. Which was infinitely preferable to sitting here and getting nervous glances from everyone sitting near me. They acted like I was a time bomb. Always super careful around me, just in case we would become friends, and they would get sucked into the depressing black hole that hovered around my house.

The teacher continued to glare at me, taking in my ripped jeans and black hoodie. I stared right back at her, hoping to irritate her.

"Did you do your homework?" She asked. It was more of a statement than a question though.

I smiled at her pleasantly. "No."

By now the whole class was watching. The teacher looked at me, her slowly turning red. Then she deflated and said "I suppose that's okay. If you have trouble at home, just hand it in later."

I scowled at her back as she walked away to collect more homework. I wanted to get to detention early today, so I wouldn't have to bother with the whole 'introduce yourself' thing this teacher did whenever there was someone new showed up. Those things are so pointless. What do they want me to say? 'My name is Jamie, and my parents can't stop shouting at each other'? Because that's the first thing they're going to hear about me from the other people. I put my feet back on the desk. Everything little thing could help to get me kicked out of class.

She was about to tell us how disappointed she was, that almost no one had handed in their homework, when there was a knock on the door, and one of the Quileute boys walked in. Embry I think. They all look the same, I don't know which is which. They're the only people that aren't dead scared of me. They're all super-huge and super-creepy. They won't actually talk to me, but they do smile and say 'hi' in the hallways. Which is a huge improvement on everyone else.

The guy walked in confidently, and there was another one following him. One I hadn't seen before. He towered about a foot above Embry, and he was just as muscled as the others. He was wearing more clothes than I'd ever seen one of the Quileute guys wear-more than just cut-off jeans. He was wearing a white shirt and a leather jacket over it. His jeans were full length, and frayed at the ends. His hair was long and red, and it hung loose around his shoulders.

He nodded at the teacher as Embry introduced her, and he smiled slightly and replied. Although I couldn't hear what Embry had said, the new guy's voice resonated through the room, silencing everyone.

"Aye, weel I'm pleased tae meet ye too. My name's Kyle. Kyle Fergusson."

I could only stare at him, and it took me a while to realize that he had turned his head, and was staring back. His eyes were light blue, and they slanted upward slightly, piercing into mine.

He ran one hand through his hair, turned, and left the room in three long strides.

Embry rolled his eyes, and apologized to the teacher. "Sorry miss, he's new to La Push. I'll go find him and make him come back." Embry followed Kyle out.

The teacher was wringing her hands, worried about what she had done to disturb the guy. I answered her unspoken question.

"I bet he was scared of you. You're a very scary person you know."

That finally sent her over the edge. She gave me a cold look, pulled a detention slip out of her desk drawer and started filling it in. Finally.

I walked up the stairs with my bag slung over one shoulder, thinking about the new guy. There had been that weird moment when I realized that he was looking at me at the same time as I was looking at him. His accent had been strange though… I'm pretty damn sure he's not from la push.

I opened the door that said 'Detention Hall' on the front in bold, foreboding letters. I was here more often than I had been in any of my other classes, and the teacher inside shook her head when I handed her the note.

I sat in one of the chairs, put my feet up on the desk, and pulled a book out of my bag. I opened it without looking at the cover. Why should I look at the cover if I knew, beyond doubt, what it was? Every detail on the cover was imprinted onto my brain. From the blood red sky, to the snow covered castle, and the miniscule horseman riding up to its gate, shrouded in a grey cloak. I flipped it open to a random page, and the teacher looked at me disapprovingly.

"I'm going to get your assignment. Stay here." She commanded. Well, it's not like I had anywhere better to go, I thought as I turned to the book in my hands. It was called The Snow-Walker Trilogy, and it was my most prized possession. It was originally three books, but this special edition had all three in one. The page I had opened it to was Book II, The Empty Hand, Chapter Fourteen.

I looked at the page and started to read, my thoughts of school and the new guy fading from my mind.

Chapter Fourteen

He was more huge than any human being.

They rode back towards the hold in a silent cavalcade. No one felt inclined to talk; the only sounds in the empty land were the jingle of harness and the wind, humming in the high fells.

My concentration wavered, and my eyes wandered back up the page. More huge than any human being. Just like the new guy. He had been huge. Kyle he said his name was. Kyle Fergusson. His name bounced around my thoughts, and I remembered what he had looked like. He was tall, taller than the other Quileute guys, but the main difference was that he was wearing clothes. The other Quileutes had a problem with wearing clothes. Not that I minded. They were all really cute… especially Kyle.

WOW weird thoughts. They were freaks. Just like the beginning of the chapter had said. More huge than any human being. I remembered how Kyle had just walked out of the classroom. After he caught me looking at him. Someone had probably told him about me, and my 'family problems', I thought bitterly. No wonder he left. If I wasn't me, I would probably have done the same thing.

I turned back to my book, concentrating on the chapter. As I read, the classroom around me seemed to disappear, and the only thing I could think of was what was happening in the cold plains, and the outlaws' mission to defeat the Snow-walker, and to restore the rightful Jarl.

--Kyle--

I ran. I couldn't think of anything except that girl with the strange green eyes. She was so different from the others. So… beautiful. Stunning. Amazing. No word was good enough for her. From the moment I walked into the class, I could feel someone's eyes on me, but I ignored it, thinking that It was just another curious kid. But I continued to feel the person's eyes boring into my back, and it was making me nervous. And when I did turn, there she was. I didn't know anything about her, but I knew she was the one. I wasn't quite sure what that meant yet, but she was the one.

She had been sitting near the back of the class, with her feet up on the desk. I could see her skin through the rips in her jeans, and her hair was dirty blond and longer than mine. Her hoodie had some kind of band name on the front, but I couldn't remember what it said. I had been too entranced with her eyes. They had been staring straight at me, and it felt like they were piercing my soul.

They had been bright green, the same color as the water in the loch at home. I remembered sitting on the rocks and staring into the loch's murky depths. In summer when the sun shone, it had been exactly that color. The color would change dramatically when the sun was covered. The water would become so dark it was almost black, and the temperature seemed to drop a couple of degrees. But that was only before I morphed. Afterwards, I never noticed the temperature.

My paws pounded the ground, as I tried to clear my head. There was nothing to explain what I felt for her. Nothing like this had ever happened to anyone in the pack at home. But now I was with a different pack. I vaguely heard someone's thoughts reaching out to me, and I opened my mind to them. It was Embry, and he wanted to know where I was. There was something urgent he wanted to tell me. But the link between us was still weak, and I couldn't tell what he was trying to say.

I turned abruptly, and ran back in the direction I had come from. As I drew nearer to where Embry was, I could see his thoughts increasingly clearly. Right now there was one thing on his mind. Fire. I sent him a mental question mark, and he showed me the memory of what he had just seen. The school building. On fire.

There was only one thing I could think of. The girl. She was in the school. The school was on fire. That was not good. It was worse than not good. It was possibly the worst thing that could have happened. No, it was definitely the worst thing that could have happened.

I ran faster, and it felt like I was flying. I had been running for about ten minutes the other way, and I was sure I could make it back in less than five. But that might be too late. I forced myself not to think about that.

The truth was, when I had seen her, and her eyes had met mine, the universe had shifted. It had shifted with a small, decisive click. And I could still feel the echo of it in my bones.

--Jaymie--

I put the book down reluctantly. Something was wrong. It was getting hard to breathe, and it was getting warmer. It had been raining this morning, and there was no way that it could be this hot now. I stood up and moved towards the door, to see if it was any cooler in the hallway. I touched the handle and jerked my hand back. The handle was freaking hot!

My fingertips stung from where I had touched the handle, and I moved towards the window to open it. And that's when I realized the small wisps of smoke sneaking under the door.

My eyes opened in horror as I realized what was happening. A fire. The fire alarms were being replaced, so they had all been disconnected. The cynical part of my mind was saying 'well that's convenient'. The sarcastic part of my mind was like 'well this sucks.' and the rest of my mind was like 'AAHHHH! SHIT! A FIRE!' okay, lets face it, what my mind was screaming was much worse than that. But was basically the same thing.

The room was getting hotter. I walked back to the desk where I had put my book, trying to stay calm. The book had fallen off the desk and lay open at a page. Chapter nineteen.

Fumes reek, into flames burst, The sky itself is scorched with fire.

How appropriate.

I paced around the room. The smoke inside was getting thicker, and I took off my hoodie. I walked over to the window to open it, but it was jammed. I could see people outside, looking at the inferno that was consuming the building. The building that I just happened to be inside of.

Maybe someone had remembered that I was in here, I hoped that someone might remember and help me. But then I remembered. I was Jamie. No one would remember. No one would care. And at that moment, I felt the fact that I would die here wasn't half as bad as the fact that no one would care.

The smoke was getting so thick, I couldn't breathe anymore. I tried to breathe deeply, to get some oxygen into my lungs, but I wasn't that lucky. The only thing that I could breathe was the black smoke. The edges of the door had started to smolder. My vision was starting to go black.

I was unconscious before I hit the floor. And that's when I knew I was really in trouble.

--Kyle--

I could smell the fire from miles away. The acrid smell of smoke filled my nose, and I ran faster. This was probably the fastest I had ever run in my entire life.

I reached the edge of the forest, and morphed quickly, pulling on the jeans I had left there when I had morphed first. I sprinted to the school, looking for the girl, but her face was nowhere in the crowd. I heard someone murmur 'I think she's still in there' and that was all it took. I ignored the people that pulled at me, trying to stop me from going inside, and I barged through the open doors.

Once I was in, I barely noticed the heat. Where was the classroom we had been in that morning? I took two wrong turns before I saw the familiar poster on the door, almost completely burned to a crisp. I shoved in the door and looked around wildly. She wasn't here.

I swore to myself and left the room. She must be somewhere else if she's not in here. The school was huge! There was no way I could find her!

I was running down hallways, trying to hear something over the furious crackle of the flames. The ends of my hair were singed, and the smell of it burning filled my nostrils.

I turned a corner, and I saw a limp form laying across the hallway. I ran towards it, hoping, but also fearing that it would be her. It wasn't. It was a teacher by the looks of it, and I was going to leave her there, but I realized that she might know where the girl was.

As I picked her up, she coughed. The thick smoke was all around us, and the flames were licking at my jeans.

"Where is she?" I half yelled at the lady.

She looked at me, obviously confused. It hit me then, I didn't even know her name. I shook my head, and started to describe her. I tried not to use words like 'insanely beautiful' because I didn't think it would help much.

I ran to the exit with her in my arms, and laid her on the grass outside.

"Where is she?" I asked again.

"Detention room." She managed weakly, her voice raspy. "Upstairs."

I ran back in, shrugging off the people's efforts to keep me out, and ignoring their voices telling me to wait for the firemen to get here.

I sprinted back through the doors and to the stairs I had seen while I was walking around that morning. They crumbled beneath my feet as I jumped up them, five at a time.

I ran down the hallway, looking for a detention room somewhere. I subconsciously wondered how she ended up in the detention room.

There! There was a door on the right side of the hallway, and the letters on the door were starting to melt with the heat. Could they possibly say 'detention room'? Probably.

I got the door open with a huge kick. At first I didn't see anyone, but as I looked closer, I could see an unmoving form underneath the smoke. I ran towards her, and carefully picked her up.

I cradled her in my arms, trying to hold her as gently as possible, but at the same time wanting to crush her body to mine.

As I stood up, her eyelids fluttered open, revealing her beautiful eyes, which were now dark, and unfocused.

--Jaymie--

I felt myself move, and was pretty sure that I hadn't tried to move at all. I tried to open my eyes, and managed to keep them open for a second. The last thing I saw was someone's face. His blue eyes looked like cats eyes, slightly slanted, and his red hair was barely discernible from the flames that licked at the ceiling.

He was like an angel.

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All right! First chapter! (yay)

Just so you know-the book she's reading is actually a real trilogy. It is called the Snow-walker and it's by Catherine Fisher. The parts in the story when she's reading it are mostly little quotes that appear at the beginning of all of the chapters.

So tell me what you think. There's not a drastic storyline to this story like there is in the other one (demons, lol) but there is a plot.

So plz tell me what you think, and if there's anything I could do better or add.