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Sara thought of Winnie as she left, hoping she'd get home safe and sound. I hope she's not in danger.

Watcher was thinking too. He peered through the trees long enough to see Emily was safe, then went to reason with the wolves to get them to come around. I hope they don't turn on me. I need to protect Winnie from a whole lot of beings out there that wish her harm.

Winnie sat at her desk. She thought she glimpsed a flash of green in the woods or maybe she imagined it. At least she was at ease. Winnie decided she'd seek Watcher and ask him all the questions spinning in her head. How was he real? She was of age where people considered her an adult as her mother and father. They would never believe this stuff! Winnie felt like she was floating back into the myth and folklore stories that she read when she was a kid. She was not being reasonable to believe in things that had no explanation or never would. Was she making this up in her mind? "No, because I have to believe Watcher really exists, I don't know what this feeling is inside me, but it appears when he's around. It scares me!" She realized she was talking out loud. She spun and saw her mother watching her. "What are you saying? Who's Watcher? A boy  in town that you fancy? Strange name though, but I guess thats what kids call themselves these days." Then she left as quickly as she entered.

The next day at school was hard. She was going to be a nurse, she always felt compelled to help people. She helped her Grandfather on her mother's side before he died. She knew this was what she was born to do. But now with all this stangeness in her life she couldn't concentrate. As the day drew out she felt as if she didn't know things the way she did anymore. Everything is changing. She hoped that wasn't not an omen of bad things to come. She prayed with a passion that things would be alright. I don't want to lose it, but I can't fit in with rationality anymore. After school while her parents were away she slipped into the woods. Sara followed without making her self known.

Watcher had gotten through to the wolves finally. He ended up telling them what the Witch did to him, how powerful she was, and what she could do if he didn't protect them too. Tracker protested, snorting, obviosly not a believer. But atleast her was still alpha of the pack. He briefly mentioned Winnie, but kept her mostly out of it. He was tired of secrets, and having to cover his tracks. He'd protect the wolves along with her too. Why can't I rip her throat out, she smells mouthwatering, Tracker thought. Watcher growled, She's not prey, watch it, Tracker. Her father would shoot you if you got near her. Leave it alone, for now. Tracker had times where his thirst was uncontrollable, but he wasn't bad.A rustling sound drew his attention and a scent he'd reconized. He ordered them back into the trees, staying to make sure he sensed her, accurately. Yep, it was her! His heart pounded.

Winnie stepped out into the glade, and saw Watcher standing there, eyes on her. You want answers, don't you? My pack isn't far, speak quick! "Well, how are werewolves real? How is any of this part of the world I  live in? If your not a werewolf, what are you? What is this....ah...connection..between us?" She gulped loudly. This was it. Now or never.