My eyes slowly open from a restless sleep. The clan heads out today, I quickly remember. Sombody softly knocks on my door.

"Yes?" My tired voice replies.

"It's me, Lily." Lily. My best friend who is strangely a lycan.

"Come in."

Lily slowly opens my door. She peeks in then tip toes over to the side of my bed. "Sleep well?

"Not really."

Frowning, she says, "Tony wants to head out early today. He's not against leaving your kind behind. Get ready."

I make no move to get up.

"Well, "she says," I can see you're not going anywhere soon. I'll just speed up the process. " Lily rips open the curtains letting sunlight pour onto my face.

"Ah!" I yell as I roll over, accidentally rolling off the side of my bed.

"What the hell?" I shout at her.

"Rise and shine, sleepy head!" Lily smiles. She walks out of my room.

. .

They few things I own are packed and ready to go. Throwing them over my shoulder, I head out to the trucks.

As I push my bags into the loading truck, a tall man with other tall men behind him walks up to me. "The truck for whores is in the back." His cocky smile makes him look like a bigger ass.

I try to ignore him being snarky but then he shoves me.

"Don't touch me." I tell him calmly.

"Or what?"

I decide not to answer. He reaches over and grabs my ass. With speed of light movements, I reach back, grab the douches hand and hold it in a position where I could easily break it.

"You know, you're pretty bad ass, baby girl." His smile gets bigger. "What say you and me go have ourselves a good time."

"You wish you bastard!" I pull my other arm back into a fist and get ready to pound his, unfortunately, handsome face in.

A hand grabs my fist as soon as I start to swing it forward. "No." A deep voice tells me.

Jake, the douche, smiles at me.

Derrick, the man holding my hand, he repeats, "No."

I look back to Jake. He takes my other hand and kisses it. "Until we meet again." They walk off.

I turn back to Derrick. "You saw him start that. Please, tell me you saw."

"I did."

"So you know I didn't do anything."

"Yes."

"Am I still going to get called in?"

"Probably."

I frown. A depressed look comes on my face.

"Derrick…."

He stops me, "Marlena,"

"Mars." I correct him to the shortened version of my name that I prefer.

"Mars," he says, "you know I don't make the rules. You know that I think very highly of you, but I can't control what they do. "

"But I didn't do-"

Derrick holds his hand up to cut me off. "Save it. Load up now."

He walks away.

Walking to my designated passenger truck, Brad comes along by my side. "There's my little bat." He holds his arm over my shoulder.

"Hey.."

Brad, my best friend that isn't fucking the alpha, reads my face. "More trouble with Jake?"

"Of course."

We load into our truck. Blood canteens are passed around. After taking a swig, Brad tells me, "It'll get better."

"I sure hope you're right."

There's always room for one more….