There was a booming crash at the door. It seems the pack and their imprints had brought the meeting to Paul. Without waiting for the door to be opened the young werewolves and their lovers walked across the barrier of the house.

In the second bedroom to Paul's small house hid a girl who looked down at the stick in her hand with wide eyes. The wards had been broken.

Jacob stood in the doorway with his eyes narrowed at Paul. He could hear a heartbeat, a human one, coming from upstairs. With every breath he took his nostril's filled with a wild smoky stench. He was unsure if it repulsed him of captivated him. There was a breeze of perfume though. Jacob glanced to his sister, unwilling to upset her at the sake of attacking her imprint but anger was pulsing through him. He had to do it.

Paul was against the wall in a millisecond. "What the hell, bro?" he shouted into Jacob's face, who only flinched slightly considering his sensitive hearing.

He looked directly into his pack mates dark brown eyes and snarled: "Who's the girl?"