He got back home that night, pulling on his boxers and collapsing onto the couch. He was exhausted. Things were getting rough now. This woman showing up was the beginning of something he didn't want. She wasn't a wolf, and yet she was not human. That could only mean one of a few things and when he really thought about it he narrowed it down to one simple possibility that horrified him. They were back.

Black night gown billowing behind her, Shiloh 's perfect curves were bare except her undergarments and the silk see-through night gown. She stood on the balcony of the old Victorian home that the others own. Hidden between a hill and a surrounded by trees in every direction, the home was the perfect hideaway for them.

"You're up late…" A tall slender man walked to the open oak doors. His black coal like eyes ran along her body slowly.

"Thank you for the already known information Zachariah, What do you want?" She asked a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"Just checking on everyone." He replied without pulling his eyes from her. "Perhaps you should find someone else's ass to stare at Zachariah, because if you even think about it I will rip your penis off and feed it to the wolves." She said as slow and passionate as ever.

"So violent Shiloh …" He said grinning wide enough to bare his fangs. "Good night." He bowed slightly to her back and left her.

"Idiots…" She whispered to herself as she leaned against the railing of the balcony. That man earlier. The wolf. He smelt so…Devine. There was something about him that she couldn't get out of her head. Something confusing, yet it was as if she knew it by heart. It was really confusing her. She stared up at the stars and sighed.

Natasha stood in the shower, the jet black hair now matted to her face. She leaned up into the water, letting it flow over her face and slide along the front of her. She sighed a bit as she leaned against the shower wall. She knew she was safe here, she could feel it, and yet the words of the alpha left her restless.

What could possibly be worse then those hunters? Was it even possible to be any more ruthless then them? She couldn't imagine anything worse, and yet the wisest of them says there is. She stared silently into the clear glass of the shower wall, letting the water slid over her breasts and down her front.

Caleb woke the next morning, Sports center staring back at him from his flat screen mounted above the fireplace. He smiled a bit and stood. Walking slowly into the kitchen, he rubbed his eyes and pulled out a box of cereal. After making himself a bowl, he moved back into the living room and sat on the couch again. These guys on Sports Center always made him laugh. They always talked like they actually knew all the big names in all these sports but in all actuality that little earpiece fed them every ounce of information they have within that tiny little brain of theirs.

He shook his head and finished off his bowl of cereal. It was too early to go into work so he figured he go out for a little run. He pulled on a pair of shorts over his boxers and grabbed his iPod on the way out the door. He strapped it to his bare bicep and turned it on. He set the earplugs into his ear and was filled with the music of Guns and Roses filled his head. His feet were light and agile on the ground even with his size as he bobbed and weaved his way through trees and other obstacles.

The song switched a few minutes later to Re-align by Godsmack. He grinned a little as the song started in his head. He loved it. Sprinting straight at a tree he planted his right foot onto it and back flipped off it landing in full stride to continue running again. Show off… Shiloh thought to herself as she made her way through the tree tops. She watched him, thankful she was impervious to the sun now. Not a single leave fell as she followed, the tight leather pants fitting snugly on her perfect thighs as she moved. The white tank didn't even catch on any stray branches she moved so gracefully.

Caleb made his way back to his home, completely unaware he was followed all the way there and he stepped inside. He jogged all the way into his room and removed the iPod. Throwing it on the bed, he moved into his closet and ran through the choices. What to wear to work today? He grinned a little as he pulled out a pair of faded jeans and a plain white T.

After getting out of the shower, he slid into his clothes and grinned. He moved into the kitchen and grabbed his keys off the counter, sure he could probably get there faster running, but he didn't want to give away what he was to the citizens that made him money. That's just not good business.

Natasha walked slowly into the Café, stepping up to the bar on the far side and sitting at one of the stool. She ordered some coffee and looked up at the T.V. in the corner. The news was just showing that there was traces of blood out in the woods, but they figured that it was just animals. She couldn't help but chuckle. Not because the man's death was funny, but because the news was partially right.

She stared down into the coffee, silently contemplating what was going on. She was still very new to this town, and yet the people had taken her under their wing as if she had been here for years. And Caleb was very nice, even if he was harsh sometimes. Not to mention he was so handsome. She sighed a little and looked up to the television again.

The night was silent for the longest time, unnaturally silent, even for the peaceful town. That is, until the sirens went off. Every police officer within fifty miles was flying down the highway to see this. Over the radio they called it a suicide, but if examined thoroughly by the correct eyes, something much worse could be brought out.

A barn just north of town was the source of the call. Brand new red wood barn doors sat open enough to see inside. Right in the middle of the large barn was the scene. A man, couldn't be older then thirty years of age, hung from the rafters. His neck broken so bad, that his head teetered from side to side. The peculiar thing however, is how the man got into the rafters to set it up. There was no ladder leading up, or ever anywhere near suggesting he may have kicked it down.

This is where the investigators missed a vital piece of information, that even if they had found most of them wouldn't know what to think of it. Two wounds, about the size of pin pricks, located just to the side of his jugular vein.

Caleb stepped into his office, it had been a slow day. But the moment he sat down his door opened and the bartender poked his head in again. "Sir, turn it to the news." He said simply as he closed the door.

Caleb did what he was asked. Grabbing the remote and turning it to channel 5. The news caster came on and spoke instantly. "Suicide in town last night, Roger Barnett was found hanging from the rafters of his barn this morning. This is a horrible tragedy for his family, however the case has not been completely closed just yet. Though police aren't giving any information on the subject there is something there that is completely baffling them. Any more news and we will send it your way."

He turned off the television and sighed slightly. It was bad now. They were hunting. This was bad. Why couldn't they just feed off each other? He knew they could, but they insisted on getting a 'real' meal. So…It seamed it was time for him to fulfill this so called 'destiny'. "Fucking great…" He grumbled.