The moment I caught a different scent in the room, I wished I was dreaming at that moment. Victor's heavy, masculine scent was unmistakable. It lingered in the room and I swore, pissed I hadn't caught it while I was asleep.

I shot out of bed and grabbed a pair of jeans. I ran downstairs and out the door. My truck was gone. That bastard stole my girl and my truck. I ran back inside seeing if he had left a note or anything. Sure enough, there was a message scratched into the table.

"She's gotten cuter. Can't wait to try her on."

I stared at the note in horror. He wouldn't. He couldn't. What the hell am I thinking, of course he would!

I ran back outside and hopped on my bike, following the scent of my truck's exhaust.

I ended up at the forest, near the lake. The truck was sitting in one of the random ditches in the road Ireland was known for. I turned off my bike and sniffed the air. He was close.

I ran through the trees, trying to move as quickly as I could. Last time he had his claws on Leah, he had beaten her. This time was different. He knew what we had done last night. It was written all over the room. This time, he'd take it a step further.

Sure enough, I came up onto the lake's front to a boulder that we had once used for training. She was lying there, naked, bound at the hands. I ran over to her and gingerly turned her onto her side. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes.

"Logan?" She asked weakly.

The side of her face was scratched up by the boulder's rough surface. She had bruises on her thighs and waist and there was a bit of blood from between her legs.

I felt the anger burning in me like a thousand suns and stood up, searching for that evil bastard. He was gone. I could have followed him. His scent still lingered in the air. I could have caught up with him within hours and slaughtered him.

But I had someone to take care of right now. I knelt back down and checked to see if she had broken anything. She whimpered and curled up away from me.

"Leah, it's me. I'm not going to hurt you." I said softly.

She relaxed a little and I found nothing that needed a brace so I scooped her up and carried her to the truck. I cursed myself for letting her get hurt again. It had been a while since I had taken interest in a younger girl. My tastes generally lie with women in their thirties. But Leah was only twenty-two. I forgot how fragile youth could make a person.

And now I had a broken, kind yet spunky girl curled up naked in my truck after being attacked by a monster. When I arrived at the house, I carried her inside. She had fallen asleep on the ride and I didn't blame her.

But then I experienced a scent upon entering that I hadn't smelt in a while.

"You're with her one day and she's already hurt."

I watched in disbelief and complete shock as Matt stepped out of the shadow of the stairs.

"You look surprised."

"You're dead." I said bluntly, still dumbfounded.

"Yeah, you wish I were dead." He smirked. He'd gotten thicker and his facial hair was fuller than I remembered it.

"I saw you. You were shot."

"Yeah. I did get shot. Hurts like a bitch, by the way. But I kind of lingered in the shadow world long enough for the wound to heal."

"So if you can make it into your little 'alternate dimension' before actually dying, you can heal?"

"Takes a while but basically, yeah. To be honest, I didn't know that would happen. But it did. But what I could do was watch the real world. Took me a month to figure out where you went. I couldn't move for a while. But I found that purple haired gay guy and he found out where you were."

"So you've been spying on us for a year?"

He nodded. "Yup."

"So now you're here to tell me its over. You're back and you're going to take her back?" I asked, getting a little pissed now that I was over the shock of it.

"That's up to her. If she wants to stay with you, she will." He maintained his cool pretty well. If he was hurt or angry, he didn't show it.

"And you'd just walk away?"

He didn't answer. He only looked down at Leah and then back up at me. His face was serious. "I'm leaving right now. I won't be back for three months. So you have three months. You aren't to tell her that I'm back. I want her to know when I can talk to her. And I can't right now."

"What's so important that you can't talk to her now?" I asked.

"If you tell her, I'll make you pay. I mean it. I know how to hurt you, Logan. It's not as complicated as people seem to think. I'm giving you a chance here."

"You seem confident."

He smirked again. "What makes me confident is how not confident you seem."

He was gone. Damn it. That little punk ass was going to pay.