HI GUYS! I am soooo sorry that it's taken me this long to start posting again! I have been.. so busy but yay! I graduated high school! :3 Now I'm off to college to be super awesome! Well, I'm totally going to try and post on here more and more and more again because you've all been waiting so patiently and favoriting this story, even now. I'm flattered and I feel that it's about time I got up off of my figurative lazy butt and write more! Wouldn't you agree? :3

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The first of Candice's senses to return to her as she slowly regained consciousness was her sense of smell. the scent of pine trees was so thick that if it was water, she would have drown in it. An underlying scent to that one was cold, and water. So... it was probably snow that she was smelling. Why would she be in a place that smelled of pine trees and snow? At first it was only confusion that she felt, but when she realized that there was someone, or rather, someones in the room, she immediately started to panic. Her eyes shot open, and even though her vision was blurry she scrambled up into a crouching position on all fours, her back hunched up as she pressed her entire body up against the head board hard.

"Whoa there. Calm down, you're safe." The voice was pleasant, light. Slowly her eyes adjusted and the blurriness went away. There were four other people in the room, and all of them looked young, but you could never tell with werewolves. Two of them were girls, and the other two were male. One of them looked like the poster child for a red headed lumberjack, but she didn't dare but glance at him, he was a dominant. The other male was of smaller build and a submissive just like herself. Of course, she let herself look at him a bit longer. Sandy hair with green eyes that looked almost brown, pale skin. He was cute, but she'd never met an ugly werewolf either.

"Where am I?" She choked out before moving a hand up to hold her throat. Her voice was raspy and it hurt to talk. She was dehydrated.

"You're in a cabin, actually." One of the girls answered, the one that she'd seen in the hospital. What was her name again? Candi couldn't seem to remember, but she wasn't surprised. Every time she had one of those visions, the last time she was conscious always ended up being a blur. She could tell one thing though, that girl was an Omega. Rare.

"A cabin...?" Why would she be in a cabin? After all, the last fuzzy thing she remembered was the sound of a baby crying and the smell of blood. She rubbed her neck, but not because she was in pain. It was more because she remembered that vision.. that thing that was ready to kill her.

"Yup!" The other girl spoke this time. She was a dominant too. However, female dominants didn't upset her as much as the males did. It was probably sexist, but it wasn't like she chose it or anything. The girl had blonde hair the color of coffee when you put just a bit too much creamer in it. It even had tones of a darker blond in it, making it look like the coffee wasn't stirred very well. Her eyes were brown.

"Why would I be-"

"Should probably go tell the boss that she's awake." The lumberjack spoke and immediately she was pressed firm up against the wall again. The Omega sighed.

"Go on then Reuben." The Omega was upset with him. Why, she couldn't tell, but she was pretty sure it was because he'd talked. Of course Candice was upset he talked too, but that was because she was afraid. The big man sniffed impatiently and pushed off of the wall and left the room, the door closing with a decided 'click'.

"You really shouldn't be moving around much." There was that light voice again. So, it'd come from the pretty boy. "Come on and lay back down." Carefully he moved closer, to try and reassure her that he wasn't going to do anything. Candi wasn't having any of that. The second that he got close enough to reach out to her, she shuffled backward and ended up falling off of the bed. It was smaller that she expected it to be.

There was a light feminine laugh, it must have been the coffee woman, as the Omega rounded the bed to kneel next to her. Not feeling safe around an Omega was like not breathing.

"It's o.k." The woman reassured and she was eyed cautiously by the French girl.

"Who are you...?" The woman looked surprised and seemed to have been caught off guard. However, the obvious confusion was enough to let them all in the room know that she had no idea who Anna was.

"We met yesterday. I'm Anna..." It was obvious that Anna was itching to ask her why she wasn't remembered, but Candi just shook her head, signalling she wasn't going to tell her. Trust issues after years and years of abuse didn't just go away because there was an Omega in the room, she wasn't stupid. The less she trusted people, the safer she would be... and so would they.

"Well, Tucker is right. You should really rest now. You really hurt your head at the hospital."

That was right. She'd been at work and then she passed out. Everything in between showing up at work and passing out was a bit fuzzy, but she knew it would come back in a day or two. Maybe even in a couple of hours. Timing something like that was really hard.

"How long was I out for?"

"About two days." There was that female's voice again. It was a bit husky, but that was her natural way of speaking from the sounds of it, unlike Candice's own raspy voice.

After a couple minutes of patiently waiting for the girl to accept help up, she was finally ushered back onto the bed. Getting her to lie down, would be impossible. "I'm a doctor." She would just say. "I know when I'm fine enough to sit up. Besides, I have already been resting for two days."

While Anna had been getting Candice to sit back down on the bed, Tucker had apparently gone out of the room and returned with about three bottles of water, which, gratefully, all of them were handed to her. Two of them were gone in a little under a minute and she just held the third one in her hands on her lap. The coolness of the bottle was refreshing. Now werewolves temperatures were a lot hotter than that of a human, but she knew that even for a werewolf, she was running a fever. Was she going to admit it? No.

"How are you feeling?" Anna asked pleasantly, standing a couple of feet away from her right, giving her room so that she felt a bit comfortable.

"Fine." It was a lie, they could all smell that it was a lie, but no one, except the coffee lady (who smirked and rolled her eyes) made any move to tell her that she was lying. Suddenly, two sets of feet were walking toward the bed. The one person's footfalls were significantly louder than the others. If she had been more alert just those few minutes ago she would have known that big foot was Reuben.

"You loud ass." Coffee girl said before they even entered the room.

"Oh, like I haven't heard that before." He replied with a gruff voice. They were bickering, nothing serious, and Candice was still as stiff as a board.

"Reuben." Came a voice from behind the giant man. "Would you mind letting me into the room?"

"Oh... right." Reuben stepped to the side to let in the Marrok himself. He was dressed in ripped jeans and some graphic tee that Candice didn't dare study. Even though he was disguising all of his power, it was obvious who he was, especially because she was sure that she'd been in his presence that day at the hospital. When he looked over at her, Candi felt a bit like crawling under the bed, taking the blanket with her so that she could hide under the bed and have the blanket over her at the same time. Either that or run. However, no one was stupid enough to run from a predator, and if they were, they ended up dead.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his voice was calm. Silence was his response. "So not good then?" There was no humor there, he sounded too tired for it.

"She said she was fine earlier, but..." Anna started, deciding that it was rude not to give him an answer. Looking from Candice to Anna and then back, Bran slowly reached a hand out to touch her forehead. Before he could though, she visibly flinched. Immediately his hand stopped in mid air and clenched into a fist slowly before falling back to his side.

"Anna, please check for me if she has a temperature." He said, his tone still calm, though it was obvious that his voice was strained. After Anna touched the other girls forehead she nodded lightly.

"She's a bit too warm." She replied in a pleasant voice.

"I'm f-" Candi started before taking a deep breath, her eyes burning holes into her lap. "I'm going to be fine." There, that wasn't a lie. At least, she hoped it wasn't.

"Well," Bran started, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Just to make sure, lets have you stay in bed for another day or so." She didn't want to, but voice that to that Marrok seemed like a really bad idea. She just wanted Samuel to be there so that she didn't feel like a kitten in the middle of a pack of wolves.

"I bet you're hungry!" Tucker said as he reentered the room. She hadn't heard him leave, and that worried her just a bit. He did, however, return with a very rich stew on a tray that made her stomach growl. He laughed lightly and set it on the bed near her, remembering what happened last time that he tried to get too close. She didn't move for it though, she hated being the center of attention, and she was already starting to sweat from that pressure, so the idea of eating in front of all of these people made her feel like a lab rat.

"I think that she should have her alone time and rest up, don't you?" Anna asked pleasantly, heading for the door. The rest of the wolves looked at Bran for an answer. Rolling his shoulders he looked over at Anna and gave a small nod.

"Alright. Come on." He said and walked out of the room, the others following him, though Reuben was the last too leave. Being an outsider was really hard, but being an outsider while you give others the compulsion to always watch and protect you was even harder. He did leave though and just as the door shut she grabbed the stew and ate it as fast as she could. Then, she realized she had to play the 'where the hell did they put my phone' game. Luckily, her lab coat was right next to the bed and the phone was in there. It was only when she noticed that her clothes were folded neatly on a stool next to the bed that she realized where that strong pine smell was coming from. She was wearing someone's sweats, someone who was outside a lot. Her face heated up at the thought of someone changing her, and seeing her scars. Shaking her head she decided that she couldn't, and wouldn't, think about that right then. Instead, she flipped her phone open and speed dialed Sam's cell phone. When that familiar voice answered on the other line, she almost instantly felt safer.

"Hello?"