(Hopefully this will be a break from cliffhangers. :P)

The woman strode over to me with long straight black hair trailing behind her, lower lip tucked under her upper one in a pout as she looked at her brothers, and then she came and held out her hand for me to shake and then a smile graced her face.

"I'm Sarah, their sister." She said greeting herself easily.

"Oh my god." I found myself whispering. "You're not in on this too are you?"

I couldn't help it when a shiver ran down my spine as she smirked.

"Well, can't say I'm not. It's for the good of the town you see."

Oh my god. Was there no one who would help her? Even the faintest hope I had of escape vanished. Obviously this girl was the mastermind behind the plan, I could see it reflected in her eyes. Almost like what her brother had said to me, a devil of a woman, except that she helped me. WHY!

"This probably seems really messed up to you. But, to be honest, this is what werewolves did a long time ago. Stealing a beautiful young maiden from neighboring tribes to keep as their own wives."

"I'm MARRIED." I shouted angrily at her, but she simply blinked at me.

"Well you see, they stole each others wives too." Another smile graced her lips.

"That is fucking messed up!" I said. "This is! We're not in those times where tribes ran wild, this is the 21st century! White men conquered! Get over it!" I screamed, my face was red, my hands were fists, my eyes were fire, I felt so angry.

They all were silent and breathing heavily, all stares turned to glares. Why did I say that?

"Trey..." Sarah said, and she didn't need to finish her sentence for me to get what was going to happen next, I took one look at those black eyes of hers and then ran.

The first thing I did was run into a room only to shut the door and find that there was no lock.

"We don't use locks!" She shouted, her voice had a hint of satisfaction in it.

God, this woman was mad! I back away from the door getting on my knees and praying to the lord that Dare was safe, and that Dare would save me. Then Trey came in, eyes a flame.

"God have mercy on my soul." I whispered, he probably heard.

"He might have mercy, but I don't." He hissed, he was shaking uncontrollably.

I backed as far away as possible. Death seemed to be an option at this point, or I wasn't think straight, either way I picked up a knife used to open letters and held it in front of me with the blade pointed towards my heart. He stopped dead, eyes turning soft, shaking stopping completely and silence fell over us. I was desperate. Tears fell down my cheeks.

"Leave me be." I whispered silently. "Give me Dare."

He was silent, he stepped away, towards the door. He looked like he was afraid. He left the room, but I wasn't stupid. I held the dull knife, turning it slowly in the other direction so I wouldn't hurt myself. My breathing was heavy. I really didn't care anymore if I lived or died. I just... I just wanted to be with Dare, and Dare didn't even remember me. It was only a few minutes later that Jordan came in, he looked so much smaller, and much more innocent than his other two brothers despite being the middle brother. He came to me slowly cautiously.

"Please, put the knife down." He said quietly.

My lips trembled as he stepped forward, and my hands trembled too. When he saw I made no movement, he came and took the knife away, pocketing it.

"We... we don't have your husband." He murmured quietly.

"He was gone before we came there."

That was probably the worst thing I had ever heard. Tears gathered in my eyes. I cried, hard, sobbed violently, and breathed only when I could, even though I didn't want to. Dare had abandoned me. But what did I expect from him? He didn't remember me. It was like I expected him to give his life up to a complete stranger. Jordan was hugging me, awkwardly I realized. He didn't know how to comfort me.

"I-I-I..." I choke on the words and ended up just sobbing more. "T-Take me to..." More tears.

I buried my face in the jacket he was wearing. My tears soaked into the fabric easily enough.

"T-To a bed." I managed to choke out my words.

I wanted a nice soft pillow to cry into and a bed I could easily pass out in.

"I will." He murmured and picked me up into his arms.

Everything reminded me of Dare. Everything. His arms, the way he was holding me. I only continued sobbing as he climbed the stairs to the top floor and put me in a guest room where I quickly attached myself to the pillow and sobbed as he stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Eventually I heard the door shut and I was left alone to sob and feel bad about myself. In the morning (I did not remember going to sleep.) I looked around the room. A strange numbness was all I felt as I stood up. My mind was numb, not working properly. I stood up, blinking. I knew where I was. Who I was. But my mind would not let me think of why, why I was here, why I was alive, why Dare wasn't here to sooth me. When there was a knock on the door and Matt, the youngest came in I began sobbing. Of course, it was only natural another werewolf reminded me of Dare.

But how did they have his keys? The doubtful little voice in my head asked.

"Hey come on now..." Matt murmured softly.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed as he tried to sooth me.

My head and heart both ached.

"Not hungry? Or thirsty then?"

My sobbing slowly stopped as my stomach growled at me. I nodded slowly and he came and wiped my tears away as he put an arm around my shoulders and took me out the door to a kitchen on the third floor. Their house was really something else. Jordan was sitting there already sipping what looked like hot chocolate, or maybe coffee.

"Where's Trey?" I couldn't help asking.

"Gone."

"And Sarah?"

"Gone with him."