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Chapter 10 The Revelation

I sat in stunned silence for about ten seconds before Sam's words finally sank in. Emily had been raped by Sam...and then she married him? I had never been so confused in my life, apart from when I was introduced to the wonderful world of math.

As if sensing my confusion, Emily got off of Sam's lap and gave him a determined look. "Show him," she said, a hint of stubbornness in her voice, as if she knew he would refuse.

"Emily," Sam started but she held up her hand, palm facing towards him, silently showing that she wasn't going to be moved on this.

Sam sighed and beckoned for me to walk outside with him. I did so, casting Emily a perplexed glance as I walked out the door behind his bulky form. She gave me an encouraging smile that I tried to return, but failed as I sensed that she would rather I not see what I was about to, but knew that it was obligatory, whatever that meant.

I walked out to the woods a few paces behind Sam, practically jogging to keep up with his long strides. We entered into the forest, the moon shining down through the treetops and creating strange patterns on the floor. Sam stopped and turned to me, apprehension on his face.

"Seth," he said, looking nervous, "I'm going to show you what happened the day I phased. I want you to see what it was like for me...what it's like for Jacob."

I didn't say anything, just waited with baited breath as we both shed our clothes and phased, Sam's memories flooding through me as soon as our minds connected.

*Memory (Sam's POV)*

I sat on the couch, watching Seth play video games. I didn't feel the need to join him since I could never understand what he saw in the electronic thingamajigs.

Leah and her best friend Paul where up in her room arguing about some CD that Paul had bought recently.

I could hear mom and dad talking quietly to each other in the kitchen and focused all the more on Seth's game because I didn't want to overhear it.

I knew what they were talking about. They were discussing all the fights I'd been getting into at school and how my grades had dipped in the last month.

What can I say? February had been a shitty month for me. I had been feeling really restless lately and I took it out on some of the guys who made fun of my brother. I had been overreacting in most cases but hey, I was protective by nature. I didn't like seeing people I cared about being mocked just because they were a little shorter than most.

The grades were mostly due to the fact that I had been sleeping and eating a lot lately, therefore limiting the time meant for studying.

Like I said, February was one piece of crap month.

I sighed and ran my fingers though my short black hair, the feeling of restlessness going through me in a fresh wave. I couldn't understand it, I never felt like this before, all stressed out and freaked without even knowing why I was feeling like this.

I watched Seth's car beat the crap out of his opponent, not really seeing the action onscreen.

There was a thump from Leah's room and I hear her door slam as the pair came down the stairs into the living room.

I turned my head and looked at them as they sauntered in, both still bickering away as each argued over the pros and cons of his CD. As I watched, Paul reached over and pulled a strand of hair out of Leah's mouth and tucked it behind her ear.

I felt a surge of anger boil inside me. I didn't like the way he had done that, it was just a little too affectionate in my opinion.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down as the pair got the Oreo jar out of the cabinet and walked over to join us in front of the TV, Leah grabbing a few glasses and a jug of milk along the way.

Paul plopped himself down next to me and promptly began to eat a few cookies. God, didn't the kid have his own home? I took another deep breath, trying to keep it together before I blew up at the kid for eating some Oreos.

Leah poured us all a glass of milk and handed them to us. Seth gave her a brief smile and a nod of appreciation before turning back to his game.

I couldn't help but smile at this brief interlude. When I saw them together I felt a lot better because I knew that they would always be there for me and that I would kill anyone who hurt them.

Then, as if in synch with my thoughts, Paul reached over and gave Seth a light tap on the head.

"Come on, pipsqueak," he said irritably, "let one of us have a turn."

Anger boiled through me, hatred, malice, and a whole bunch of other emotions I couldn't even name burning inside of me like a fire.

I saw only red, rage completely covering all thought, all reason. All I knew was that Paul had insulted my little brother and he deserved to pay for it.

Next thing I knew, I had Paul up against the wall, my hands gripping the front of his shirt as I pinned him several feet from the ground.

"What did you call him?" I roared at him, shaking his vile, contemptible body as hard as I could, "don't you ever touch my brother you fucking bastard!"

"Sam!" Leah shouted, panic in her voice as she yanked on my arm, trying to get me to let go of Paul. I looked down at her, feeling my rage ebb away as I saw my little sister pulling at me, fear in her black eyes.

The anger faded completely as I saw Seth, his game forgotten, staring at me like I was a complete stranger.

It hurt to see my brother and sister look at me like this and I turned back to Paul, still in my grip. The kid looked scared, like he thought I was going to rip his throat out.

I set him down as gently as I could, feeling regret rush through me as I saw mom and dad looking at me from the kitchen door, disappointment in their eyes.

God, I hated my life.

"Sorry," I muttered to Paul who was still pressing himself against the wall in terror.

"I'm going for a walk," I announced, feeling ashamed of myself for what I had done but the confusion overrode my shame. I hadn't been able to control it. One second I was fine, the next I'm acting like the incredible hulk.

I walked out the door feeling pissed off at the world. Where was I going to go to relieve that? I had no idea.

I ran as fast as I could into the woods, finally letting myself go. It was easy, the woods always brought out the bad side of me, the black part.

I kept running and running, just letting my anger fuel my strides. Was it just me or did I seem to be going faster? I ignored this and kept going, not letting any thought go through my mind.

I had been running about twenty minutes when I felt a dull pain all over my body and realized I was running on all fours. Then I saw two black paws exactly where my feet should have been.

What the fuck?

Several days passed after the whole incident where I discovered I could turn into a wolf and I still hadn't gone home. I didn't want to face my family and tell them that I was freak of nature.

I was walking in human form along the edge of a town that I hadn't bothered to find out the name of.

I was dressed in some clothes that I had stolen, my last outfit still in shreds from when I had transformed for the first time. Control was still an issue and I had nearly killed several people but, for now, my secret was safe. I had called mom and dad on the second day to let them know that I was all right, just needed some time alone. I had done so by using some change I had collected from a fountain that should have frozen my hand off.

Nice thing about being a freak? You're super hot.

Both literally and figuratively, fortunately. I didn't know what was the exact number, but felt hotter than the highest fever I ever had and I gotten some meat. I mean, seriously, I had put on like twenty pounds of muscle and several inches in height. I hadn't been too bad off in either department but it was a much needed ego boost to see girls gape at me in the few towns I had strayed into.

I was walking down a street when I suddenly recognized one of the houses. Mr. and Mrs. Young had been friends with mom and dad for years and I had a crush on their daughter, Emily.

Okay, I never got over that crush but hey, she was a hard girl to get over.

I'd kind of like to see her again and to talk to her for a bit. And show off my new body, just a little. Maybe I had subconsciously wanted to talk to her and come here without realizing it.

I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, nervous for a reason I couldn't explain.

The door opened and Mrs. Young's plump face peeked around at me. She had a wrinkled face that was all smiles and an oriental ancestry that was quite different than that of her husband, who was a Native American.

"Samuel," she said happily, swinging the door wide open as the smell of muffins attacked me, "what a pleasure to see you."

She took stock of my new build and her eyebrows rose on her head, "you seem to have sprung up overnight," she said.

She had absolutely no idea that that was exactly the case.

"Hello, Mrs. Young," I said politely, not missing she had opened the door a little wider, as if by doing so she was enticing me in, "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by for a second"

A sly smile crept onto her face and she ushered me in, asking me to sit down. I did so, noting that the place was a lot cleaner than I remembered.

"Goodness," she said as I pulled my hood down, "won't you freeze with so little on?"

Without waiting for an answer she clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth a few times before saying: "You Clearwaters, always ignoring the cold."

I gave her a weak smile, knowing that she was thinking of my dad and his habit of forgetting his coat on days like this. Mrs. Young excused herself, with my freaky super hearing I heard her hurry into the kitchen where the sounds of pots and other utensils were being emitted.

"Emily," Mrs. Young whispered, "Sam Clearwater is here!"

I heard a brief pause before a light, slightly musical voice answered, "so?"

Mrs. Young sighed in frustration.

"The ignorance of youth," she grumbled as a telephone began to ring.

I heard her answer it as the sound of baking continued and the smells of other confections wafted in. Whatever Emily was making had sure set my stomach into a frenzy.

I heard Mrs. Young listen to the person on the other end of the line and groan.

"Can't you do it?" she asked, "I've got company."

She listened for a bit then sighed in defeat.

"Very well," she said before hanging up.

"Emily," she said, "I need to go pick up Robert, can you keep Sam company while I go pick him up?"

I heard Emily snort.

"Convenient," was all she said.

I couldn't help but chuckle. Yes, it was convenient that we would be alone in the house together. I knew that Mrs. Young wanted me and Emily to get together; she said that we were destined for each other.

I saw Mrs. Young give me a hasty apology that I knew she didn't mean before she left, shutting the door behind her.

I sat for a few moments, waiting for Emily to come out of the kitchen. While I sat twiddling my thumbs, wondering what I was going to say to her, I looked around the room, glancing at the pieces of furniture that were all brutally clean. One thing was for sure, someone in the Young family was a good housekeeper.

As if on cue I heard the final clack as Emily shut the last of the cabinet doors and walked into the living room.

The first thing I noticed was that she had changed since I had seen her last. She had more of an hourglass shape and she was wearing her hair differently, more to the side than parted down then middle. She was dressed in skin tight jeans that showed her legs to their best advantage. She was wearing a short sleeved dress shirt that was a light pink with puffy sleeves.

Then I saw her eyes and my world came crashing down. She was my all, my everything, my light, my purpose, everything I did was her, all that I lived for was her.

My Emily.

I just stared at her, marveling at how perfect she was with her light brown skin and pitch-black hair. She had the most succulent lips I had ever seen and then desire to kiss her until she couldn't even remember her name went through me.

Then, the wolf awoke. Springing to life like he had been waiting for this moment for ages, he growled appreciatively, making me look at her thighs, so soft and full like her breasts.

I wanted her.

I needed her.

She was MINE!

"Why don't you take a picture," she snorted as she took in my stares and my new appearance, "it'll last longer."

Why would I want a picture when I could have the real thing? The wolf growled in approval.

Yes, he said lustfully in my head, make her yours, claim her as your mate, as your bitch, your property.

God, she was so damn perfect, I had to have her.

Then take her.

I stood up, letting her see how big I really was, letting my size intimidate her so that she would be less likely to fight when I fucked her.

"Wow," she said her eyebrows rising on her perfect forehead, "you're really big."

I chuckled. She was about to find out how big I really was.

"I like to work out," I said huskily as I walked towards her, slowly so as not to spook her. Just like I was approaching a deer in the forest that I wanted to eat. I had been eating animals in wolf form to keep from starving and, though it was disgusting, some of them actually tasted pretty good.

She probably tasted really good. Her scent alone had given me a hard-on.

Only one way to find out.

"I-I can see that," she stuttered as I came right up in front of her, only a few inches from where she stood. As I towered over her I felt the urge to touch her, to feel how soft her skin was.

I reached my hand out and touched her cheekbone, enjoying how soft her skin was underneath my fingertips.

"What?" Emily asked, sounding freaked.

"Hmm?" I asked, too occupied with cupping her face with my hand to really pay attention.

"You...called me beautiful," she said, starting to pull away from me.

I felt a momentary flash of anger rush though me but I quelled it. She would learn not to shy away from me; she would realize that denying me was stupid.

"Emily," I said, deciding that being direct was the best option at the moment.

"What?" she asked as she slowly started backing into a wall. She was practically handing herself to me on a silver platter.

"I'm going to fuck you," I said before adding, "Hard." Might as well be honest.

It took about ten seconds for my words to register.

It took five more for her to back herself fully into the wall, trapping herself.

It took me one to pin her to the wall and crush my lips onto hers.

God, I was right, she tasted amazing. Like honey and cinnamon with a little bit of chocolate swirled in. I thrust my tongue into the moist cavern of her mouth, reveling in the sensation of running my tongue over her teeth, mixing my saliva with hers.

I opened my eyes so I could see her face and realized that she was trying to push me off of her. I growled, not liking her resistance.

"You're not going to get me to stop," I growled warningly at her "so you can stop trying."

I heard her take a breath of air that she was obviously going to use for a scream. A scream that could alert the neighbors and interrupt us.

And I would hate to have to kill them.

I clamped my hand over her mouth before attacking her neck, nipping and sucking on the smooth skin as I used my other hand to fondle her breast. I wanted to suck her nipples, to hear her moan in pleasure but I knew that it would be better for both of us if I just fucked her.

Claim first, pleasure later.

I picked her up into my arms while still keeping my grip on her mouth and carried her into her room. I had played in this room many times with her and it felt kind of wrong to taint it with the rape that was about to happen but I knew she would be a little less feisty if she was in her own bed.

I kicked the door open, taking in the room with a glance. It was a basic white room with a bed and dresser. Some of her clothes were strewn about and her smell was everywhere, making me even more turned-on than I was before.

I placed Emily on the bed, making sure that I was gentle with my movements. She had stopped fighting me and was silent, just watching me with wide, gorgeous, terrified eyes.

I let go of her mouth pinned her hands above her with one of mine, thereby keeping her from using her arms to hit me. It wouldn't hurt me, but she might injure herself and that would annoy my wolf. After thus assuring that she was unable to damage herself I gently spread her legs, feeling the wolf growl as she began to resist again.

"Sam, stop," she pleaded, trying to pull her soft leg out of my grip.

Uh-uh, not happening.

I growled and tightened my grip as I slid my hand onto the top of her pants

"I'm a virgin!" she screamed, struggling all the more.

Of all the things she could have said, that was the worst one. The thought that I was going to be the first one inside of her, the first one to fuck her senseless, was too much.

"Good," I growled as I began to pull her pants down, "I'll be your first."

And your last

*End Memory (Seth's POV)*

I blinked in surprise as I pulled out of Sam's memory, the confusion overriding my disgust. I watched Sam phase back into human form, following suit a few seconds later.

"What happened?" I asked after I had finished pulling my clothes on, my voice a little harsher than it should have been. Sam looked tired and depressed, like he had just seen the worst thing in the world.

He sighed, not looking at me.

"I raped her," he said simply.

"Yeah, I kind of guessed that," I snapped, feeling anger at my brother for doing something so vile and contemptible. I even wondered if he had forced Emily into marrying him.

But Emily had seemed so happy the day she married him. She did the whole crying and smiling thing and she seemed so in love with Sam. What changed her mind? What made her forgive him?

As if sensing my thoughts Sam spoke again, sounding heartbroken.

"After I was finished, I put some clothes on her and took her away while she was unconscious," he said, his hands in his pockets, "I took her towards the house but she got away from me. I lost control and, well, you know the rest."

I scowled at him.

"No, actually, I don't," I said acidly, "I still don't know why she ever forgave, let alone married you, after what you did to her."

Sam was my brother, but I wasn't just going to forgive him and tell him I understand or some other crap like that. He was family, and family deserved honesty.

He sighed, finally looking at me.

"Emily stayed at the house for a few days, refusing to speak to anyone. I told mom and dad about what had happened and they told me that I was a shape-shifter, the first of my generation. They told me Jacob Black was the rightful alpha but until he phased I was the head honcho. They didn't judge me, they knew about how the wolf can twist a person's thoughts so that what they are about to do seems right, no matter how bad it really is. They both tried to explain things to her but she refused to listen, accusing them of being league with me and said that I was planning to rape her again."

He crossed his arms across his chest, looking like he was in pain. "I almost did...several times."

I gaped at him. He was unbelievable. "What about her parents?" I asked. "Why didn't she call the police or something?"

"Emily didn't want anyone to know what had happened," Sam said, "I think she was afraid that I would kill them if she told. Emily didn't want to go home, so we told her parents the whole bear story and said that she could stay at our house until she fully recovered. They were completely fine with this; Emily's mom thought it would be the perfect way for us to be together.

Boy, she had no idea just how close they had been.

"Anyway, a week after the incident, Jacob phased and-"

A voice cut him off, calling out into the darkness with a clear note of panic in its tone.

"Sam! Seth!"

We both turned our heads towards the direction the noise came from. Without a word we both ran towards the house.

"A vampire?" Jacob shouted, jumping to his feet, anger on his face. The pack had already gathered in the living room when we arrived, all seeming nervous. Then Jared had sprung the news.

"Plural, there's more than one," Jared said, looking nervous and excited at the same time. He had been wanting to fight for a long time, and here was his chance, I suppose.

"How many?" Jacob growled, glancing at me as if to make sure I was still sitting two feet away from him instead of in the middle of the woods, attacking a group of bloodsuckers on my own. Idiot.

"About a dozen, maybe more," Jared said with confidence.

Jacob merely nodded, his arms crossed, deep in concentration. I wondered if it was possible to throw something at him without jarring him to his senses.

"Alright," he finally said, uncrossing his arms, "Quil and Jared are with me," he said before turning to Sam as he held Emily in his arms, looking tense, "Sam, Embry, Leah, and Paul are with you."

Sam merely nodded before giving his wife a brief kiss and leaving with his pack-mates.

It was so confusing, watching her return the kiss after having seen her underneath Sam, screaming, begging for him to stop. It was the biggest paradox since the invention of peanut butter and jelly in one jar.

I looked at Jacob after Sam and company had left. "What about me?" I asked.

Jacob gave me a long ways glance, his look softening slightly.

"You're going to stay here with Emily and you're not going to leave." He said simply as he walked with Jared, who was looking like he might piss his pants with excitement, and Quil, who shot me a sympathetic gaze.

I gaped at the dominant werewolf. Was he seriously putting me under house arrest like I was a criminal? Was it a crime to want to help?

"Like hell I will," I growled, getting up off the couch I had been sitting on and making my way towards the door.

I felt Jacob's arms go around me and, next thing I knew, he was carrying me up the stairs in his arms. He walked into my room, kicking aside some shoes and articles of clothing as he went, me fighting him as hard as I could.

He set me on the bed before straightening up, his gaze threatening.

"I said," he growled as he towered over me, "you're staying here."

Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode towards the hall.

I clenched my fists in anger as I sat on the bed, feeling anger and frustration seep through me like a murderous toxin.

"Gee," I snarled under my breath, mostly for my own benefit, "I guess I'll just have to call the police and let them know I'm being held hostage."

Jacob stopped in the doorway and I realized with a sinking feeling that he had heard me.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself before walking over to the bedside table and picked up the house phone that lay on its surface. I saw what he was planning a second before it happened. With a crack of plastic and a crunch muffled by his hand, Jacob crushed my phone in his iron grip.

He turned to me, his eyes blazing with withheld anger. "You aren't calling anyone or going anywhere," he snarled viciously, his rigid pose reeking of untold threats.

He walked towards the door, the shattered remains of my phone still in hand.

My temper rose like a hot air balloon in my chest, obstructing all reason as the frustration of Sam's memory and his expectation for me to just give in to Jacob now that I wasn't able to deny that he couldn't control himself, shooting through my veins. Sam may have experienced what Jacob was going through to a small degree, but that didn't make me like Jacob. I was being selfish and biased, again, but I didn't care. I was sick of just keeping my opinions locked away inside of me because I was afraid of being raped.

It was time to trust my instincts, close my eyes, and leap, metaphorically, of course. There was no way I would close my eyes with Jacob around, plus my instincts would probably tell me to submit and jumping wouldn't solve anything.

So why did I use that phrase? Because it sounded cool.

"You can't order me around!" I shouted, "I'll go where I want and there is nothing that you can do to stop me! You broke the phone, so what? You lock the door, whatever, I'll just go out the window and if I break my neck then you'll just have to find someone else to control!"

He stopped at the doorway of my room, listening to my rant with his back to me. As I went on, his body began to slowly tense as if trying to withhold back the tremors that now shook his hands.

I continued, ignoring the wolf's voice that was screaming at me to stop, "You think that just because you imprinted on me you can tell me what to do! But buddy, I'm not going to just stand by while the rest of you are fighting! I'm not yours!"

He suddenly whipped himself around, his eyes burning. I heard a miniscule crash as the remains of the phone toppled from his hand.

With a growl he moved towards me, his hands clenched at his sides. I tensed, having expected this as I moved away from him. Unfortunately, I tripped over the shoes that were still scattered on the floor and it caused me to stumble against the wall.

He was suddenly against me, his body pressed flush against mine, sandwiching me between his burning form and the icy cold wall. My torso, pressed against his chest, felt like it was on fire, my back, flat against the wall as I tried to get my body as far away from his as possible.

He glared at me, but not with lust; with a dark determination. "That's what you think," he growled in a low, threatening voice.

"Jacob..." I tried to say, my voice warning. He cut me off with a sharp growl, threatening in its animalistic tone.

Then he smashed his face against mine, his lips jerking my jaw around before I managed to clamp my mouth shut. He grabbed my hands and put them around his neck before releasing them. Not knowing what else to do I left them hanging limply. I felt his heart thudding roughly in his chest and the blood pounding in the veins along his neck. My heart was pounding as well but with terror rather than exaltation and his had a panicked rhythm that was both pain and anticipation.

His lips moved roughly against mine, his head leaning down to reach my mouth better. One of his hands was at the back of my head; his fingers twisted in my hair, keeping my head from turning away from his, the other around my back, pulling my waist to his.

His lips, finding that mine refused to respond, became more insistent, moving with such strength that my lips were forced open, his tongue running along my teeth and his breath filling my mouth.

"Kiss me back," he muttered hoarsely, his aroused scent filling my nostrils. I winced as I felt his control settle over me, making my mouth begin to respond to him against my will, moving weakly with his.

He removed his hand from my waist and grabbed my jaw, jerking my mouth open easily. As soon as it felt an opening, Jacob's tongue was in my mouth, familiarizing itself with the interior.

I had never felt so terrified of being raped than at that moment. The feeling of dominance and possessiveness he always imposed was overpowering. The feeling of his tongue moving inside my mouth was so incredibly intimate that it was completely perverse and I felt my own tongue asking for the permission to enter the space between his teeth. He eagerly granted me access and my tongue began to enter.

I felt a fresh surge of panic race through me.

What was I doing? I was only a few steps from losing myself to him! I knew I had to stop or else there was no way I could keep his hormones from overriding his thought process.

I had to regain control of myself...somehow.

Voice, oh voice, where hast thou gone, didst thou tarry inside my head too long? Wait, I was making up a rhyme in order to call my wolf? I was completely nuts.

So, finally ready to listen? The voice cooed at me.

Yes, I spat mentally.

Good, you need to tense, his order is forcing you to relax, if you do the opposite, it will override his control.

I did so as quickly as I could, tensing the muscles all along my body as the wolf talked me through it, telling me which muscles to flex. I felt his control over me slip off just in time for him to squeeze my hip.

I hastily withdrew my tongue and stopped kissing him. He didn't even notice, just kept making out with me as avidly as ever. I bit on his tongue, trying to force him to withdraw it from my mouth but he ignored me, merely picked up speed as his mouth continued its assault. I bit down harder, my temper suddenly rising as I felt a reminder of how weak and defenseless I was against him.

It angered me even more when he didn't react to my futile attempts above a low chuckle of dark amusement.

I removed my hands from around his neck -why hadn't I removed them in the first place; I'd never know and pushed against his chest, feeling the contours of the muscles rippling beneath his t-shirt with more definition than usual despite myself. I hated it when my submissive side made me notice things like that. It didn't turn me on or give me any sort of sexual admiration but feeling my eyes dragging over to watch the way his muscles moved when he walked or how he looked in black was annoying. And disgusting.

This action only encouraged him. Apparently, he thought I was feeling him up.

With an inhuman growl he pulled his mouth away from me and swept me up in his arms. He raced over to the bed and dropped me on top of it, jumping on all fours on top of me before his mouth started anew.

I felt my heart give an uncomfortable thump and I heard blood pounding in my ears as he hitched my knee on his hip, holding it there, and replaced my hands around his neck, his mouth never ceasing its violation of my mouth's privacy. After placing my hands on his neck he put his left hand next to my head, holding his torso aloft

As soon as he let go of my hands I pulled them away and placed them on the bed's surface, trying to scoot myself out from underneath him. My knee slid off of his hip as I did so and I applied both my feet to the task of getting away from him before he lost it completely.

"Jacob!" I shouted, trying to get him to snap out of it.

He growled once more and grabbed my waist with his left hand, yanking it up against his body, molding me against his massive shape as his other arm dropped down onto its elbow to better hold the back of my head as his erection pressed onto my groin.

I felt my body stiffen involuntarily. He was going too far.

He felt my new posture and it seemed to anger him. He began to speed up, but it felt more controlled, as if he was forcing himself to do it.

He finally stopped kissing me but didn't get off. Instead, he very slowly began to move his mouth along my cheek towards my ear. Once he reached it he began to slowly run his tongue along the outer edge. I felt like I was incapable of movement as his hand gripped my thigh.

"Seth," he said, "If you leave this house at any point between the time I leave and the time I get back you'll find that I am not above using violence."

He very gently bit the top of my ear, causing a shiver of fear to race through me.

He spoke again, his voice husky, "I can smell if you've been outside and I can track you if you try to escape. And when I find you," he didn't finish, only ran his other hand across my stomach a few inches from my crotch.

He nipped my earlobe a few times before he got off of me. I sat up and turned to him, not really believing what I had just heard.

"So," I said slowly, some of the anger I had felt moments earlier coming back just a little, "You're saying if I try to help then you'll rape me?"

He sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "No, I probably won't go that far, but there are plenty of things I can do to you that won't involve taking your virginity."

I clenched my hands into fists on the bed top, feeling anger rush through me as rebellion clawed its way up my throat and into my mouth.

"Probably?" I muttered, mostly to myself but loud enough for him to hear as well, "I find that hard to believe."

He growled, his voice dripping with dominance, "I once told you that I wouldn't hesitate to use force if that's what it took to keep you safe."

"You're much too brave for your own good," He continued, taking one hand from his pocket and running his fingers across the foot of my bed in a slightly distracted manner, "I know that you want to help, even though you're not made for it.

I gritted my teeth before turning my head away so I wouldn't have to look at his stupid face.

"But I will keep my threat," he said, "Make no mistake about that. You may hate me but, as alpha, I have to keep my promises, both good and bad. And I won't tolerate your endangering your life."

"Fine," I muttered, refusing to look at him, "I've been warned."

I heard him sigh then felt his hand take my chin and turn my face to his.

"Seth, baby," he whispered, his mouth inches away from mine, sorrow on every part of his face, "I know that you think otherwise, but I love you. And I'll always love you, no matter what happens."

I turned my face away from his. He let go of my chin and I felt him lean away.

"I'll see you when I get back," he said over his shoulder as he left. What was it with him calling over his shoulder? Couldn't he just say what he wanted to while facing me and then leave? He was the king of unoriginal exits.

I waited ten minutes after the pack left before I went to the window, checking to see if he had gotten anyone to watch me. I didn't see anyone with my werewolf eyes but I guessed that it was due to the fact that Jacob thought his threats would scare me into submission.

Ha, as if. I wasn't going to be told what to do; I was going to do what I was meant to do. I was going to help my pack protect our home.

I climbed out the window, being careful to close the window before leaving and began to run into the woods, knowing that I wouldn't phase until I was absolutely sure that the others would be too occupied with killing bloodsuckers to notice that I was helping them.

I knew I would probably regret what I was about to do but at the moment, I was willing to take whatever punishment he had planned if it meant that I could be on the edge, no matter how briefly.

I would risk it if it meant I could take my life in my own hands one last time before I was claimed by Jacob Black for the rest of my life.