"What?" She quaked, flinching back. Her voice was too tight, too high pitched and trembled with fear. She trembled with fear of the unknown. They were unknown and what they wanted to do with her was. She didn't like questions left unanswered, and that's all that they were raising.

Roman growled from above her, making her eyes widen before everything was spinning and she found herself looking down at him, his arms encaging her against his chest and hers braced against the solid, warm, span of muscles under her.

She scrambled to get up, this position much worse than before. It left her open, and while she was no longer caged in by them, it made her feel worse and somehow even more vulnerable than before.

She began to push off his firm chest, attempting to keep as much space between the two of them as possible and made the mistake of forgetting about the other two, freezing when hands settled on her hips, keeping her immobile.

She remained straddling Roman's hips, staring down at him while her hands uselessly dangled at her side, switching to move, but was all too aware of the presence behind her. She knew it was Seth, seeing Dean kneeling at her side much closer and without remorse pressing against her.

So close.

Air exploded from her lungs, eyes popping open as she felt lips press against her neck. Her mark. She was barely aware of hands running up and down her arms in an attempt to soothe her trembling, because all she knew was the lips on her skin. They were gentle but firm, not letting their intentions go misinterpreted.

She didn't flinch away, but she wanted to. She was shaken to her core, and the moisture forming in her eyes went unchecked as she remained as still as possible, this moment forever being engraved in her core.

"Easy baby," Seth cooed from being, his breath brushing against her ear. He began to run his hands up and down her arms to further soothe her, the sweetness of it made her ache. But she was also afraid for what they had planned. The ideas running through her mind made her tense and once more Roman's dissatisfied growl sounded, gaining her attention for just a split second.

Dean took advantage, lips pressing firmly against her neck at the same time's Seth's hands clamped on her hips. She assumed it was to ensure she wouldn't go anywhere, but she wouldn't, even if she could. Because what Dean was doing made everything come to a screeching halt. Her wondering thoughts, her wolfs pacing, the trembling in her hands, and even her racing heart. It all stopped at the feeling of his lips on her mating mark.

She would have sworn time stopped if it wasn't for Seth's steady heartbeat against her back. Emotions swamped her and tears filled her eyes. Her was being so soft, gentle, his tongue running lightly over the indentations before pressing one last kiss and moving away.

Not completely, but enough that he could see her face now. She met his open gaze with an equally broken one, walls completely coming down in this moment and revealing everything, whether she liked it or not. She couldn't guarantee it would stay this way, that she'd be this open with her feelings, but she could give this to them in this moment.

Dean's hand cupped the back of her head in acknowledgement, momentarily bringing their foreheads together before moving back and giving Seth room to follow his lead, ravishing her mark with the same amount of love Dean did.

Dean remained close, only backing away when Roman sat up. Personal space flew out the window, but with them she was becoming accustomed to not having any. His large hands cupped her cheeks and examined her.

It was hard to fully make him out, the tears she was keeping in made everything blurry. But those tears were the only thing that kept her together. So even if they all knew she was crying, either from the sobs shaking her or the in-tune mating thing, she held on to them. Until Roman told her not to.

"Let go," he muttered, his nose rubbing against her collarbone. "Let it out baby girl." He ended in the same spot the other two, showing just as much love. "Let it go."

And she did.

Freshly showered, smeared makeup off, sweats on and hair up, Ava felt mostly human. Mostly. Her emotional breakdown an hour ago still lingered in her mind and if she thought back to it, she'd get teary all over again.

She couldn't very well call it an emotions breakdown, because all of it was the mental walls she built up crumbled around them. And they, there were just there and so… so kind.

They held her, whispered comforting words didn't let her go until she was ready. When she was, they understood her need for space and to gain composure. They left her to go get food and should be back soon. It didn't get past het that there were taking het time. She appreciated it.

But was also very hungry. So anytime now…

Besides her hunger, the longer they were gone the more time it gave her to think. Kind of ironic considering she wasn't sure what she should think. She never thought she'd be in this position again. Never be close to someone, not after….

Not after her last mate. And now she had three. Three who showed no interest in defacing her mark, but had in fact showed her love towards it. She didn't know if that would last. If they did pursue this, very big if, then that could change. But she had to push that aside for now.

For now.

The door opened, pulling her out of her musings as the three boys walked in with pizza and wings. Her stomach growled in anticipation.

"Hungry?" Seth asked teasingly.

"Yeah, I need to be fed before groped from now on."

"Is that an invitation to grope you more?" Dean asked, breathing in her ear.

She shuddered against his chest and purposely elbowed him in the gut to escape back to her bed with her plate of food, ignoring his deep laugh.

They all settled down with their food into a comfortable silence that just fit effortlessly like they'd been doing this forever. It spoke volume's about the situation.

To bad Ava wasn't prepared to listen. She glanced up to find Seth watching her, clearly amused over something. "Do you have a problem Mr. Rollins?" She questioned, putting her empty plate to the side.

"I always thought of you as a salad girl, that's all," he chuckled.

She snorted in response. "With these thighs? Far from it. Are you complaining?"

"Not at all," Dean rasped from his spot on the other bed. "Seen enough girls in the indies starve themselves over stupid shit for a lifetime."

It was ridiculous with the cheerleaders when I was in football," roman jumped in, shaking his head.

"I stuck by positive people," Seth shrugged.

"I wish I had the same choice," Ava muttered, dropping her gaze.

She was aware of the bed shifting and then Seth was beside, lifting her head up to look at her, a frown on his face. "I didn't mean to upset you."

Damn.

"You didn't. I'm over sensitive over on my past." On opening up to people, but she didn't say that out loud.

"Why?" Dean was joining them on the bed, coming to her other side. No doubt roman would be here any second, this not being complete unless they triple teamed her.

"I don't think now's the time to get into this," She tried.

"Then let's make it," Seth said. "We want to get to know you."

"Seth," She muttered. Where did their understanding go? Why couldn't they get that she'd pushed her boundaries as far as she could tonight? Hell, she thought she'd done enough to satisfy them.

"We won't rush you," Roman said, standing at the end of the bed. The for now left unspoken. "But sooner of later, its going to happen. All of it."

The way he eyes her body left no wondering to the meanings behind his words, and a blush spread across her body in awareness. His chest expanded and the quite rumbling coming from of the body's told her that they didn't miss her reactions.

"So what are the sleeping arrangements?" She asked, changing the subject and moving off the bed to create space from them and their implications.

"Who do you want to sleep with the most?"

Damn them and their double meanings. "I don't know, nor care," She growled, going to take retreat into the bathroom for space. "Figure it out," She called over her shoulder, locking the bathroom door behind her. As she stood and examined herself, she began to questions what she was doing here.

As she stood and examined herself, she began to questions what she was doing here. Was this the right thing? Based on her appearance, she'd have to say yes. She looked… happy. It seemed stupid to say it, but it was true.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes didn't look so harsh, and she felt safe. It's been a long time since she felt that way, especially around other people.

She ran her hands under cold water to help cool off before she went out to face them, finding all of them standing around stripped to boxers.

It made her freeze, her efforts to cool off thrown out the window seeing so much skin and muscle. She had to catch herself, though the smirk on Dean's face told her she was caught.

"If this is your place, its not working," She said, eyes widening when Dean began to walk towards her, making her move away and his smirk widen. "Who am I sleep with?" She questioned, flinching at how that sounded.

"You can have all three darling, if you can handle it," Dean drawled. "Though it might be a tight fit."

"Me," Seth interrupted, drawing her attention. "You've got me."

Her shoulders relaxed, shooting Dean a glare that she knew would only encourage him.

"He's a cuddler," Dean threw over his shoulder on his way to the bathroom. She glanced over and found Roman grinning at her, making her wonder exactly what she got herself into.

"Shit, you look terrible."

The diva groaned in response and threw the blanket over her head. Ava smirked and adjusted her grip on the phone, skyping Paige to check on her. "You're so flattering," Paige muttered through the blanket.

"Did you get any sleep on the plan?" Ava asked.

"Who cares about my shit, I wan tot hear about your room mates," Paige said, peeking up through the blanket. How was your sleepover? Or wasn't there much sleeping?"

"Funny," Ava grumbled, glancing around to make sure no one was listening in. "It was…"

Yeah, how was it? She didn't give herself time to actually sit here and think it out. It would've been hard surrounded by them, especially considering they took away an ability she had to think, to fight. Her mind drifted as she thought about her little freakout in the middle of the night.

It was entirely too warm and stopped being cozy an hour ago. Sweat was beginning to form on her body, making her wake up quicker, eyes pooping open as she shifted in discomfort. It took her a moment to realize where she was and why she was so goddamn hot.

She was sprawled on top of a breathing heater, a leg thrown over his waist and hands curled on his chest. Her eyes widened and she forced herself to remain still, not wanting to wake him up.

Slowly she untangled herself from him and the blanket and moved off the bed, once off it flattening herself against the wall.

He chest was heaving, on the verge of a panic attack. She needed more distance. She scurried past him and other two unsuspecting sleeping figured and into the bathroom. She found condolence in the bright light of the room, grounding her but at the same time making it worse because she wasn't dreaming, this was real.

She thought she'd be fine, thought she could be an adult about this, but she never thought she'd wake up cuddling Seth freaking Rollins. What was she doing? She didn't know anymore.

She allowed herself some more time before slowly existing the bathroom, coming to a halt at the sight of Roman leaning against the wall, head aback against the wall, eyes closed. They opened and he slowly turned to face her.

"You good?" he rumbled lowly.

"Yeah," She breathed.

If only that was the case.

"Ava?"

"I'm scared," She finally said, having to look away and momentarily block her face from Paige. She was on the verge of a complete breakdown, completely different from the one she had the other day. That was mourning and acceptance of her mark. This, this was about her feelings and the fact that she was falling for them.

This was long overdue, but not exactly the best moment."

"I'm kicking their asses," Paige snarled, coming closer to the camera. "What did they do?"

"Nothing, I'm just." Her voice cracked and she focused on her shoes rather than Paige. "I don't know what I'm doing. I use to know what I wanted, where I stood and now…" She couldn't finish. She couldn't say the rest out loud.

Couldn't say that now she wanted them. She wanted mates.

"It's not their fault," She finally said, brushing a loan tear away.

"Can I still kick their ass?" Paige asked a minute later, drawing a little laugh from her. "Seriously Ava."

"I'm having a weak moment. I'll be find in five minutes.

"And then ready to cry again in 10."

"I'm confused, not pmsing."

"Can't tell the difference with you."

"Oh bite me."

"Sounds more up your mates ally, not mine." Ava simply shot her a look. "Too soon?"

"Way to soon." She wasn't sure when she'd be comfortable talking about it. "I need to go do this interview with this new chick. Renee Young, heard of her?"

"Nope. But you have fun with that."

"Thanks for the encouragement," Ava muttered once Paige logged off, slowly pushing to her feet. She hated to admit she felt better after talking to Paige, only another reminder of her change of heart. What were these boys doing to her?

Her hand shot out on the wall as a wave of dizziness nearly knocked her back down. A wave of heat over swept her and she shivered despite how hot she felt

She needed water. She better not have caught Paige's sickness. She made it to the girls room and immediately splashed water on hr face and neck, trying to clear her head.

She caught sight of herself in the morrior and everything slipped into place but managed to crumble at the same time. The eyes that starred back at her were burnt orange, the eyes of a lonely and aching wolf about to go in heat.

Her heart dropped out the same time her stomach fell out of her body. No, she couldn't do this. Not now, not yet.

She fell back against the wall, gasping in air as she clutched her mess of a stomach. She'd just started getting comfortable with them, accepting them as mates, but she couldn't go this far with them, she wasn't ready for physical contact. All the progress that was made would be thrown out the window because of this stupid heat.

She knew she wouldn't be able to stop her body's reaction and the need to be touched would be so strong she'd beg.

If they were good mates, they wouldn't make her suffer. Meaning…

There was no getting around this.

Aa spurring calmness settled over her and the tears came to a halt. This was happening whether of not she liked it, but she wasn't about to go in this situation without any control. Maybe she wasn't ready for this, but maybe this was exactly what she needed.

Slowly she regained her bearings and straightened up, wiping away her tears and getting one last look at herself. She wasn't sure when this actually would kick in, it being so long since she'd gone into heat, but she was sure she'd make it to one of the boys safely.

But as she neared the interview station, she realized that maybe she got the whole situation wrong. The whole situation. Because standing there was non other then Dean Ambrose, standing too close to some blonde and looking way to cozy. Ava was aware of her wolf clawing at the back of her head to get out, to let her take care of whoever this bitch was, but the human side was too hurt and noisy to move, watching the situation unfold. She could have all of this wrong, could've just come in at the-

The blonde rose up on her toes at the same time Dean began to lean down, a proud smirk on his face, but ava didn't see no more, immediately spinning and taking off in the other direction. Her heart felt heavy, hurt, and while she held plenty of rage, it was temporary over shadowed as another wave of hear swamped her, a sheen layer of swear covering her body

Her arms crept up to wrap around her middle, a shiver racking her and her body beginning to cramp. One thing she did remember about this, was that the pain was before pleasure. She tried to keep her gaze down, not wanting to catch anyone's attention, but running into a full blown alpha wouldn't help at all.

As she rounded a corner, she spotted Alberto Del Rio walking her way, whistling loudly, not having a care in the world. That was about to change. Paige was her friend and his mate, meaning he was a potential ally and could get her out of here safely.

She hesitated, wondering if she should actually involve him in her mess, but the buzzing in her veins began to pulse and she bit back a groan, decision made.

She stumbled in his way, seeing a look of surprise on his face before everything went blurry and she cried out in pain, doubling over and using him for support.

"Whoa chica," he began.

"Help, please," She whimpered. "I need."

Once more everything turned black, the blood in her ears roaring to the point it was deafening.

"Come, we'll find your boys."

Ever in her confused, over heated state, she knew what boys she was talking about. "No," She rasped, still bent over at the waist and trying so hard for everything to become clear again. "I just need"

"Sounds like she needs a man."

She knew that voice but now couldn't place it, feeling as if ants were under her skin, pure fire in her veins and bees in her skull. The heat was indescribable, but it was too intense, having no choice but to succumb to it and giving in.

She felt her world tipping and barely heard that voice promising her a good time before everything slipped away.

The feelings of hands pawing at her sensitive flesh awoken her from her dazed state. She arched away, feeling as if the hands were touching her raw nerves themselves.

"Bloody hell," someone panted.

Her brows furrowed, the voice triggering something that made her focus shift from the fire burning her up. Something was wrong… this wasn't right. It was a struggle, but she opened her eyes and adjusted to the poorly lit room, pieces slowly coming together into her worst nightmare.

She was naked from the waist up, her cloths no where in sight and a very naked and very turned on Wade Barrett tugging on her jeans. Any remnants of heat in her body was replaced with adrenaline and fear, lashing out.

Her foot connected with his thigh, completely catching him off guard and allowing her other foot to slam into his stomach, knocking him away from her.

"Shit, get back here," He growled, lunging for her as she rolled away.

Her legs were too unstable to support her and she ended up stumbling into the wall, Barrett hot on her heels. Reacting too slow, he got a hold of her, yanking her back against his naked body. "Easy love, you wont be fighting once I'm done with you."

Not in this lifetime.

Her head snapped back, something cracking in the process, both parties crying out. Her head throbbed from the connection and she fought the urge to puke, more distracted by how light headed she was, causing her to drop to her knees. She heard Barrett collapse somewhere behind her, but would deal with him as it came. Right now, she had to move.

Adrenaline still coursing through her, she pushed to her feet and just managed to catch herself on the bed. Her eyes felt heavy, but she scanned the room for cloths, the coldness making her even more aware of her nakedness.

The shirt was completely ripped, forcing her to tug on her bra and jacket, trying to get out of here as soon as possible. She casted one more glance at the unconscious Barrett before escaping the dark hotel room. She tried to run far away from him and any chances of her being dragged back in, but she couldn't.

Her body felt too heavy, everything was hot and stifling, causing a rumbling in the back of her throat, a despite whine for help, for relief. She clenched her eyes shut and set her nails into the carpet. She couldn't give into her wolf and this seemingly act of "mother nature". Screw mother nature and her wolf.

It was a struggle, but she made it to her feet and a few feet down the hallway but came to a halt when it broke off in two directions she realized the full situation.

She had no idea where she was, where her stuff was, if she was even in the same city. On top of all of that, she was only wearing a bra and a coat worn more like a shawl. What was she going to do?

Her woeful debating drained her of energy she didn't have, and she had to lean against the wall just for support, putting her head back while trying to gain her composure. She could do this, she could-

A menacing snarl made her stomach clench, fear spiking hard, but the heat harder. The sound of a male so close affecting her more then she liked. Her head turned, almost reluctantly, and another whimper escaping her throat, but this one more of relief then anything. It drowned out the fear and even the heat for a minute as she spotted Roman down the hallway, leaking alpha and eyes glowing.

It made the heat worse, but it wasn't Barrett, so she could endure it for him. He quickly moved to her, moved on her, face digging almost painfully into her neck as he inhaled, snarling against her flesh. It burned when he touched her, made her ache in places and in ways she'd never felt before.

"Please." She barley recognized herself, so openly needy, pushing further against him, practically dry humping him, but she never felt this amount of need before. "Roman." Her hands curled around his biceps, but he pulled roughly away from her, a look of disgust filling his gaze.

"Barrett can have you," He spat. Then he did the unthinkable and left. Left her there alone in an unknown hotel, half dressed, aching and nearing on the point of need, and worst of all, completely heartbroken. As she collapsed on the ground and heaved with the force of her sobs, she knew this moment would forever be seared into her mind, for it was at this moment that her trust, her heart, her soul, completely shattered.

She wasn't sure how long she remained there, hell, she didn't know if anyone had even walked by her, she only became aware was when she felt the ground move under her and she was scooped into someone's arms. She began to tense, but they were quick to reassure her, speaking softly to her in Spanish.

It was how she knew who it was and she was safe to let the blackness take her, muttering one thing before it did.

"Don't tell them. Don't."

Cold water pricked her sensitive skin, helping the remaining fuzziness go away. The heat was starting to fade, at least the worst of it, and all that remained was the feeling that she was in a car accident, her heart personally run over.

Del Rio… he was so considerate, taking such good care of her. He brought her back to his room and set her on the bed while he started a bath for her. He was all too careful when undressing her, it being far from sexual and he didn't linger once he set her in the tub, leaving her and giving her privacy, immediately calling Paige.

He'd been on the phone with her for a full 60 minutes, debating what to do with her. From what she could gather, she was going to San Antonio with him and back to his house where Paige was waiting.

For once she was glad she didn't have the choice, because she wasn't sure what she'd do.

There was a knock on the door. "Chica? I'm the setting the phone here. Paige wants to speak with you."

She didn't say anything, kept her eyes locked straight ahead, even when Paige began asking questions, cursing at her for not responding, breaking down when she didn't respond,. But to that, to that, Ava could respond to, because she broke down too.

They walked side by side, Alberto being a gentleman and carrying her bags, but also remaining close enough that people would think of them as a couple. She didn't complain, considering it made her feel safe.

"There she is," He muttered at her side.

She glanced up and followed his gaze, spotting Paige standing alone and obviously looking for them. Once they were spotted she immediately rushed to them, attacking Ava in a hug.

No words were spoken, she just held her for a few moments until Ava had to pull away, emotions getting the best of her. "Thanks for letting me stay with you guys," She said, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "Are we."

"I know what you're doing," Paige growled, grabbing her arms hard enough to gain her attention. "It's not working, not now. You aren't pushing me away."

Ava didn't say anything, couldn't, because she knew if she did, she'd breakdown once more and wouldn't be able to keep her composure. And that was all she had left, couldn't Paige understand that?

"Come, let's get out of this airport, yes?" Del Rio urged, shuffling them along.

And while they were on the way to their house, with Paige and Alberto continually shooting her worried glances in the backseat, all Ava thought about was how the weather was in San Antonio.

Getting called in early was never a good sign, and she supposed she should be nervous, but at this point these types of meetings were just a part of her everyday life and she'd grown to accept them. Accept the fact that she'd never be enough, do enough for this company, for Hunter, or possible anyone else.

And she could see Hunters anger practically reflecting off of him, but he was going to give her a chance to explain. How considerate. Too bad she had nothing to say.

"There's nothing to explain," She shrugged.

"Barrett and your boys disagree," He argued.

It set her teeth on edge with how he said your boys. It was very clear they weren't going to be anything to her, just how she meant nothing to them. Especially Dean, evident by how quick he found someone to occupy his time with then she wasn't around. "They'll get over it," She said, when in reality all she hoped was that she'd get over it. Get over them and Barrett.

"Is this some joke to you?" Hunter snapped, getting frustrated with her.

She continued to look at him, her mouth opened, prepared to deliver a long spew of words she had in her head, but shut it at the last minute. She didn't trust herself, knowing she'd breakdown in the middle of it.

Hunter, sensing her disconnection to the conversation, sighed and rubbed his forehead for a moment before speaking. "As of now you're being pulled from the shows, live and house and all of your appearances will be canceled. Any future storylines…"

She stopped listening, she barely remembered getting up and leaving his office. She wasn't sure she'd even gotten dismissed, only realized she wasn't in his office anymore when she was flat against the wall with a very angry Seth sniffing her neck.

"You don't smell like him," He growled.

She didn't have to ask who he was.

He pulled away and starred down at her, hurt and anger evident in his eyes. "You want to explain why you went to."

"Barrett?" She finished, noticing the way the lines at his mouth tightened at his name. "He was close, handy and got the job down. I didn't think it would be a problem." The lie left a bad taste in her mouth.

"Not a problem?" He was close to snapping, a part of her hoped he did, not helping but to feel she deserved it as some type of punishment. A twisted part of her felt disappointed when he turned away from her. He took a visible deep breath and turned to look at her once more. "I want the truth."

This was her opportunity. She knew that of all three of them Seth would be the one most likely to understand. He wasn't completely consumed in his wolf, not over run by alpha. He would be the calm one, the one that offered her comfort, he'd help her.

But she didn't know how to help herself. "That's it."

"Then why don't I believe you?"

"Not my problem," She attempted to move away but he reached out and grabbed her. "Don't you have a blonde to woo?" She spat, surprising herself almost as much as she surprised him, unsure of where that jealousy came from.

"What?" He frowned, loosening his grip. She used that as her advantage and yanked away, moving as far away from him as possible.

Ava stabbed at her food, not really hungry but not enough energy to say no to the food that was shoved her way. Sometimes it was better shoveling food then dealing with Paige and Alberto's harassment.

Speaking of them, they both acted as guard dogs on either side of her, occasionally growling at anyone who stopped to speak or looked a little too long. Mostly because rumors of her and Barrett's night was spread around, the rumor mill going strong tonight.

It didn't help that word of Dean choosing Renee over her was starting up as well. She was officially the talk of the company. Joy.

Paige made a noise in the back of her throat, drawing Ava's attention. She looked away quickly, but not quick enough, drawing Ava's attention to the situation a few tables away.

The situation being a pretty little blonde sitting on Dean Ambrose's lap, grinning down at him like she belonged there.

Jealous was a bitch, rising up Ava's throat in a low growl that caused Rio to grab at her arm in warning, prepared to stop her in case she did anything. And she realized she was close, muscles tightening as her wolf prepared to lunge.

But she didn't have the right to defend them, because they weren't hers.

It was a struggle, but she forced herself to relax and to look away from them, but only to look at the other two sitting at the table. Roman had his head down and was focused on his food, but Seth, Seth was starring right back at her.

She was caught looking. Caring.

She glanced over at Renee once more, before looking back at Seth with raised eyebrows, her little blonde comment earlier becoming clear to him as he sat up straighter, mouth opening.

Whatever he was going to say, even if it wasn't for her, she looked away, done with her emotions and this situation.

"Are you okay?" Paige muttered.

"Just dandy," She replied, resuming stabbing her food.

Surprise, an update that didn't come over a week apart! But at the same time sorry? This story is taking a turn to the sadder/less cheerful side and we'll see less and less of the boys in upcoming chapters. Sorry but I promise it has a purpose for this story!

Thanks for every review, follow and favorite, you guys are really awesome, seriously, you dont get it.

Special thanks to:

freayamichaelson: Trust me, I get it. I love when her walls are down, but we won't see that for awhile now. (i support Team Seth as well!)

ambroserollinsgirl: Glad you enjoyed them! I'm still working on adding more Roman, but glad you're enjoying it in the meantime!

fanfic60: Thanks so much, glad you like my story! And trust me, Ava has a long journey ahead of her!

Brookeworm3: I've always held a soft spot for the Shield, partly why I'll mroe stories involve them, but glad you like!

wolviegurl: She let them in for a minute, but Dean messed up. We'll see where this goes from here i guess. thanks for reviewing!

Msaju17: I loved writing last chapter and the beginning of this one, but the end not so much... I hope you like this chapter as well, even though it might be you're least favorite. :)

Dark-Bright-Falcon: Glad I didn't make you wait so long like last time! Ava and her wolf will always be a continually fight, especially since Ava likes to keep messing with it and letting it run the show, but then putting her walls back up. its safe to say those walls are going to be up for a while. As for hunter, he knows he was wrong, but he isn't an ass kisser. In this story he can almost be called a bad guy, even those he isnt, he just makes bad choices and thinks soley with his alpha since he has a pack to run, so doing much more then apologizing? Probably not.