Back in the office with Heather and Bridget, Heather began smoking another cigarette. "From the looks of it, I'd say you were rejected." she told Bridget..

"I wasn't rejected. I wasn't able to make my move because some idiot cut into my time." she replied.

"What idiot?" Heather was puzzled.

"Some idiot with messed up hair and the brain of a two year old." she scorned.

Bridget wasn't valiant enough to admit that Drew might have been right about Sam being in love with Brigitte. She made it up in her mind that she was going to ask Sam personally if he had love for Brigitte. If he says yes, then she'd leave him alone. If the answer was no, then she was going to weasel her way into his heart; however not for the reasons of love. Rather because she liked having the best looking guy on her shoulders.

While she was thinking, a customer in his mid-forties came in complaining about the heating unit. "Hey Heather, tell Todd that there's a problem with room 11's heating unit." Bridget ordered.

Heather sneered. She didn't feel like it. "Why aren't there any real men to work around here."

"Maybe because you ran them all off." Bridget responded. Heather scoffed and dragged her way to the back to where Todd was.

Now that Sam, Brigitte, and Drew made it where the Ferland's lived and were waiting out the storm, Somewhere not far off from where they were, the wolves were hot on their trail. The female was a few miles ahead of the male. Every time she smelled Brigitte's scent made her blood boil.

It was coming in the deep of winter. In that time, mating season for the wolves begun. Her attitude was just as dangerous as before. She was coming in heat and hoped to get Sam as her mated couple as soon as possible.

Like migrating salmon, she was pushed by determination to trek through the piling snow and strong winds. She wasn't going to let anything get in her way. The male had the same thing in mind for Brigitte. They had gone a very long time with no mate and ventured to cease their lonely status.

Back at the hotel, Brigitte had taken off of her jacket and laid it on the dresser. She wasn't going to put anything in it's rightful place because they had things to do and places to go. She set everything to where she wouldn't have trouble getting her things together later.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and took off her shoes. They didn't bring any extra clothes with them so she made do with what she had.

It was before long when Ginger appeared. "I take it that Sam hasn't told you what was on his mind yet." she began out of the blue.

Brigitte was so used to her showing up that she didn't startle. "And I take it that you do." Brigitte replied.

"Of course I do. But I don't think it would be right for me to tell you."

"Why do you hate Sam so much? After everything he's helped me with, why do you hate him?" Brigitte wanted to find out once and for all.

"I thought he was steeling you away from me." she started humbly. "I have a confession to make Brigitte."

"Confession about what?" Brigitte asked in her usual grave tone.

"On Halloween night, I told you that I was going to see Sam because I intended on you following me there. I wanted to prove to you that he wasn't good enough for you. I tried to seduce him so you could walk in on us and see him for the asshole he was. But it didn't work. He rejected me so...I broke his arm."

Brigitte's eyes were wide opened after her confession. "So you hate Sam not only because I went to him for help, but because he proved you wrong."

"He didn't upset me because you went to him for help. And believe me, I was upset when you put him over me. But it was something else." she clued her in.

"I've never put Sam over you Ginger. You were the sole reason I sought help from him in the first place. If it hadn't been for that werewolf infecting you, I wouldn't have gone to see Sam. You never gave me a chance to explain it to you before, but now I am. You were always my first priority. While you were afraid of losing me, I was afraid of loosing you." Brigitte spoke with tears falling down her cheeks.

Ginger felt bad though she didn't show it. She held her head low for a second. She lifted back up when Brigitte began speaking again. "When I told Sam I was infected, he wasn't making that stuff for me. He already knew you were the one infected so he made it specifically for you. Like he said, he could have turned me down. But he didn't. Even when I lied. So you owe him more credit for that."

Ginger couldn't believe that Sam, the man who hated her guts, made something for her to get better. Brigitte was right. She did owe him a lot. So she did her best to make up for that. "Sam needs you Brigitte. Even more than you need him. This one isn't hard to figure out." she faded away after saying what she needed to say.

Brigitte wiped the tears from her eyes. She hoped that tête-à-tête would help her sister and Sam get along with each other better.

It was getting really dark out and the snow fell faster. The winds were devastating. Brigitte was lying on the bed with her arms tightly about herself as if the winds were blowing on the inside. The reason was because she couldn't get Sam off of her mind.

It was annoying; however she liked thinking of other things other than how her life was coming to an end. She was right about one thing before. Traveling with Sam was a whole lot different than traveling alone. He had indeed brought her new hopes. It was a long time since she had optimism in her heart. She liked that feeling a lot.

She was about to close her eyes when she hearkened strong knocks on her door. She got up to answer it. She had to be careful so the door would get blown in by the winds. Sam was standing in front of the door. She hurried him inside.

He shook the snow off of himself and shivered little. "Where have you been?" she asked.

"I was having sometime to myself when Drew complained about being hungry. Luckily there was a small deli in the back of the motel. I thought since we were going to be snowed in for a long time, you should have something too.

I didn't know what you wanted so I got whatever I could." he said with a weather-beaten voice. He placed a brown bag on her bed and prepared to go out again.

Brigitte noticed his scent got stronger than before. "Show me your teeth Sam." Brigitte demanded him with his back turned toward her. He whirled around to see her looking serious.

"You want to see my teeth?" he said a bit nervous.

"I want to see your teeth." she reiterated. "I can smell a huge difference in you Sam now open your mouth." she gave her ultimatum.

There was no reason for Sam to prevent her from looking into his mouth. He walked over to her and showed her that his teeth had grown into small fangs. "Before you speculate the solution, it's working. Something else is going on with me, that's all." he saved her thinking-trouble.

"You were telling me something like that earlier. You were about to tell me something else but you never got around to that."

Sam felt cornered. "I was wasn't I?" he snickered a bit. "yeah, I just wanted to let you know that I knew what was wrong with me and I think I can handle it now." he tried his best to keep from telling the absolute truth.

"Doesn't look like your handling it to me. If anything you're getting worst. So are you going to tell me what's going on? I'm pretty sure the full moon is only part of it, but there's something else. I know there is." she let him know that she was on to him.

Sam wasn't ready to confess. He was a long way from it. Part of him told him it was okay to tell her, the other had doubt that Brigitte would return his feelings. Brigitte was the type of girl he had a hard time reading. She was challenging.

Normally, he was good at reading people from the first few encounters. But with her, it took a little while longer. "Have you talked to Ginger?" he asked.

"Why would you ask about Ginger?" she asked. Perplexed at the sudden question.

"She knows what's wrong with me. I thought she might have told you by now."

"I did talk to her. She told me that you needed my help. That is if you tell me what's wrong so I can help."

Sam was sweating as if he spent hours in a sauna. When he was about to utter his first word the lights went out. The storm took a toll on the electricity. "Great!" Sam called out.

On the outside, Todd was fixing the heating unit when the power went out. "Forget it!

I knew I should have taken the job with working at Starlight air-conditioning. But no, I had to turn it down and work at this dump." he argued to himself, throwing the wrench and screwdriver down in the snow and going back inside the office part of the motel.

Brigitte looked out of the window and saw that every light had gone out. She couldn't see anything in the pitch darkness that was further hidden through the thick curtains of snow. "This is going to be a long night." Brigitte said in a low tone.

It was moments later when the emergency lights were turned on by Todd. Lights were in the inside of the room as well. It wasn't as filling as a regular room light, but it cast some bit of pure white light that made Sam and Brigitte's figures appear as silhouettes.

Sam went toward the door. Brigitte took her gaze from the window and looked at him. "Are you seriously going back out there?" Brigitte asked.

"Yeah, I need to get back to Drew before he hurts himself." he replied.

Brigitte was tired of running around the bush with Sam. She straightened herself upright and called him out. "Alright Sam, I need you to get your act together and tell me what the hell is wrong with you. You've been avoiding me for the longest and it's really pissing me off." she spoke firm and stern.

Sam halted from opening the door and let his hand drop down to his side. He didn't dare to look at Brigitte so he kept his face turned toward the door. His heart felt like it was about to burst clean out of his chest. He blew a deep breath. "You already know my Lycanthropy is acting up, right?" he began.

"You've told me about a thousand times already. I need to know more." she demanded.

"But that's the thing Brigitte." he said finally turning to face her. "I'm not ready to tell you. It's too personal and I'm just not ready to discuss it yet." he finally admitted it.

"When will you be ready? When you transform?! When your completely at your wits end?! I think it would be too late Sam! Whatever it is, you need to tell me before this gets out of control and there's nothing we can do about it." she ended ominously.

Sam walked over and sat on the bed in a hopeless manner. "All I can count on now is getting to the Ferland's and find out if they have a cure or not. Maybe everything would start going uphill from there."

"And what if there isn't? What if there's another way to reduce your transformation right now and I can't figure it out because you won't tell me what's wrong with you.

You saw those footprints a few inches from their home. What Lycanthrope is going to go all the way out there where people live and there wasn't a single broken window? Not a scratch on the door. Not even the smallest amount of blood shed.

I'm sure they have something but whatever that something is, I know it's not enough." she said strictly. Sam listened with furrowed brows.

"We'll just have to see when we get there." was all he could say.

"If we get there." Brigitte corrected him. She said that to do her best to use reverse psychology to make him spill the beans.

"I'm turning because my testosterone levels refuse to go down. This time of the year is causing them to heighten and I can't lower it unless..." he paused for a moment.

"Unless what?" she asked him strictly.

"Unless I take my anger out on something by killing it. Most of the times, I want to kill Drew." he lied, partially.

"Why Drew?" she said a bit horrified.

"I think you know why." he said to get Brigitte thinking, he didn't like doing that, but he was trying to buy himself some more time. At the same time, he hoped he wasn't ruining his chances with her.

Brigitte let off of him for a little while and began thinking. She was tired from all of the running around that day, she didn't have enough energy to think like she wanted to. She sat down on the bed next to Sam and folded her arms.

Since Brigitte didn't think too hard, she was able to see the obvious. Everything came to her at once. When she thought about asking Sam why he wanted to kill Drew, she thought about the other wolf and thought about why it wanted to kill Sam.

She didn't know if her theory was right, but she speculated further that Sam might be experiencing hormonal change which is why his testosterone wouldn't lower.

Then she remembered some things from the book. Those wolves became jealous of other wolves. Then she recalled when Sam told her something about a second nature. She finalized the puzzle by recollecting what her sister told her.

When she went over everything in her head mentally, she was able to see clearer. Sam had a second nature which made him jealous of Drew because he was another wolf. He constantly lashed out at him because he truly did wish to kill him.

Since he wasn't able to appease that thirst coming from his Lycanthropy, it found another way out; through his body. The full moon was just hastening it along.

Her eyes opened up wide when she came to that realization. But what stumped her was why Sam didn't want to tell her. She wouldn't have gotten upset nor seen him any different than who he was.

She let that set in her mind. When she had it all figured out, she laid down and closed her eyes. "You don't have to worry about telling me Sam. I already know why."

"Really?" he asked dubiously.

"Take my word for it." she said normally.

Sam wondered what was surging through her mind. If she knew, wouldn't she have confronted him? Or was she jerking his chain? That conundrum now formed itself into uncertainty.

Sam lifted from the bed and prepared to leave again. Before he could get in two steps, he felt something wet on his nose. He could smell that it was blood. It trickled down his lips and he wiped it away. Then his stomach turned. He became nauseated and held his stomach.

Brigitte looked up to see where he was because she felt him leave the bed, but she didn't hear the door. She saw Sam's silhouette at the foot of the bed holding his stomach. "What's wrong?" she asked worriedly.

He made a gagging sound and took off to the bathroom. Brigitte jumped out of the bed and ran to him. There was hardly any light in the bathroom but she was able to see him kneeling down, hurling in the toilet. She sat next to him and put her hands on each side of his shoulders.

"This is a bitch." Sam panted. "I really hate this. Do me favor, if I start undergoing a full metamorphosis put me out of my misery and bury in a greenhouse to mark the beginning of my miserable life." he said exhausted.

"Stop beating yourself up. You're not going to turn and I'm not going to kill you." she assured him.

"Even if I did, would you?" he sensed out to her.

Brigitte didn't want to cogitate that. And she didn't try to find an answer for that either. "All I know is we're going to get through this together. No one is going to turn any time soon." she optimized while laying him on her chest.

"That makes me feel a lot better." he said in a low tone, still panting. Brigitte held him tighter and pressed his head to her then rested her chin on the top of his head. Sam laid there without a word. He couldn't remember the last time he was held that way.

Brigitte reminisced that she held her sister that way whenever she was in trouble with herself. She didn't think that she'd ever hold anyone in her arms like that again.

While Sam was lying there, he heard the sound of her heart beating. It was fast and strong. So strong that it felt like it was beating inside of him. The sound became thrilling and made him lust for her even more.

The touch of her skin made him want her just as much. The smell, the touch, the sound was overbearing. His pupils dilated again. He felt his conscious slipping into a world beyond his control. He had to pull away from her even though he didn't want to.

"Um, I'm ready to get out of here." he said low and placid.

"Depending on wherever 'here' is." Brigitte wanted a specific answer.

"I'm ready to come out of the bathroom. Its making me feel claustrophobic."

Brigitte helped him onto his feet and walked him over to the bed. She helped him take his jacket and shoes off then laid him down. She sat down on the side of him. Sam stared at the ceiling with empty thoughts.

Brigitte was the one who was doing some thinking in the meantime. She looked over to the lamp that was sitting on a nightstand next to the bed. She rubbed the white base of the lamp and felt that it was made of glass.

The lights were out anyway and the emergency lights were on, so she got up and unplugged the lamp. Sam hearkened rumbling going on so he turned to face Brigitte. "What are you doing?" he asked softly.

"Looking for an alternative." she replied as she scooped the lamp from the dresser. Sam didn't move from his lying position, he watched as Brigitte took the lamp to the bathroom. The next thing he heard was glass being broken on a hard surface. He wanted to get up to see what she was doing but he didn't feel like it.

Brigitte had broken the lamp in the tub and found a jagged piece of the shattered glass. She didn't need it to be big, just sharp enough.

She came back to the room and sat the piece on the dresser where the lamp used to be. Then she walked over to where Sam had set her food and some drink in a big Styrofoam cup. She took the plastic top off of it and drank the drink as fast as she could.

Sam was wondering what in the world had gotten into her. She was acting strange. Breaking a lamp in the tub and chugging down drink had question marks written all over it.

When Brigitte finished her drink, she brought the now empty cup and placed it on the floor on the side of the bed. "Give me your arm." she spoke fast, taking the glass shard from the dresser.

Sam asked no questions. He just did what she told him to. He gave her his arm and she gripped it tightly with her left hand. With her right, she used the jagged piece of glass and cut his wrist with it.

"Ouch! Why are you cutting my wrist?" he jerked at the pain. He rolled onto his side and propped himself up by his elbow.

"The flow of blood in the body accumulates things like oxygen in the hemoglobin. In our case, it delivers the Lycanthrope bacteria around every part of our bodies. If I can slow the blood flow, then I can slow the transformation for now." she explained.

That made sense to Sam. Brigitte bled his arm and let his blood fall into the empty cup. Sam didn't care at all that he was losing blood. The only thing that he really paid attention to was Brigitte's warm grip on his arm.

The sanguineous process depleted Sam of his energy. He got light-headed and could barely cognizance what was going on. Brigitte filled the cup all the way to the top. She wasn't too happy about exsanguinating Sam like that. Though it was kind of dark, she could see his silhouette swaying back and forth. She knew he was dizzy and it made her feel even worst about exsanguinating him.

The blood loss made Sam sleepy. He lied back down facing upward at the ceiling. His eyelids got heavier and heavier. A little while later, he dozed off and went to sleep. Brigitte took up the cup of blood and placed it on the nightstand. Losing blood also makes you cold so she got into the bed with him and held him so she could share her body heat with him.

She didn't have to worry about turning off the lights because they were already off. She wasn't sleepy yet anyway. She stayed up watching Sam most of the night to make sure he didn't go deeper in the transformation.

Hours passed and the storm outside got worst. The winds were so strong and loud, the very buildings cringed as if they were afraid to be knocked down. To Brigitte, it was simply a part of nature. She had eaten the food Sam brought for her; Soup without meat and thick pieces of grilled bread.

After a while, her eyes became heavy and she yawned a few times. Before she knew it, she was right behind Sam, out cold.