Thanks for all the amazing comments so far everyone. Just so you know, I don't speak French so I had to use an online translator. I hope it isn't too far off!

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Sam and Ely walked into Adam's house debating the finer points of the alto versus tenor saxophone argument. They entered the kitchen and Ely stopped a wide smile crossing her face.

"Eric!" She walked towards her daughters mate stopping cold in her tracks when bright green eyes met hers.

"Where is she?" he pushed through clenched teeth.

"Where is who?" Ely asked, he couldn't possibly mean May.

In a heartbeat he was pressing Ely to the wall his large hands on her upper arms and she whimpered from the pain. Everyone jumped, his pack mates stood a few feet behind him ready to move and Adam's wolves were on their feet looking for their Alpha's command.

"Where is my MATE?" His breath hot on her face he lifted her off the floor and she cried out again beginning to shake as her eyes started flickering blue and the lights began to dance along in time.

"Eric man come on," one of his wolves spoke, "that's her mom man what are you doing?"

Eric turned his cold gaze to the wolf over his shoulder, "Silence! She lies, she knows something!" Things around the room started flying at him from their homes. A glass from the counter, a pan in the sink, the lamp on the table by the phone; all of them hit him and he didn't flinch, merely squeezed harder and lifted her higher. He turned his head back to Ely his speech barely understandable.

"Stop toying with me! One more tim…." A large hand shot between them and grabbed Eric around the neck. Samuel worked his massive form between them and stared the other wolf down.

"You are out of time and you will release her." Ely groped blindly for Samuel's body, her eyes closed tight from the pain. Eric's left hand, having released when Samuel stepped between them, left her suspended in his right and she clawed at Samuel's shoulder for support against the pressure. The shirt he was wearing ripped as her mind raced in a million directions, where was her May, were the ghosts here yet, when did Samuel get so large, please no one hurt each other; all swirling so fast she couldn't control them.

"I'm not afraid of you Marrok's son." The wolves behind him took a step back when he revealed Samuel's lineage.

Samuel stepped up and pushed himself against the other wolf's chest, Ely lost her grip on his shoulder and cried loudly as her body shifted. His free hand swung behind and offered what little support he could. "Release her…NOW."

Eric couldn't stand the power rolling off Samuel, his pack mates had already knelt on the ground in response and Adam's wolves were visibly shaking to control themselves. Adam stepped forward with his palms raised peacefully to release some of his calming power over his pack their breathing slowing almost instantly. Unable to resist but unwilling to admit defeat Eric released his grip and an ear piercing roar echoed as the first of his bones began to pop with the shift.

Samuel took another step forward and pushed the raging wolf backwards down the staircase to the basement. Quick on his feet Darryl flew past Samuel to open the safe room door as the sound of tearing clothes, breaking bones and vicious howls filled the basement. Seeing the door open Samuel battled with the lupine until he was able to throw him in the room. Just as Eric rushed the exit Darryl slammed the cage shut sealing him in. His angered howls continued as the change tore through him the rest of the way.

"You okay?" Darryl slapped Sam on the shoulder.

"I'm fine." White eyes and a gruff voice struck Darryl like a fist and he realized that Sam had barely stopped himself from killing the other wolf. There was no way anyone in the household would have been able to control Samuel if he lost it, hell survival would have even been difficult; that much was certain.

Samuel walked upstairs to find Adam in front of the kneeling wolves. They were shaking as they held hands. He was speaking to them both; sweat dripped down his brow. Golden eyes focused on Samuel. "Help me," he ground out. Sparing a glance at Ely leaning against the wall talking to Warren and Mercy Samuel nodded and squatted down next to one of them. Adam began focusing on the one he called Tony and Samuel on the other named Malcom. After a few minutes they had both wolves calm enough to resist the call of their superior packmate's change.

When he turned around Ely was picking up the broken lamp bits with Mercy and Warren on her tail trying to convince her to stop. Mercy put a hand on the woman's back and Ely spun, "Don't touch me." She turned back to the cleaning blue eyes flicking to Samuel's white as she did. He took a step forward and she spoke to the mess, "Don't come near me." Her hands shook and she cut her palm on the pieces; every person in the room stiffened and flared their nostrils at the scent of the blood. She wiped it down the front of her jeans without stopping. Her arms growing discolored from Eric's attack, the black and purple handprints on each one screamed to all the wolves as to how hard he had actually been holding her.

When she finished she walked down the stairs to the basement and sat on the bottom step her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. She flinched each time Eric slammed his storm cloud grey body against the bars.

Tentative footsteps behind her alerted her to the presence of one of the others, too light to be Samuel she inhaled deeply and caught the familiar scent of Malcom.

"May I?" he inquired, his accent lighter than it had been years ago; she nodded silently.

He lowered himself next to her and slowly placed an arm around her. She leaned into him her face landing in the crook of his neck and his other hand softly stroked her hair, occasionally scratching behind her ear for a moment before continuing.

"What happened? I don't understand, Samuel and I dropped her off at the airport yesterday. She should have been in Delaware within a few hours." Her voice shaky with contained tears. The last day and a half had been relatively calm. Ely and her daughter had done some shopping, talked about girl things, and discussed Mercy and her situation.

"Ah, ma bichette, your daughter never arrived. The airline says that she checked in but she did not get off the plane back home. Several hours after he left to get her Eric called Lance in a frenzy. She had called and confirmed you dropped her off and since you choose to not carry a cell phone all the time he was unable to reach you so he panicked. Lance sent Tony and I with Eric to come here to find her. Oh Nallely, you should have seen him on the plane, when there was a 30 minute take off delay he nearly lost it. We had to keep reminding him that snapping and killing the pilot would not get us here faster. At one point he actually broke the arm of the chair."

"You fools shouldn't have taken him on a public plane." She tensed at footsteps at the top of the stairs then buried herself into the wolf more and he continued the petting adding a slow rubbing motion along her back. Once the steps left she relaxed and continued their conversation.

"He would not wait for a private plane to open up to bring him. When we landed I had to take him outside while Tony got a car. He had scared the poor girl in training behind the Hertz counter so much I thought she was going to fall over from a heart attack."

"Malcom, what will we do? I've never seen Eric like this," she motioned to the pacing wolf who stopped and growled at them when his name was mentioned. "I saw his call but he didn't leave a message so I thought he was just letting me know she was home. My May is missing, my baby girl and her baby inside, they are gone." She hugged onto the wolf harder, her knuckles white with how tightly she was gripping him.

"Ahhh… shhhhh," he rested his cheek on the top of her head and his accent thickened as he spoke. "No, no ma cheri. We will find her, her and her child. Love is a crazy thing my dear, and mating intensifies for us wolves in a way you will never understand. Eric will come around in the morning, he just needs to burn it off. If nothing you have the three of us, and I believe the Marrok's son will step in also as he seems to be fond of you."

"It's nothing serious really, we're both outside Hauptman's pack here, we have that in common so we chat." She could feel her cheeks blushing at the conversation, glad he couldn't see them.

He stifled a laugh. "Ah, I see, it is good you have that then my dearest, but you cannot lie to me, you know this." His fingers landed behind her ear again rubbing in a clockwise motion he knew would get the purr he wanted and her body responded accordingly. "Why don't you tell me how you came into the territory of the most powerful Alpha in the country, aside from the Marrok himself." Ely did as he asked, telling him the stories of the last two weeks, running from the vampire, Mercy, Adam, Stephan, Warren and Kyle. "Warren is gay then?"

"Yeah, you'd love his boyfriend; amazing taste, witty brain, body that doesn't quit, I'm actually surprised he hasn't asked to go through the change, although I don't think Warren would be able to handle the risk. I think he'd make it though."

"Nallely, you know I prefer women."

"Yeah but I know you've played the field their Frenchie." She taunted and poked him in the ribs.

He poked her in the back gently. "We are all young, stupid and curious sometimes dearest. Why don't you close your eyes and rest a bit. We cannot do anything until he shifts back." She nodded softly and closed her eyes listening to his heartbeat and his breathing.

"Malcom, thank you for coming with him."

"It is nothing dear. Anything for you." He kissed the top of her head chastely. The next time he spoke it was in French. "Si seulement mon loup vous accepterait la moitié autant que je vous aime ma déesse sombre."

She snorted and whined. "You know I don't speak French."

"Then some day you will have to learn and you will understand what I am saying to you Nallely." He rocked her slowly until she fell asleep.