Luke finishes the second call with Prentiss and sets his phone down on the bench. He stretches his arms, placing his palms down against the edge of the kitchen counter.

"You need to explain everything to me. Now."

She shifts on her seat, staring heat into the back of his head with her gaze. "I know what you're helping Charlie with. I've heard him discussing the case with my mother; seen the files he's left around the house. You're way over your head, Luke."

He turns to her, leaning against the counter this time. Her face is marked with red splotches and cuts, several bruises on her arms. She's in nothing but a tank top and denim shorts once again, her black hair falling into her eyes. She looks like a wild animal and Luke feels his head swirl with want. He wants her; wants to protect her, wants to trust her, wants to believe her. He wants to ask her where she had gone the night before, why she had left, but he chooses to stay within the bounds of his current line of questioning.

"Tell me why."

She bites her lip, glancing around the small space. She looks nervous. Caged. She opens her mouth once, before closing it again.

"Leah, please."

"Damn it. They're vampires. The things killing all those people. Newborns; as in newly turned. It's an army. And they're coming to Forks thanks to a redhead with a serious crutch to burn."

Luke feels as though he's dreaming, like he's still laying in the bed in which he woke.

"Don't look at me like that. It was the Cullen's that started all of this-"

He grabs the bench tightly. "Cullen's?"

She nods slowly, noticing his distress.

He can't believe it. Daniel James Cullen, continues to haunt him.

Even though the prick is spending the rest of his natural life in a dark, dank cell, he continues to have free reign in Luke's dreams. With his alias, The Crimson King, he had abducted and tortured a multitude of victims, often using exposure to allow nature to finish off his work with victims left chained to arm stretchers. But this was only after he'd carved messages into their foreheads and stomachs. Cullen had been classified as an Injustice Collector, even though the exact victimology had never fully been established by BAU.

Watching the Crimson King disembowel his partner Phil, had almost broke Luke. That was before he found Roxy, and found comfort in the strangest of places.

"The Cullen's are vampires too." She says, breaking the still air around them.

"Leah, don't. Just don't." He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. He can't believe she's spouting this story. Maybe she was certifiable? Had he slept with a nutcase?

"You don't believe me? I can prove it."

He peeks at her, a serious look forlorn over her face. "How?"

"I'm - I'm different as well."

"You're a vampire?"

"Like Hell," she snorts as she shakes her head. "I'm not one of those disgusting creatures."

He doesn't want to indulge the fantasy, but he can't help it. "So, what are you then?"

"You tell me," she says seriously, looking up at him with those wide brown eyes. "I'm impossibly warm. I run around the forests barefoot. I'm in a pack. I disappear without a scent. I eat a lot. I'm fast, faster than your truck. I hunt vampires."

"O-kay," he drawls out, still pulling at blanks inside his head. "That doesn't really help."

She sighs. "I can't just blurt it out, Alvez. I'm under orders from the Alpha." Her eyes plead with him. "There's a design on the signpost when you enter LaPush. What animal is inside the design? What animal runs in a goddamn pack, Luke?"

He thinks back to when he had waited for Prentiss to arrive with the warrant. His memories swirl picturing the signpost.

'The Quileute Nation welcomes you...'

He shakes his head, laughing at the admission. "A wolf? You're seriously trying to pull that made up story with me? Leah, I thought I knew you better than that. I thought you'd be smarter. Literally any other explanation than that would be more believable."

She stands suddenly, her hands balling into tight little fists. "You wanted to know why Roxy is so calm around me, why she likes me so much? I'm an animal, just. like. her. Maybe that's what drew you to me? Maybe you felt it as well?"

"This is so fucked up," Luke sighs as he rubs his temples, tired of playing this game.

His eyes flick back to her when she begins to push the dining table back. The wood scrapes against the flooring, eliciting a terrible screech.

"What are you doing?"

"Just shut up. You don't believe me, I'll show you. Just stay back."

"Leah - stop. There are people that can help you. Let me help you. Obviously, these men have brainwashed you. You can't honestly believe-"

His words die on his throat when he watches her skin ripple, and from her flesh, bursts an impossibly large, grey wolf.