My face hurt. I mean REALLY hurt. My right cheek throbbed, probably due to the fact that it received most of the KO punch fucking Zack decided to give me. I knew he'd be a little mad with me for breaking up with him, but not this mad. This was psychotic angry.

I lifted my head and saw that I was on a different bed in a totally different house. I could tell by the features outside the window. At Zack's I could see some of the mountain range in the background when on the bed. In this house, I saw the side of another house.

This bedroom was painted off-white and the bed in the center had red plaid flannel sheets.

"Don't move too quickly," I heard a deep voice warn, "you'll get dizzy."

My head shot in the direction of the voice and I saw Logan standing in the doorway.

"Where?" I whimpered, wanting to know where Zack was, but I was too afraid to let the words out.

Luckily, Logan understood. "He's out hunting," he answered, his voice thick with his accent.

My heart dropped as I realized that another human being would die tonight, all because of Zack and his stupid werewolf appetite.

"He put me in charge of watching you," Logan said, "or rather to make sure you don't run off."

I sheepishly smiled. "Yea, he doesn't take rejection well."

Logan walked over and sat down on the foot of the bed. He was shirtless, but his muscles didn't have the same effect on me as Seth's did. He looked at me with his curious blue eyes and they stopped on the right side of my face, most likely staring at the bruise I'm 100% formed there.

"You know, not all of us do that," he solemnly mumbled.

"Well, I'm pretty sure that most imprints didn't break up with their werewolf," I joked.

Logan shook his head. "I meant about eating people."

I shot straight up. Sure enough, just as Logan warned, I felt dizzy and I blacked out for a couple seconds. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to regain focus. "Zack said that werewolves need human flesh to live."

"Zack lied."

I just stared in disbelief. "Why?"

Logan sighed. "For a werewolf, eating humans is like a person doing heroin: you get addicted to it. Your subconscious makes you think that you need it to survive."

"But he said the others ate it too!"

"Everyone but me. He managed to hook the others in the pack on human flesh so that he'd have more control over them and they'd never challenge him. When I joined, they were all addicted and tried to get me hooked, but I declined and made a promise to Zack that I'd never go against his orders and that I'd take out Kyle's wife."

"Juliet?" I wondered out loud.

"Yes, she found out and threatened to reveal our existence if they continued, so Zack ordered me to kill her and blame it on the demon that was terrorizing other packs."

My breathing sped up. Zack is crazy. He's even crazier than Seth! Seth may have kidnapped me and raped me, but he never punched me unconscious or ate people.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked. "I mean, you promised Zack that you'd never betray him."

Logan shrugged. "I guess I feel for you. I guess it's tough having to be tied down by two wolves and being forced to choose who you want to be with. I suppose maybe it'd be wise for you to know everything about the wolf before you make a decision."

I nodded to myself. It did make sense. If you're going to be with someone, then you should really know everything about them: good and bad. "Thanks," I murmured, "but I already chose Seth."

"Wise choice. Zack may claim to love you, but he can be an asshole sometimes."

We both laughed at that and then I heard the downstairs door open up.

"Logan?" Zack called out, "thanks, I can take it from here." Then he voice got lower and more stern. "Come here Lola."

"Good luck," Logan whispered to me, low enough that I had trouble hearing it.

I got out of the bed and walked slowly downstairs, where I saw a very pissed Zack standing with his beefy arms folded across his broad chest. His eyes were narrowed at me and his upper lip curled over his dagger-like teeth a little bit on the left side of his mouth. When I stood in front of him, without a word, he reached out and grabbed my arm, dragging me outside and down the street. I blushed when I saw Viktor staring at us from his yard, and Skye look with confusion.

Maybe Zack didn't tell them that little ol' me broke his heart.

As we walked over to his house, silence consumed the air. It gave me time to notice that when Zack walked, he sort of swayed back and forth a little bit, due to his muscled thighs rolling around each other. I just stared as his thick back moved left and right over and over. His grip on my arm was tight, but was still soft enough to outline that he still had a little thread of desire for my well-being somewhere in his core.

When we finally reached the house, Zack locked the door after me and then proceeded to lead me upstairs into his bedroom where he, again, locked the door. I sat on the bed and watched as Zack walked over to the window and locked it and then let the blinds down.

My breathing got heavier and my heart sped up. Why on earth would Zack feel the need to lock both doors and the window? What could he want so much privacy from? Nothing, unless… he was planning on eating me!

"Zack?" I trembled. "What are you thinking?"

"I don't want anyone to see," I heard him mumble. He was staring out the window, letting me only see his side profile.

"See what?" I whimpered. I think I knew deep down that Zack was going to claim me now. He just didn't want any of the pack members to see him forcing me to have sex with him. It would hurt his reputation and could cause a mutiny, but with what Logan said, I highly doubt that. I just hope that Zack is gentle, although it shouldn't hurt this time because my hymen was busted by Seth. I guess I can always have that he's my first. Also, his wedding ring is still stuck to my finger thanks to his excessive super gluing.

"This," Zack said as he turned away from the window and rushed over to me.

I closed my eyes and waited for it to begin. However, instead of feeling Zack fucking me, I felt him shaking. What the fuck?

I looked up at a Zack who was struggling to keep on his macho façade, but was losing it. His face was red and his eyes looked irritated. His breathing was controlled and sounded thick and strained. I saw as Zack's bottom lip quivered, slow at first, but gaining speed, as if it was acting as a pump to squeeze the tears out of his eyes. It succeeded.

Tears poured out of Zack's eyes, landing on my face. Sobs of pain came out his mouth and echoed around the room and he looked so vulnerable then. I felt superior knowing that I had the capability to bring a grown man to tears.

"Please!" he begged. "Don't go!"

I cocked my eyebrow. Was he seriously begging me to stay with him?

Zack pulled me into his embrace and I saw nothing more than his chest. He rocked back and forth and kept sobbing, dropping his desperate tears in my hair.

"Don't leave me," Zack whispered in my ear. "I love you, please don't go. Whatever I did wrong, I can make up for it, just don't go. I'll do anything! Name it, and I'll do it! I'll take care of you! I'll protect you from Seth! Just name it, and it's my command!"

"Stop eating people," I said, "and then I'll think about it."

Zack growled. "I told you, I need to do that to survive."

"No you don't," I countered. "Logan told me it was like a drug. You don't need it, you want it. And sense you won't even give that up for me, really makes me question your pleas."

Zack pulled back and glared at with disbelief. Then his eyes narrowed. "You doubt my love," he accused.

I was about to deny the accusation, but decided to stand my ground. "Yes."

A smirk, full of evil came over Zack's face. "I'll show you then."

Oh shit.

Zack lunged forward and forced his tongue into my mouth, while his hands undid his pants, throwing them to the ground in a matter of seconds.

"Zack stop!" I yelled, but was silenced my Zack's mouth on mine.

I was forced onto my back while Zack positioned himself on top of me, and unlike Seth, removed all of my clothing: leaving myself totally exposed to him.

He looked over my body, his eyes full of lust, all the while licking his bottom lip. "I can't believe you're all mine. And before you say anything, YOU ARE ALL MINE!" Then he laid on top of me, sucking on my neck.

I tried with all of my might to get him off me. I pushed on his chest, screamed in his ear, and clawed at his back; all with no prevail. He either was ignoring me or thought that I was rough and wild. I hope to God it's the first choice.

Zack gave out a growl that sounded like it was pleasurable and then I felt him bite down on my shoulder where he was sucking: the opposite shoulder where Seth had bit me.

Weird, I thought you had to have actual intercourse in order to claim.

Zack then slid his erection inside me and began to hump my body. This time, it felt worse than when I did it with Seth. Zack was more endowed and pumped too fast, acting as if he were stabbing me…just with his penis and not a knife.

He grunted with every thrust and sweat began to bead up on his forehead. "You ready?" he asked me in an exasperated breath.

"Fuck you!" I hissed.

"You already are Baby," he responded in a cocky tone that pissed me off beyond recognition. I wanted him dead. I wanted him to suffer.

Zack then began to grunt louder and louder and I thought he was close to climaxing when I saw his body begin to sprout fur.

"What the-?" I wondered.

His ears grew pointed and I saw his mouth push forward and form a muzzle with knifelike teeth. His eyes turned yellow and within a matter of seconds, I found myself being fucked by a wolf.

I screamed as loud as I could. The wolf between my legs snarled at me, but carried on with thrusting its penis (or red rocket) into me. This went on for a while. I stared up at the black wolf with the sickly yellow eyes. Its fur was mangled and it looked sick, like it was disease-ridden or came from the slums or something! It didn't look like Seth's wolf form at all.

Finally I felt the animal cum in me and then it pulled out and phased back into Zack.

"Sorry about that,' he panted. "I just prefer sex in wolf form, it's easier." He laid on his back beside me and pulled me into his arms and closer to his naked body. He nibbled on my ear and whispered "You're mine. It's official now."

That sucks.

SPOV

At first Embry didn't believe it was me on the phone. He asked who it really was and if it was Paul to knock it off. But when I told him it was really me, he was quiet for a while and then the growling started.

"Do you have any idea how much you fucked things up you little shit?" he snarled.

"I know," I said. "But I didn't call because of that-"

"Margo wouldn't look me in the eye for the longest time! She blamed me! All because I couldn't catch you! She blames me!"

"Sorry about that. But anyway, the reason I called is because I need your help1"

"Fuck you! There's no way in Hell I'm ever going to help you Clearwater!"

"It's about Lola!"

Embry was silent for a while and I heard Margo ask who he was talking to in the distance. He told her to be quiet and then continued to talk to me again. "Is she okay?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "A real werewolf imprinted on her and has her at his home. I have no idea where they are or how to get her back."

Embry was quiet as he took all this in.

"All I know is that we have to kill the werewolf in order to ensure Lola's safety, but I can't do that by myself because he has a pack of his own that will fight for him."

Embry sighed. "Fine," he said. "I'll help you. I can probably promise Sam, Brady, and Paul. Quil's taking Claire to Florida. Jared and Kim are living in Seattle. And I haven't heard from Collin and Jacob since you left. And we both know Hunter won't care."

"Thanks," I breathed, feeling better knowing that I'll have some of my old/ex friends to help me out. "Can you bring Margo? Lola would want meet her."

"Yea. Where are you?"

"Summer Falls, Alaska."

Embry gave a half-hearted laugh. "You know, we looked everywhere in Juneau. I even talked Sam out of looking in Summer Falls, Flint, and Celadon. I felt they were too small of cities that you'd never heard of them and wouldn't even be there. I was willing to bet my life you were in Ottawa. I guess I was wrong."

I laughed a little as well. "Yea. I guess so."

"I'll see you tomorrow," Embry said.

""Yea see ya."

"Oh, and Seth?"

"What?"

"When I see you, the first thing I'm going to do is kick your ass." And with that, Embry hung up.

I hung the phone up and then went home to rest and come up with a game plan on how we could take down the werewolf alpha who had my love with him.