Dylan couldn't take his worried gaze off the unconscious male whose head rested in his lap. The others in the kitchen all lay in the same unconscious stupor as his alpha and Dylan felt hatred for himself roar up.

How had he not countered his own fear in time? Had be really become so relaxed around Bran and the others that he forgot to put up his walls and defenses? He knew that, because of him, every wolf in the house was unconscious and felt his eyes burn in guilt. It was never supposed to get this bad!

Reaching hesitantly for the Bran's pockets, Dylan used his trembling fingers to pull out Bran's phone, though who he would call to help he wasn't certain. He just had to get help, somebody.

The phone shrilled to life in his hands before he could even flip it open and he jumped nearly twelve feet in the air, Bran sliding off his lap in the process. Ripping the phone open with shaking fingers, Dylan almost cried in relief when he heard Samuel's voice.

"Da?!"

"Samuel," Dylan choked out, his body shaking and his voice not much stronger. "Please, come t-to the cabin."

"I'm already two minutes out," Samuel said in a tone that sounded similar to someone trying to hold in their emotions and Dylan knew that if he would calm down, he could probably feel it, but he couldn't at the moment, even his answer sounded strained as he spoke.

"Okay."

A silence permeated the phone conversation and for a moment Dylan thought that Samuel had hung up and was about to shut the phone when the male spoke up again.

"What happened, Dylan? Are Da and Charles alright? What about Anna and Akira? Or Blaire? What about you?"

"I think so," Dylan answered, his voice sounding slightly calmer to his ears. He took in a deep, calming breath. "Y-yeah, I think they're all okay."

"Can they speak?" Samuel asked and Dylan wanted to shake his head but remembered that Samuel couldn't see him. The sound of crunching tires on the driveway had him tensing up then even as Samuel and some other wolves behind him marched in through the door, their eyes wild.

Dylan slid out of their way, blending into the background as he always did. He used this lack of attention to slip away from the scene, keeping himself almost invisible as he walked outside and onto Charles' front porch on shaky legs. Letting his small frame almost fall as he collapsed into a sitting position on the edge of the porch, Dylan felt slight lethargy pull at him and the illusionary appearance that he held. He knew Bran would have question as soon as he awoke and may be angry, but Dylan hoped he wouldn't have to speak about the events that had turned him into the secret coward he knew he was.

He almost cringed at the very thought of seeing his best friend's face at his own story. Damnit. There wasn't enough time for this at all.