I have been thinking about that with Kyle, it would be an interesting little side story if they were to run into his family!

I honestly didn't know what to do here. Jeremy was willing to help her out and I couldn't pull her off him no matter how hard I tried. I wanted to wake the others for help but how would I explain this? They'd never trust her if they saw her doing this to Jeremy.

Finally her grip got loosened enough for me to be able to pull her off.

"That's enough," I snapped at her. "You're going to hurt him."

She stared at Jeremy, horror in her eyes, blood dripping down her chin.

"Oh god," she started sobbing.

"I'm fine," Jeremy pressed his hand against the wound to try to slow the bleeding.

"I have to go," Emma tried to get to her feet.

"Emma wait," Jeremy grabbed her hand before she got up and put weight on her broken leg. "It's alright. I offered so you have nothing to feel guilty about."

She pulled her hand from him.

"Do you feel better?" Jeremy asked.

Emma nodded, she wasn't starving anymore. Which was a good thing?

"Then come here and relax," Jeremy took her hand again and pulled her next to him.

She collapsed in his lap crying.

"I'll get help," I said and went over to the beds to wake Tori.

"What?" She mumbled sleepily.

"I need your help healing," I said. "And you have to keep your mouth shut about it. Understand?"

Tori nodded, "Sure. Fine."

Tori got up and I guided her over to Jeremy and Emma. She was no longer half asleep when she saw the scene. Tori's eyes got huge.

"What the heck happened here?!"

"No questions," I shushed her. "Just heal Jeremy's arm and be quiet."

Tori put her hand on his shoulder and healed the wound. Then used magic to clean up the blood.

"Anything else?" She asked.

I shook my head. Tori watched the sobbing Emma.

"You owe me an explanation eventually," she said and then she went back to bed.

"Its all fixed," Jeremy whispered to Emma. "No harm done."

She didn't respond.

"What did those vampires do to you?" He asked.

"I wasn't their first subject," she said. Her voice was muffled by her arms. "There were others. But I was their favorite, they never let me go."

"How long did they have you?" I asked.

"They took me from my pack when I was six."

She'd been held prisoner for over a decade by this group of vampires… its no wonder she took time to come out of her shell.

"Emma I'm so sorry."

"Jeremy why don't you go get some rest," I said. "I'll stay up with Emma."

Jeremy was hesitant to leave her alone but he knew he needed the rest. He got up and went to bed.

"Please don't go back to not talking," I said. "It'll help you heal and trust us. Maybe when you're better we can take you home to your pack?"

"Really?" Emma was surprised.

I nodded, "Of course. I'm not lying."

"I'd like that a lot," she said.

"More than you like Jeremy?" I gently teased.

"What?"

I smiled, "Oh come on. He's the only one of us you trust and you were just worried for his safety. You almost left for it. You only don't want to hurt people that you care about."

Emma chuckled nervously, "I don't know what it is. Just that ever since I met him, I knew I could trust him. I just had this gut feeling that he'd never hurt me. Jeremy… is the first person since I was six years old to show me kindness."

I couldn't believe she was opening up so much.

"That, my friend, is what us werewolves call loving someone." I said.

"Loving someone?"

I nodded, "Loving someone is exactly what you just described. Feeling the undeniable fact that you care about someone and can trust them and that you'll do everything you can every day to make sure they never hurt."

"Then Jeremy's loving someone too," Emma said. "All he's done for me is make sure I never hurt."

Ignoring the grammatical problem, I nodded.

"I think you're right."

"What do I do?" Emma asked.

"Nothing," I said. "Loving someone doesn't mean you have to do anything. It just means don't leave when things get hard. He took the risk and let you use his blood. Don't run away because he could get hurt."

"I can't do it again…"

"We will figure something out, I promise."

Emma eventually fell asleep against my shoulder. Out of all of us, I was probably closest to knowing what she was going through. I felt so bad that we didn't know. She'd been slowly starving since we took her in.