"Are you sure she's fit to be back?" Clarisse asked Chiron. The Centaur just gave her a small smile. "It's not going to aggravate her injuries, is it? I don't think three weeks is enough."

"No," Chiron answered. "I forced her to have a check-up with her doctor. He cleared her for work, and she promised me that she would take it easy. Reyna also brought up a great idea: you can take a vacation."

"I don't need a damn vacation," Clarisse argued as she crossed her arms.

"I think you do," Chiron countered gently. He was completely undeterred by her glare. "You haven't taken a vacation since you started here, and I do believe your anniversary with Chris is coming up."

"So?" Clarisse retorted as her cheeks heated up. Chiron just gave her that small smile again, and Clarisse narrowed her eyes. "Do you know something I don't?"

"No," Chiron chuckled. "You deserve the break, Clarisse. Just take it. It is called 'paid vacation' after all."

"Fine," Clarisse finally relented just to get the old man to shut up. "Do you need help locking up before I leave?"

"Jason is going to help," Chiron declined. "Have a good night, Clarisse."

"You too," Clarisse grunted. She left the bar and walked toward her car. As Clarisse sat in it, she pulled out of the parking lot. It wasn't until the bar was down the road that she allowed a smile to slip onto her face. It was sweet of Reyna and Chiron to want her to take a vacation. She would kick their asses if they tried to add on, though.

A vacation would do her nice, and maybe, she would just go ahead and pop the damn question. Chris was probably too scared to answer it. Should she do something elaborate or just drag him to a ring shop, tell him which one she wanted, and see how long it took for him to get what she was implying?

Clarisse stopped at a fast food place on the way home, and as she got to her house, another smile came to her face. She grabbed the bag and walked towards the door. That was when everything started feeling wrong. The very first sign was the fact that the front door was cracked open slightly.

Clarisse walked towards the door and slowly pushed it open. Her heart dropped to her stomach; the living room was an absolute mess, the couch was upturned, and the table was smashed in half. Along with the smear of blood on the floor.

A ringtone caught her attention, and she walked toward the discarded phone on the ground. It was an unknown number that she didn't recognize. Clarisse slowly grabbed the phone and answered it. She seethed, "What the fuck is this?"

"Finally! How long does it take to get home after you leave the damn bar?" Lycaon questioned. The bastard's shrill voice caused Clarisse to growl lowly. What the fuck was the werewolf doing? Who the fuck did he think he was?

"Where the fuck is Chris?" Clarisse demanded.

"Oh, he's with me and my best friend: Ma Gasket," Lycaon answered. Clarisse's felt her body freeze up on her. Blood roared in her ears as her throat tightened up. "If you want him, all you have to do is come here. We haven't done too much. Yet."

"What the fuck is your problem?" Clarisse intoned.

"Oh, you know why this is happening," Lycaon answered sarcastically. "That's why you're going to march your ugly ass over to the place I tell you. Come alone. If I hear or smell a cop with you, I'll see what your boyfriend's brains look like!"

Clarisse bit her tongue. She wanted to tell Lycaon that he needed the police because she was going to tear him apart piece by fucking piece and choke him with his own intestines if even a single piece of hair on Chris' head was harmed. She would show them what a fucking monster looked like.

Clarisse couldn't voice it, though. She couldn't put Chris in danger.

Besides, Lycaon was going to learn very soon.

"Tell me the address," Clarisse spat through gritted teeth. "I'll come alone, but if you harm Chris..."

Lycaon scoffed and gave her the address, "Don't be late. We'll start biting off limbs. And when you get here, you're going to answer some questions. If we don't like those answers, your little boy toy will pay."

Clarisse crushed the phone in her hands and then threw the useless piece of garbage down. Deep, angry breaths vented out of her. That fucker was going to pay. She didn't care how many members of his gang he was hiding behind. None of them were going to stop her.

Clarisse took a deep breath and grabbed her cell phone. She dialed a number and waited. It didn't take long for an answer, "Hello?"

"Is your side healed?" Clarisse asked. Three weeks had to be enough.

"Did Chiron tell you about-"

"Chris is in trouble, and I need backup," Clarisse interrupted. "Is your side good enough to help?"

"It is," Reyna confirmed.

"Good," Clarisse replied as she ran outside and towards her car. "I'll be there in five minutes. Does your sister have silver bullets still?"

"...Yes."

"Bring them," Clarisse ordered as she threw herself into the driver's seat. "I'll explain on the way."

"Alright," Reyna said. She didn't ask any more questions, which was good. Clarisse knew that Reyna had done a lot of terrible shit in her past, so she wasn't about to judge Clarisse for what she did now. And it would be nice to have backup.

Clarisse hung up the phone and focused on driving. She sped out of the driveway and gunned it down the road. A deep breath left her, "I'm coming, Chris. They're not going to get away with this. I promise. And after this, you're buying me a fucking diamond ring."