I woke up to Chimes. I tried opening my eyes, but they refused. I tried moving my hips around, or at least trying to move period; but my body refused to cooperate. I didn't have to pat Nathan's head to feel his short brown hair rubbing against my thigh. I didn't have to look to see who's body clung to mine desperately, the mesh of a black shirt rubbing rugedly against my bare side. Charlie groaned, hugging to me even more tightly. I felt Achillies hair brushing my jaw, I opened my mouth and closed it. Feeling his head cradled into the crook of my neck and shoulder. The vibration of the phone, or the numbed sound of it ringing didn't go away, it kept on, which was waking me up more. I pushed my legs together, finding Nathan's body happily between them. His head was laid very low on my abdomen, while his own body was huddled between my short legs. His arms were wrapped around my hips in a death grip, seemingly surpring to be comfortable for the both of us. I pushed my thighs together again, trying to get Nathan to wake up enough to answer my phone. Because the vibration was against my other thigh, I thought Nathan could take care of it while he was down there. His body didn't move, except for a flailing arm digging around my outter thighs. The chimes ceased, with a very tired groaning voice. "Hello?" He said quietly. "No this isn't Hunter." A loud man's voice. "This is Nathan." The voice was getting louder. "Well, who is this?" He didn't sound angry, he sounded utterly and completely tired. Achillies body pressed harder against my bare chest and rib. He pushed his hand under the covers, following the trail of my bare body to find Nathan's head, still hid under the covers.
"Give me the phone." He said, there was nothing there. Just an order.
"Hold on a minute." Nathan handed the phone to Achillies, while the man kept talking.
"What do you want?" He said coldly, offering no happiness.
"She's asleep." The voice got loud again. Charlie wrapped his arm tighter around my waist, sandwhiching me very firmly against the both of them. He put his head on my breast, this postition with Achillies wrapping me in a death grip between all of them, then Charlie's chin sitting casually on my breast. And if you looked hard enough, the very large budlge of someone hidden under all the covers; positioned right in between my legs. All of this would have looked very intimate to anyone who was looking; but it wasn't, and far from it.
"Who is it, Achillies?" Charlie asked quietly, his voice was just as tired as everyone else's.
"No one, go back to bed." I think Achillies was trying to sound for lightness, but ended up sounding like a direct order. And a stern one. Charlie didn't look away for a while, finally deciding it wasn't worth argueing over, he pushed his faced back against my head. Going happily back to sleep, like ordered. Sometimes things just weren't worth argeuing over; something I didn't think I'd ever learn.
"Achillies." I mumbled quietly. "Just give me the phone."
"No." He said, his voice lowering a few notches. The loud noise of the man on the other side abruptly stopped with a quiet, 'click.' I opened my eyes, trying to see him, and failing. I closed them in defeat, fighting against sleep. The tension was breathing from Achillies body, Charlie had noticed too, because his lips were pressed secretly against my head. Listening. He relaxed when Achillies turned off the phone, resting his head silently back into place.
"Go to bed." He said, his voice quickly lowering a dozen notches. I nodded, because my voice didn't feel like making any vibrations. The second Achillies lips were pressed tiredly back against the crook of my neck and shoulder; I was out.

I woke up, again to the sound of a phone ringing. I looked over at Charlie, who was happily snuggling tighter to the line of my body. It was hard to breath between the sandwhich of two male werewolves. If it weren't for them, I would have looked crusified the way I was lying. With the exception of my legs spread, very wide. I whimpered, opening my eyes to focus on where the sound of the phone was. A hand reached across me quickly, grabbing the phone.
"What?" Achillies asked none too gently. I closed my eyes back, Achillies would take care of it.
My breasts were moved awkwardly, Charlie was pressing his face harder into me. Snuggling so tight, I could feel every muscle and every curve of his whole body. He had morning sendrum; I lifted my leg in attempt to wiggle to the side, only finding Achillies hug to me defensively; as if his prey were trying to get away. I tried to close my legs but Nathan was mounded inbetween them, his breath breathing heavily in a deep sleep over my very, very low abdomen. I felt every inch of his body down there. His arms wrapped around my hips, a death grip entightened. His legs, full of light blonde and brown hair, curling inside his own body, trying to squeeze into my small thighs. I tensed, whispering. "You guys," Achillies was the first to look at me, he stopped listening to the man on the other line. "I'm naked." I felt Charlie awake, while he looked down at my chest, and Achillies did the same. Smiling just a touch, as if just now noticing that I were completely nude. My face lit up like a Christmas tree. My breathing was shallow, and I closed my eyes. The phone made a soft click sound, and I knew he hung up. I was going to argue but lips were pressed into my ear. Breathing long and heavy, "So." Suddenly the air was cold, and my body tightened. Just naturally, Charlie chuckled. I didn't look, because I was too nervous. I swallowed, "I can't put my legs together." I said quietly, trying to get my anger and the new blush under control. Achillies looked down at the huge buldge between my legs. He lifted the heavy comforter effortlessly, pearing down at the sleeping form of Nathan. You could see his whole body perfectly. It was warm down there, which is the perfect tempature for lycanthrobes, of any kind. You could kill them if it got too cold. Cold was for the dead or damned, warm was for the living and alive. Nathan's hair was soft looking, despite the huge amounts of gel he used to get them to stand. It was thick and full and flush; a natural feeling of wanting to touch it, kind of hair. His puppy brown eyes were closed, and he was curled in a perfect ball. My legs were spread, very wide; trying to accomodate for his tall and musculine body. His head, as I felt, was breathing heavily right above my very private place. While his chin barely grazed it. I wiggled, taking a breath in, "Don't look!" I hoarsely whisered, Achillies narrowed his eyes at Nathan, growling. He opened the covers more. I squeeled, as softly as it came out got me mad. "I'm naked!" I whimpered. Achillies only growled more. Even though Nathan was our new pet and his new pard. He was a leopard and Achillies was wolf. Simple math. You can't add an apple and an orange, it just didn't work. Same fruit, but completely opposite. "Don't get mad Achillies, just close the damned covers!" I said angrily. My body was in chains around them. And my thighs were beginning to ache from having to strech outward for Nathan. I laid my head back on the pillow, Achillies very slowly closed the covers back, hiding Nathan. I took a deep shaky breath. All of the men had the morning syndrum, and they were a little too close for comfort when they were like that. I tried sitting up, but four hands pushed me back down. The pain that shot through my chest and upper body made me throw my head back in pain. Tearing a silent scream from my throat. My body writhed, spasming against the intense current beating through my helpless body. I felt each mark as if they were being blown all over again. I clawed at the covers beside me. Finally, my body rested, throwing itself back against the covers. Where I laid motionless and still. Charlie was frantically asking Achillies what had just happened. Achillies quietly told him to hold me and to go back to sleep. Charlie did what he commanded. Achillies and I both listened to our advice, for once.

I woke up again, but this tim enot to chimes of my cell phone; but to Achillies soft cooeing.
"You're cold." He said quietly. I felt cold, I felt freezing, I shook lightly. Trying to get my eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room. But everything was so cold, "C-cold." I whispered through chittering teeth. Achillies pushed Charlie, over my chest. Waking him up in a split second. "Get up and go turn hot water on." He looked from Achillies to me, then jumped out of bed; I never even felt him leave. Achillies got out of bed, whipping off the covers, he dragged the still sleeping Nathan out from on me. I shuddered, being fully nude should have bothered me, but it didn't. I just didn't care. My body was chilled to the bones and through the muscle. Cold was an understatement to what I was feeling right then. Nathan opened his eyes warily, finding me, he froze.
"What's wrong with her?" His voice trying to hide the hysteria and failing miserably.
"Her bodies rejecting the warmth."
"Ya think?" He asked, the first signs of panic threading through the hysteria. I didn't know the difference until just then. Charlie came running back through the doorway.
"It's ready." Charlie said quietly, hiding his panic or just not having any of it. But the worry was full force on his face. Achillies picked me up effortlessly, walking to the bathroom silently. He handed me over to Charlie, who heald me just as comfortably and just as silently. I laid my head against his bare mesh chest. "Jesus, she's fucking freezing." He said, looking down at me. Achillies had removed his pants and socks quickly. Taking me back from Charlie, he wayed his way into the large bathtub. The water came just up to the top of his thighs, and about to my waist when I was standing. But he didn't make me stand. He sank me in the water, using his body as a weight. He held my back against his front, while I soothed in the hot water. I relaxed utterly and completely. Laying my head back against Achillies chest lazily, my teeth still chittering, but I was almost instantly better. He smiled down at me, "Still cold Love." I nodded weakly. But the water felt so good around us. It touched every part of my body up to my chin, I weakly wrapped my legs around Achillies thighs, cradling myself more. When, in actuallity, Achillies did all of the work. I just happily oblidged. My breathing became slow, and teadiess. Untill my eyelids were just too heavy to hold up. Closing them, then snapping them open. "Go to sleep." Achillies whispered softly, and for the third time, I did. I fell against his chest, and closed my eyes the last to to the image of Achillies curls on his shoulders, and Nathan and Charlie looking a little more relaxed then earlier. And then the black engolfed me, again.

This time I heard no phone ringing, I wasn't freezing cold, I just woke up. The room was blurry and I had a headache, but nothing bad. The tingling sensation to the whip marks were slowly spreading through my body. But they weren't horrible. No one was in bed with me, and I was alone. I took a deep, needed breath listening to everything around me. I didn't have all my best senses back, but I felt presences in the house that told me I wasn't alone. This was good. I yawned loudly, stretching my fingers and toes, truthfully afraid to move anything else. I opened and closed my heavy eyes many times, before I glanced at the blinking red clock reading 8:00 a.m.. I didn't really like mornings, especially the kinda mornings you wake up and you didn't get not even 10 minutes of sleep. Yeah, one of those mornings. I listened to the soft hum of the air conditioner and the feel of the thick down comforters surrounding my weakened body; and I felt completely and utterly comfortable. The kind of comfortable you only feel on Sunday mornings, you've got nowhere to go, no one to see, nothing to do but lay in the mountain of blankets and stare into the false black of your room. Sadly enough I woke up more with each passing minute and I had to get up. The first thing I did was move my right arm, which was giving me the most pain days ago. The pain came on full force but I bit my lip harshly, it wasn't that bad I could make it. Then my left, which wasn't that bad. My legs were harder to convince, because the thrum of my beating beat down on my small body making me shake with the effort of forcing them to move. It was so very against my better judgment and so very against my body's. I sat up, now having my lower stomach vibrate with numb; telling me it was very badly wounded like the rest of my body. I shook my head, heaving myself harshly to the ground; shakily I stood, groping for the side of the wall. I was breathing heavily, my forehead beaded with a fine sheat of pure sweat. I moved my leg gengerly, watching my foot like it were the most important thing in the world, trying to focuse on anything but the pain. And alas, it didn't really do shit to help me. I spotted jeans, that looked like Achillies. Smiling inwardly I looked down at myself, noway. I leaned down, my body beating me for my self conciouseness. I lifted one leg finding that mission almost impossible, then the next. Slowly sliding them, thankful the pants were so baggy and long. I glanced around for any kind of shirt, finding my sports bra; but that would be too painful.
"Anything." I whispered, getting erritated. I would not go out there topless. I would not! Finding absolutely nothing inside of the room pissed me off to no end. Feeling defeated and beyond angry, I gengerly set my arm across my large, beaten chest. Heaving with every drag of my feet I made. By now I could feel the sweat covering my skin from my forced efforts. The room would have been almost very cold to anyone inside the house who weren't lycanthropes. I eased out of the door, glancing down the long hallway. This house wasn't mine, but it was an identitical version of it, which was kind of creepy. My other hand that wasn't hiding my large bosom, groped for anything to hold while I dragged my feet down the hallway. My breathing now heavy and labored, my legs began to shake, but I forced myself to keep walking. Finally I shoved away from the wall, determined to walk on my own, which I was amazed I could. Very slowly and cautiously I eased down the hallway, a snail would have been speedy gonzolus to me at this point. The pain was almost unbearable, like someone with a bat were beating me on 'the back'. I whimpered, breathing shallow and fast. Sweat dripping from my forehead landing on my nose, falling to my thick pouty bottom lip. My black hair stuck to my neck, and most of my chest. Letting the impossibly long length fall to my front, covering my entire bosom was helpful. Letting go of my death grip on my chest, my hair doing all the work, I slid my feet against the ground alittle faster. Not wanting to go through the living room, afraid to bump into anyone, I pushed open the door leading to the kitchen. I was right, an exact replica to my house. I rubbed the back of my hand against my forehead, coming away with a smear of blood; deciding to wipe the evidence away on Achillies' jeans. Looking up shakily, all the guy's were in the kitchen drinking coffee. Nathan glanced up, smiling at me. On seeing me the smile was gone immediately. Charlie was laughing when he caught Nathan's gaze, following it to me, the laugh was silent and his face was blank. Achillies was looking a little less than outraged when he caught my eyes.
"H-Hi." I said shakily, finally my legs gave out from under me, as I fell to the ground. Three different lycanthrope men caught me in their arms. I tried to pull away from their vise grip, to no avail.
"I-I can h-handle it, damnit!" I said, none too gently.
"Shut up." Achillies said, matching the anger in his voice. I shot my gaze up at him, growling.
"I can w-walk on my own Achillies!" Trying for a yell, I only came out to be an inward gasp.
"That's an order Hunter."
"Fuck you!" I managed to raise my voice to weak aggresion, which was better than whimpers. He bared his teeth at me, growling.
"Kittens, let's calm down, alright?" Charlie's voice was soft and soothing, as I parted my lips, growling back weakly at Achillies' pack leader growl; which proved me to not only be ignorant, but weak AND ignorant. My whole vision swayed, it made me think of a building swaying, right before the great montrousity falls to the ground. My vision sparkled and both of our growls ceased. I felt a drip fall on my eyebrow, then to my cheek. But when I opened my eyes I realized it wasn't sweat, but blood again. All eyes followed the blood drop, until Nathan reluctantly slid his finger across my cheek, swiping it away. They took me in their grasp once again, easing me into the closet kitchen chair. I slumped back, grateful for the relief of standing up right. I opened my eyes wearily to find Nathan tugging his shirt off, pulling it over my head; he pulled my hair out also. When it slid against the white shirt, it came away smeared with blood.
"Get the doctor." Achillies said softly, softly, I missed that in his voice. I looked up at him, to find his eyes ice. The look where he doesn't let anyone in, I smiled weakly up at him, holding my hand out weakly for his. He put his large hand inside of mine, lacing fingers.
"I didn't," I had to take a deep breath, swallowing a couple of times "Like being alone in t-that room." It probably would have sounded reasurring if my voice weren't so wavered.
"We could have come to you der wolfet." I rolled my eyes, startling them with loud laughter ending with an abrupt cough.
"That w-would have been, too simple Achillies." I said, looking up at him faintly. He smiled down at me as the door burste open with the old doctor. He kneeled at my legs as my head bobbed down to look at his short stature. He took my wrist in hand, feeling my pulse.
"Why would you let her out of bed, she shouldn't even be able to walk, you people." He shook his head vigorously, checking different odds and ends of my body.
"Why?" He asked, obviousely a little angered. Achillies eyes never left mine.
"Because you can't order her to do anything." The man scuffed, taking Achillies by the arm yanking him away from us. He remained where he was, his arm not even flinching, but he shot his head back to the doctor glaring at him. The small man looked from me, back to Achillies and everyone else.
"You have something to say Doctor, you say it in front of your pack. Do not forget your place among us." He said blandly, but underneath holding a strong warning. The Doctor bowed his head in appology.
"Fine."
"What did you have to say." I asked quietly, all heads turned to me, then to the small man. He looked back at me, hiding away; turning back to Achillies.
"You are her packmaster." He said quietly. "You 'are' allowed to tell her what to do."
"I am." Achillies said, voice still holding the bland warning tone.
"So, in cases like these; don't you think you...should?" He looked up to meet Achillies eyes, who bored down at him.
"Master?" He said even softly, in the appologetic offering tone. He scuffed, turning away from the burning gaze of which was Achillies.
"She is so weak, if we force her to walk and-"
"We donot influence this on her, she does what she wills. This is all Hunter." Charlie said, defending. The doctor swiftly turned to flock upon Charlie.
"The point is you CAN make her do things. Or at least the packmaster can, that's what he's there for."
"You're stepping over your boundaries doctor, I warn you to watch it." Achillies growled, squeezing my hand involuntarily in his.
"A-chillies...you're, h-hurting me." I said slowly, my vision beginning to calm back to normal. His eyes never left the doctor but he practically leg go of my hand, letting it lazily lay inside his.
The doctor shook his head.
"We could put her in the hospital?" Nathan's voice rang over the thriving tension, soothing everyone. Or at least me. I turned towards him smiling, shaking my head. He took my other hand in his, holding it gently, running his fingers through my hair. I leaned into his touch, while his hand bent to cradle my cheek. Nathan wrapped himself around my legs, laying his head inbetween my thighs. His eyes looking up at me, smiling.
"Why?" Nathan asked quietly. "Why couldn't we simply put her in the hospital Achillies?" Nathan asked timidly.
"Because you can't put lycanthropes of any kind in a hospital. It isn't heard of!" The Doctor answered for Achillies, which was replied with a sharp.
"Step down." Growl from the obvious packmaster. The Doctor looked to the ground.
"If you donot take my advice, I'm going home."
"No, you stay." Achillies growled, the doctor lifted his head to meet Achillies forocious warning.
"Then listen to me." He said quietly, bowing his head again to look at the floor in his natural submissive state.
"Please Master, this one is for Hunter." All eyes went to me. But I wasn't focusing, something inside my stomach was turning and growling. I tensed letting my head hit the back of the chair. The turning got worse and more intense. My muscles began to spasm softly, then joltingly, and then they settled. To only start again over and over.
"What's wrong with her?" Nathan asked quietly, stepping away from me.
"Her muscles are spasming, they will go through this when her body is forced to move against its will. She shouldn't even be concious at the moment." He said strongly, glaring at Achillies who once again shot him down.
"Fix her."
"You can't."
"You better." He shouted.
"I can tranquilize her to ease the pain she's feeling right now. I can give her oxidonts to put her down, but this is just natural. This is her body rejecting what she's forcing upon herself. When this happens, she's hurting herself. You can't just fix it." He said, his glares ranging from Achillies and back to me. I yelped out when the spasms came on full blast, leaving me gasping for air.
"Do something!" Nathan said, the first signs of hysteria obvious in his voice.
"Put her on the couch."
"No!" I shouted. "T-Too p-paaah!" I yelled, as my muscles began again. It would have been excruciating to move again.
"Do something!" Nathan yelled out once more. Achillies grabbed the Doctor by the arm, squeezing harshly.
"Make it stop." I yelled out again, as my body gave one more harsh jerk, leaving me again breathing heavily, face now bleeding with sweat and blood. The Doctor opened his bag, revieling an assortment of needles and bottles. He pulled out a fresh one, digging it into a clear bottle. He took my arm lightly, pressing down in the crease of my elbow and forearm. I didn't even flinch when the needle barried itself into my skin. My whole body relaxed, and my eyes got amazingly heavy. The whole room was blurred and slurred to murmurs and movement.