The meeting went...surprisingly well for a girl who is hated by most wolves. We just went over the basic ground rules and what not. Of course, the main problem in my eyes was that I was an eighteen year old with no source of income seeing as I had since left my job in Montana.

No sooner had the thought left my brain then it had traveled out my mouth and through Mercy's ears. She jumped out of her chair and the rest of the wolves looked slightly disturbed by the action.

"I have something!" She shouted and everyone gaped at her.

So, I arrived home at 6:30pm on the fourth day of my new paperwork job. It wasn't fun or well paying, but it was easy and my free times was spent handing weird tools and car parts to Mercy and when we were both free, we enjoyed confusing Adam. Apparently, we looked o similar from behind that if we distracted him enough with petty things, he wouldn't pick up on our scents and he'd call us by the wrong names.

That night, I walked into my home after unlocking the door and I knew something was wrong. I stared into the darkness in front of me, taking in everything I could. My house smelled like coconut and honey dew melon, something that it shouldn't.

I whipped out my cell and dialed for Bran, backing towards the front door. He didn't pick up so I left a message.

"Bran? Bran, it's Alex! He followed me here! Lucas followed me! He's in my house!: I broke into hysterics, "He must've heard-"

I broke off as I heard the soft footsteps creep towards me, my voice raising a few octaves as I watched the gold eyes that were bright with ager and frustration. I hadn't realized I was screaming, but when I did, I dropped the phone and changed, running under his arms. I heard the crunch my cell made under my ex-boyfriend's foot.

He chased after me, and of course I had completely forgotten my back door didn't have a doggy door. He caught me before I was able to spin back around and dash through my front door.

I had gone out with him before he was Changed, full blown commitment wasn't my thing and you have to be careful when dating weres.

"Change back." Lucas growled at me. I bit him arm, but he shook me off and kicked me in the ribs, sending me sliding down the hard wood floor of my hallway and into a wall. The resulting crash was so loud, the picture on the wall above me fell off and landed on top of me, either breaking or seriously bruising my left wrist. I hissed, shaking off the pain and hobbling off with the speed I could muster.

He was in front of me again, grabbing and gripping me so hard my front left let snapped somewhere and I couldn't move it. I whimpered.

"Now."

I looked up into his face with sullen brown eyes and changed after sustaining a kick to my jaw. I still had clothes on because they didn't bother me or rip when I changed, I was so small.

I had dumped him way back when because he was obsessive and abusive and I knew something like this would happen, I just hadn't realized he'd be wolf. I had thought I'd be safe here.

I stole a glance at the clock, 6:50. Mercy would be home by 7:30, but if Adam was on schedule he'd be home in ten minutes. I prayed to every god I have ever heard of in my life that he was.

If I could just hold out.

Lucas brought his lips to mine in the most ferocious manner as he pined me to the floor. I squirmed and resisted as best I could, obviously, but it took less than sixty seconds for him to shove his tongue down my throat. I kicked and struggled, but I was beyond tired now as he ripped my shirt off.

Six minutes. Please, Adam.

I hate wolves.

I couldn't breathe, he was smothering me. I scratched at his hands when he reached for my pants and tried with every last ounce of strength I had to get the bastard off.

Two minutes.

The phone rang.

Lucas cursed and hurried it along. I winced as he entered me, bit my lip against the scream. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

I saw an opportunity to run, though the whole ordeal was fuzzy at that point, and took it. Changing and running out through the flap in the door, I stumbled into Adam Hauptman. He looked at me as I hobbled around him, shivering.

"Damnit." He never cursed. It frightened me, and I was already trembling. "Do walkers make rape a part of their bucket list?"

i whined. And he said gently, his eyes were amber too, I stepped back a few paced.

"Get back to my house, Jesse will take care of you."

His voice was so gentle...I scrambled down the stairs to my porch and didn't look back as Adam entered the house, followed soon after by a few more of his wolves which I do not care to name.

I knew he wasn't angry at me, he was angry because he had been given orders to protect me more likely than not, and he hadn't succeeded.

Jesse's eyes widened when I limped through the door.

"Oh my God, Alex!" She gasped, we were around the same age, give a little take a little.

She had hidden me away in some guest room upstairs. It had later been determined that I would heal from my physical wounds. Badly bruised wrist and a dislocated shoulder, both on the same side. I had been lucky it hadn't been worse, apparently.

Ha, I didn't feel lucky.

"Don't look at it." Mercy murmured, I had lifted my shirt a little to stare at the hand shaped bruises that had marked the sensitive skin from Lucas' vice like grip on my sides. I bit my lip and let go of my shirt, allowing the fabric to fall down and cover the black and blue once more.

"Asil wanted to you move back to Montana?" Mercy asked, changing the subject. I had spoken to both the Marrok and my father.

I nodded.

"Are you?"

I shrugged.

"You can always change your mind." She hugged me and I winced in pain.

We sat there for a moment and she watched me.

"You wanna go dingo?" She finally sighed.

"Yeah." I whispered quietly. She waved to the bathroom.

"Go."

So I did, and I pawed at the door to be let back out. Mercy opened it.

"Maybe it'd be better if you started off someplace completely new..." She thought out loud. I looked up at her, it wasn't a bad idea...

There was a soft knock at the door. I turned my head and Mercy went over slowly to answer it. I laid down on the floor.

"Mercy, I need-" It was Adam. His eyes still had traces of amber and snippets came floating back to me. I had a kind-of-sort-of panic attack, but attempted to hide it, despite the fact the only other two people in the room would be able to tell anyways.

I shut my eyes tight and sneezed a few times, pawing at my head as I shook it, trying to make my thoughts fall out like water in your ear.

"Adam, not now." Mercy looked back at me, I'm sure, but my eyes were still shut tight.

"I'll send Honey or Ben up, but Bran needs to talk to you." I heard him leave.

Mercy walked back over and ran a hand carefully over my head.

"I know how it feels." She sighed.

I whined, this was stupid. I was scared of nothing. I heard someone new coming up the stairs and dashed into the bathroom.

"I'll be right back, after I see what the Marrok needs." She promised.

I curled up in my new hiding spot and glared at the door, no one was coming in here no matter what.

That, was my solution.