Agent Matson had said that S.H.I.E.L.D's ETA to Shady Oaks would be twenty minutes; that was twenty minutes too long to sit back and wait idly while Phil was out there alone with a werewolf. In twenty minutes he could be captured, injured, killed, or, god forbid ...turned. Assuming none of those things had happened already. Jack had wanted Darcy for a mate and Melissa wanted Phil for a mate, so Darcy would bet money that he was alive, but whether he was safe-she had no idea. Of course, finding his location was going to be a bitch. The Shady Oaks forest was huge, and the fog and darkness were not going to make it easier. She had called Phil's phone several times, but all it did was ring continuously, which made her worry more. She felt like she was walking in a circle, feeling like she had passed the same rock formations and cluster of trees over and over again. "Jesus H. Christ ..." she mumbled, leaning up against a tree. Phil, what am I supposed to do? If he was here, she knew what he'd tell her - he'd tell her to stay put and wait for S.H.I.E.L.D to arrive. Darcy flipped open her phone and typed in Coulson, Phillip J. into the S.H.I.E.L.D database. Maybe there was something in there that could help her find him. The phone buzzed and an alert popped up on the screen:

[[Access Denied]]

C'mon, I am fucking sleeping with him! She rubbed her temples a little bit and then pulled up the mission dossier on the screen. Both their names were listed as the active agents; she highlighted his name and it took her to his pseudo-biography. "I'm wasting time," she muttered under her breath as she scrolled through it. She was ready to close her phone and start moving again when she decided to try one more thing: she highlighted his picture and it immediately it brought up a GPS screen with a blinking red dot.

It was Phil's location.

So he had a tracking device on him ... or in him. Clint had mentioned one time that all S.H.I.E.L.D agents were implanted with a tracking device, although Darcy never remembered getting one when she was brought into the agency. Curiosity got the better of her and she had to check if she had one herself. She flipped back to the main screen and highlighted her picture. The screen opened up to the GPS screen showing her location as a blue dot. Okay, it was a little creepy that S.H.I.E.L.D was tracking her every move, but it was even creepier knowing that they had implanted her with a device without her knowledge. But, there was no time to dwell on S.H.I.E.L.D and their disturbing work ethics right now; taking a deep breath, she started out in his direction.

The first thing that Phil noticed when he woke up was the tight restraint tied around his feet. The second thing that he noticed was that he was laying on a bed. The third thing was that his hands were bound: one to each of the bed posts. The light in the room was dim, lit only by an oil lantern that was hung in the corner. The last thing that he remembered was being in the forest with Melissa; she had told him that she wanted him, she had kissed him, and he had kissed her back, willingly. She had confessed that she had killed those missing men, but probably the biggest reveal was that she was a werewolf.

"Comfortable?" Melissa's sweet voice filled the room. "I hope I didn't tie the ropes too tightly. I just don't want you to get away." She stepped into the light, dressed in a cotton robe. Her red hair which once was wildly about her was now piled on top of her head in a neat bun.

"Where's Darcy?" Phil tried to sit up but it was not easy with the restraints. "Where am I?"

"I'm sure she's fine," Melissa cooed, coming over to the edge of the bed and sitting down. She placed her hand on Phil's leg and stroked it softly. Phil started to get that feeling on intoxication again; he could feel it begin to take over his senses. "Jack is taking care of her. She's his just like you're mine. This is my little getaway cabin. It's a place I like to go when I just need to take a break from pretending I'm someone I'm not. Here I can be free to be myself," she grinned.

Phil gritted his teeth, trying to fight the sensations coming over him. He could not let this go any farther than it had already. "I swear to god if anything happens to her-"

Melissa laughed. "What?" She squeezed his thigh gently, and leaned into him. "You'll be turned long before then, and then you won't want anyone but me."

Phil jerked his leg trying to get it away from Melissa's grip. He had to get away somehow; he had to get to Darcy. As the senior agent assigned to mission it was his job to make sure that she wasn't harmed in any way. That, and she was his girlfriend, and he'd be damned if he'd let anything happen to her. He would have to stall Melissa until he could formulate a plan. "It's just you and Jack?"

Melissa nodded. "We're the last of our pack. The rest were hunted down and killed a few years ago." Her voice filled with sadness and she turned her head to look away from Phil before she started speaking again. "We're looking for the prefect mates to grow our pack with."

"This is weird," Phil muttered under his breath. He had dealt with the supernatural before but this was just on a whole different level of weirdness. He tried moving his legs again, maybe if he kept moving he could loosen the bonds and eventually break free.

"So you're going to turn me and then what?"

She looked back at him, smiling sweetly. "After I turn you, we'll mate and then our bond can never be broken. We'll travel with Jack and Darcy, grow our families, wander the woods and forests. Live in peace and harmony, far away from any civilizations. So you'll still get to be with Darcy, you just won't be with her." Melissa got up and sat closely to Phil; she gripped the bottom of his shirt and slowly pushed it up exposing his bare chest. Her sharp fingernails trailed over him, leaving faint little red marks across his skin. "You'll enjoy this. With your senses heightened, the sex we'll have will be unlike anything you've ever experienced before. It'll be hot, rough, ... so very intense. It'll leave you craving for more each time ..." She lightly tickled her fingers down his chest, stopping at the buckle of his belt.

His breath hitched when she undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. Her hand felt him, while she kept her eyes locked on his. Her breathing uneven, and every once in a while she would growl softly in the back of her throat. "What are you waiting for?" He wasn't sure if he had asked it as a legitimate question or if he asked it in an excited anticipation of them making love. His mind was so groggy now, he could barely remember his own name.

"See, you're coming around already," she giggled, and then looked out the window. "I have to turn you at the right time. Soon, darling, soon ..." She said looking up at the moon.

Phil nodded and closed his eyes. Soon he would be with Melissa and Jack would have Darcy; everything would be perfect. Darcy. Suddenly Phil snapped out of his trance and opened his eyes. Anger built up in him as he thought about Jack touching Darcy, changing her into some beast. He would not let that happen to her. "What did Jack do to Lindsey?" he asked.

Melissa crossed her arms and sat down again. "He never really loved her. He had thought he did once, but not enough to turn her and make her a part of our pack. She didn't really have the qualities that he was looking for in a bond-mate. She never made him feel that sexual desire. Not like your little Darcy makes him feel."

Phil was ready to burst in anger as images of Darcy so helpless and scared while Jack took advantage of her. He had never wanted to kill any living thing more than right now.

"So why is Lindsey sick?"

"He's been poisoning her for a while now," Melissa was growing bored of Phil's nosey questions, so she leaned over him again and started kissing and nipping at his bare chest. "No more questions. Let's just have fun before you turn." Her hands wandered back up him, lightly scraping his flesh with her nails.

Phil groaned, eyes rolling in the back of head, enjoying every bit of her touches.

"Why ... doesn't he just kill her?" he managed to ask as he fought the euphoria building up in him again.

"Because Jack likes to play. Nothing my brother does is ever just easy. He's always got to make a big ordeal out of everything." Melissa said just before she nipped his chest with her teeth.

"Jack's your brother?" Phil groaned as she continued to touch him.

"No. More. Questions!" Melissa growled, looking up at him with seething eyes. She looked out the window and then smiled, turning back to Phil. "I can start the process now, darling. I'm going to scratch you a little bit. It shouldn't hurt much, but your senses will start becoming more acute. I'm going to leave for a moment to prepare myself and when I come back I'll finish the ritual. We'll be bond-mates, Phil. You and I, together forever," she whispered in his ear, then scratched her fingernail against his chest, drawing blood and making him cry out in pain.

"I'm so sorry, darling," she whispered again, looking down at him, watching his blue eyes glaze over. "I promise after this I'll never make you feel that much pain ever again.

I love you Phil." She touched the tip of his nose gently and then smiled, before she slipped out the back door of the cabin.

He could feel changes starting in him almost immediately; His eyesight was sharper; his sense of smell stronger; his hearing more alert; and every time his skin rubbed up against the bed, it felt like little jolts of electricity coursing through his body. With Melissa out of the room, that sense of arousal no longer had a hold on him and he could think clearly again. Phil twisted his hands hoping to loosen the ropes, knowing he probably only had a few minutes at most before Melissa came back into the cabin. If she came back before he had the chance to escape then he may never get another opportunity.

With the GPS guiding her to Phil, Darcy felt like a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders. At least now she had a sense of hope in finding where Phil was. She darted through the forest, dodging tree limbs and hurdling over rocks like a track athlete,which was rather funny since Darcy hated any kind of running or jogging. Put Phil Coulson on the end of the finish line and there was no stopping her, she would go through hell and high water for that man. She slowed down just a bit so she could gauge to see how close she was. "He's got to be right around here," she mumbled to herself, looking down at the screen on her phone. Her heart started pounding rapidly again at the thought of Melissa lurking around as well. Darcy had killed one werewolf, killing two was a long shot. Especially since Melissa would have no problem killing Darcy. She ducked behind a tree when she heard a rustling through the trees. Oh, god here we go. She reached into her pocket and pulled her taser out, cranking it up the maximum setting. Darcy might suck with aiming a gun, but she was a pro with a taser,there was little she couldn't target with it. Carefully, she peeked around the corner of the tree just in time to see Melissa walking off into the forest. Darcy held her breath and prayed that Melissa wouldn't come in her direction. She breathed a sigh of relief when she watched her disappear into the fog on the other side of the tree line. A flicker of light caught her eye, which happened to line up with Phil's location on the GPS. "Alright, Phil, here I come. Please don't be a crazy-ass werewolf," she muttered as she crept as quietly as she could towards the light.

Her heart skipped a beat when she found the little cabin nestled in a clump of trees. She was really beginning to hate cabins. Cabins, forests, creepy towns, monsters-she was done with all of them. Darcy crawled along the damp ground over to the window and popped her head up and saw Phil tied up on the bed wiggling around trying to break his bonds; his shirt was pushed up and pants undone. "That bitch," Darcy whispered as she made her way to the front door and pushed it open slightly. "Phil," she whispered as loud as she could.

He turned his head and his eyes went wide. "D-Darce?" he stuttered slightly looking at her as she pushed the door the rest of the way open and rushed in kneeling at his side.

There was a lump forming in her throat, that sort of lump you got when you were about to cry. She swallowed thickly and then mustered up a smile. "I'm going to save you, Agent Coulson." She put her hands on one of the restraints, touching his hand just slightly with hers.

"Ahhh," he breathed out, twitching almost violently.

Darcy stopped and dropped her hand. "Phil, are you hurt?" That's when her eyes saw the scratch marks and droplets of blood on his chest. "What the hell did she do to you?" She reached down and touched his chest lightly, inspecting his injuries.

"Oh ... god that feels so good ..." Phil said breathlessly, his chest heaving up and down; eyelids fluttering.

"Yeah, probably a hell of a lot better than being scratched," Darcy said leaning over him working at the ropes on his hands again. A strand of her hair fell across his face and he sniffed at it.

"You smell amazing."

"Yeah, sure. Gotta love that mix of sweat, fear, and werewolf guts." Darcy scrunched her eyebrows together as she freed one of his hands. His hand was immediately at her back, rubbing little circles on her shoulder blades while she freed his second hand. "Phil, I don't know what you're doing, but now is not the time." Darcy was at his feet, trying to undo the ropes there as quickly as she could, because she knew that any second Melissa could come through that door.

He was sitting up now, arms wrapped around Darcy, face buried in her neck, inhaling deeply at her sweet scent. "You're driving me crazy..." he muttered.

"Okay, normally this sort of thing would really turn me on, but we can't fuck around right now, and I mean fuck in every sense of the word." Why was he acting like this? She wiggled the ropes off his feet. "Can you stand up?"

"Mmm-hmm," he replied drowsily, placing little kisses against her neck. "You taste so good. I could-"

Darcy wiggled out his grasp. "Agent Coulson!" she said sternly, and then slapped him as hard as she could across the face. "Snap the fuck out it!"

Phil looked at her blankly for a couple of moments and then blinked his eyes a couple of times, rubbing his hand over the red sting mark of her slap. "Darcy," he furrowed his brows together and then shook his head slowly. "I'm so sorry," he apologized.

"It's fine. We have to go. I've already alerted S.H.I.E.L.D and their sending a team to extract us. I've taken care of Jack-"

"What did you do to him?" Phil asked, standing up sounding more like himself now and not some horny frat boy. He grabbed his gun off the table next to the bed and took the safety off.

"Sent him through a wood chipper." Darcy took Phil's hand and they started to head for the door. "I see you and Melissa hit it off pretty well. You didn't get a chance to make any puppies with her, did you?" she whispered.

"She started changing me, and now all my senses are screwed up." He sniffed the air a couple of times.

"Awesome sauce," Darcy said peeking out the door. "So what? You could change into a werewolf at any second now?" Just the thought of him changing sent a jolt of fear through her body.

"I don't know-"

"Did you fucking know we were dealing with werewolves?"

"I had a feeling."

"Thanks for telling me," Darcy said sharply, not even bothering with shooting him a glare. "Let's get out of her before the whore-wolf comes back."

"Darcy, I can smell-"

"Going somewhere?" Melissa's voice called from the back door entrance. "Phil, I'm disappointed in you. Really, really disappointed." She tapped her clawed hand against the wooden doorframe, shredding flakes of wood off it.

Damn it to fucking hell.

Darcy and Phil both turned back around to look at Melissa. She was in a half-human and half-werewolf form. Her eyes red, her skin was starting to sprout tuffs of reddish brown hair, her hands claw-like. Darcy had thought Melissa was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen before, but now seeing her like this she was quite the opposite. "I already killed your brother, Melissa! Don't think I won't do the same to you." Her finger squeezed taser trigger, but she didn't pull it just yet.

"You killed my brother?" she growled, shooting Darcy a glare of pure hatred.

"Your other option is to surrender," Phil said as he pointed his gun at her chest.

Melissa grinned, baring her razor sharp fangs. "Surrender? You actually think I'll do that?" she laughed, then stopped and glared back at the agents. "Drop the gun, Phil," she commanded.

The gun fell from Phil's hand and clattered on the floor, and Darcy couldn't believe her eyes. "You have got to be kidding me!" she said, wide-eyed looking at Phil. Did Melissa have mind control over him or something?

"Now come here." Melissa pointed next to her, and Phil slowly walked over taking his place next to her.

Darcy clenched her jaw tightly and then pulled the trigger of her taser. She watched as it struck Melissa in chest, but she didn't drop to the ground like Darcy expected; she didn't even flinch. Melissa just giggled and ripped the electrode out of her body. "Shit," Darcy said quietly as she watched Melissa start to transform into a full werewolf.

"Now that Jack is gone, there's no use for you, Darcy," Melissa said in a strained voice as she shifted.

"Phil!" Darcy yelled, hoping that he'd snap out of his trance. He just stood there dumbly next to Melissa, who was now a giant monster. Darcy reached down to grab the gun off the floor, but just as she started to come up she was knocked back onto the floor by a jolting force. The wolf pinned her down; its face only several inches from her own. Darcy screeched, placing her hands on the sides of the wolf's head pushing it back away from her. Its mouth was open, dripping saliva and foam all over her, its teeth sharp and ready to rip into her. Darcy screamed as she continued to fight back, she was determined to live. She knew she'd die one day but it would not be by a werewolf devouring her. Hot, rancid breath infiltrated her nostrils as the wolf pushed closer. Darcy's arms were going weak, she didn't know how much longer she could do this.

Three shots rang out in the cabin. There was a painful cry from the wolf and then with a heavy thud it collapsed against Darcy. She lay there frozen, not knowing if the wolf was dead or still alive. "... Ph-Phil?" she said in a shaky, barely audible whisper; her body was being crushed by the weight of the beast.

"Darcy!" Phil's voice was at her side, rolling the werewolf off her. His face was a look of confusion and fear as he took her hand and sat her up. "Are you hurt?"

She shook her head no. "I-I think I'm okay," she said as Phil grabbed her arms and began to inspect them for any scratches or bites. He moved to her face, down her neck; hands lightly searching for injuries. "I think I'm going to throw up again ..." she said, her body quivering as she turned her head away from Phil. His hands were pulling her hair back gently as she vomited.

"I'm here for you ..." he whispered, rubbing her back softly. He glanced over at werewolf which now had reverted into the form of a woman. Two bullet holes pierced through the back and one through the head.

"I thought you were under some trance. I thought-" Darcy's voice trailed off as she looked at the body. "Is she ... dead?"

Blood pooled around Melissa's body and Phil nodded. "She's dead. I think once she transformed, she wasn't able to control me any more," he guessed. He gave her a tightlipped smile, and reached for her hands, taking them in his. "I have never been more proud of any agent than I am of you, Agent Lewis."

"Yeah right. I would have died if you hadn't of shot her."

"Darcy, I would have been a werewolf now if it wasn't for you coming to my rescue. And you took down Jack-in a wood chipper! Badass," he grinned, trying to coax a smile from her.

"That was pretty crazy. I still can't believe I did that," she said with the smallest smile. "All I could think about was getting to you." She looked at Phil who had his head cocked slightly up as if he was listening to something.

"S.H.I.E.L.D transport's almost here," he said as he got up and then helped Darcy to her feet.

"I don't hear anything," Darcy said as she strained her ears.

"Enhanced hearing," he said pointing to his ear. He smiled and then leaned in, placing his nose against her neck, inhaling against it. "And, by the way, you still smell really sexy," he whispered.

Darcy had no clue why he was acting so strangely. Him smelling her was hot just as much as it was creepy. It was like he was like he was gaining some sort of feral-like abilities. "So, um, should I be worried about you? Are you going to go wolf on me?" she replied softly as Phil kissed her neck. "You're bleeding ..." she said, looking down at his chest.

He pulled away from her, and sighed. "I'm okay, the scratches don't hurt much. I have no idea what's happening to my body though. Melissa said she needed to do some ritual to complete the process, luckily she never got that far." He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes. "I'm getting goddamn migraine from sensory overload, I think." His eyes darted towards the door and a second later two uniformed S.H.I.E.L.D agents stepped through inside with their guns drawn.

"Agent Coulson, are you alright?" asked one agent as the other one walked around the room and over to Melissa's body.

"We're going to both need medical attention," Phil replied, looking over at Darcy.

"Agent Coulson needs it more than I do," Darcy interjected, watching as Phil rubbed a this temples again Clearly, he wasn't feeling well at all.

The agent near Melissa looked up. "Is there anymore Lycanthropes, sir?"

"No, but get a crew over to the lumber machinery; one of the chippers will need cleaned out." Phil said giving Darcy a tiny wink.

"Transport is hovering over head, sir. You and Agent Lewis can head up there now. Director Fury has issued a new team to take care of things down here. There's an agent with the two civilians back at the lumberyard, they'll be on the second transport and taken to headquarters to be looked over. And don't worry, sir, we'll get your car on board," said the other agent.

Phil nodded. "Thank you. Come with me Agent Lewis," he said gesturing her to step outside with him.

Darcy breathed in a deep breath of fresh air soon as they got outside. "I'm so glad this is done," she said at last. "And Annie and Lindsey are safe. God, I hope they can cure Lindsey. Annie needs her more than anything, especially all the stuff she's been through."

"We have some of the best doctors in the world working for us," Phil said as he walked over to the drop-down ladder that was dangling in front of him. "You think you can climb?" Darcy groaned. "Yeah, I think so. I mean after fighting off two werewolves, climbing is going to be a cakewalk. I really hate heights though," she mumbled as she began to climb.

"I won't let you fall, Darcy."

"Welcome back lovebirds!" Clint Barton said to Darcy and Phil soon as they climbed aboard the transport. He was had his arms crossed and a wide grin spread across his face. "So werewolves? Okay, I'm kinda glad I was denied this mission. You guys okay?"

"Clint!" Darcy practically rushed into his arms, giving him the biggest hug she could. He hugged her back and then looked up at Phil and stuck his arm out. "I guess we're okay. For now anyhow," she said looking back at Phil. He was leaning up against the wall with his eyes closed.

"Sorry, I don't mean to move in on your girlfriend. Come here, you! Want in on this group hug?" Clint cringed soon as he had thought about what he said. "Aww shit," he muttered.

Phil opened his eyes and raised his eyebrow, looking at Clint and then to Darcy. "I thought-"

"Sorry," she apologized, giving him a guilty smile. She turned to Clint gave him a warning look. "He won't say anything. Right, Clint?"

"Your secret is safe with me. Cross my heart," Clint said making a little 'x' over his chest.

"Agent Coulson, Agent Lewis," a woman said as she made her way to the back of the transport. Anything that Phil wanted to say to Barton about his and Darcy's relationship would have to wait until they were in private. "Please come with me so we can treat your injuries," she said and then began to walk away.

Phil started to follow her but stopped when he got next to Clint. He sniffed the air, and then narrowed his eyes. "You stink, Barton," he said and then walked away disappearing through the door into the next room.

Clint raised both eyebrows, puzzled. "What was that about?"

"Um, his senses are all messed up. They've become, like, enhanced or something." Darcy shrugged and looked at Clint. "And he might be part werewolf now."

"Are you shitting me?" Clint said completely dumbfounded. "Seriously?"

Darcy turned back to him and raised her arms up in question. "I don't know, Clint. I don't know." She turned back to the door and walked out towards the area of the transport that was the designated medical area. Phil was laying on a cot, shirtless, heal ready had an IV drip and a heart monitor attached to him. He smiled at her when she entered the room. "You get your rabies shot?" Darcy joked, taking a seat on the cot next to him.

He chuckled. "I'm the new pet project. Seems this isn't something they've personally come across yet." He stretched his arms and leaned his head back on the cot, turning it to look at Darcy.

Darcy leaned back and returned his smile, wanting nothing more than to scoot as closely as she could to him and snuggle up. "So what's it feel like?"

"It's hard to explain," he shrugged his shoulders slightly. "I can smell everything in the air. I'm able to pick out each individual scent ... I can smell your pumpkin body wash-"

"I haven't used that in days."

Phil grinned. "Well, I can still smell it on you," he smirked. What he wouldn't tell her was that her natural scent was driving him mad and he was strongly fighting all these strange animalistic urges to fuck her like crazy right here, right now. "My hearing is a mess though, I'm hearing every sound on the transport – from people talking to the slight pings of gears. I think that's the cause of my headache. The only good thing is my eyesight. I don't remember the last time I saw this well. Wouldn't mind if that stuck around," he chuckled quietly.

"But then you wouldn't have to wear those sexy glasses," she whispered, making sure none of the doctors at the computer station didn't over hear her. She grinned, and here turned her smile with a wink. Darcy leaned back and listened to the hum of the engines as the transport flew back the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters; even though she was happy to be leaving Shady Oaks, she still wondered what was going to happen to the town. Was everyone going to wonder what happened to the Coulsons? What about their house and all the belongings in it? "So what happens to the town? I mean we're just up and leaving. Isn't that going to cause the town to wonder what happened to us?"

Phil nodded. "S.H.I.E.L.D has a protocol for when an emergency extraction happens."

He paused for a moment, thinking of the easiest way to explain it to her. "A secondary team down will go down there later tonight to pack up the house and remove any traces of us ever being in Shady Oaks. They'll use a cloaking device cast over the house so they can do it without drawing any attention to them."

"Okay, so that's kinda cool," Darcy said with a nod. "What about everyone that met us? What's the cover story for our disappearance?"

Phil was silent for a moment. "Come tomorrow morning the entire town won't remember us ever being there."

Darcy was confused. "What do you mean?"

"We'll be supplementing a chemical to the town's water supply that will alter any memories of us being there. Whether they drink the water, take a shower, wash their hands, or whatever. The chemical will be absorbed into their body and they'll forget everything about us, as well as Melissa, Jack, and Bob. To Shady Oaks, they never existed either. Melissa and Bob's bodies will be taken back to the headquarters for our biology team to look over. Annie and Lindsey will be treated by our doctors and then-"

"Their minds will be altered?" she asked, but she knew the answer was yes. A shiver went through Darcy's body. She was learning a lot of creepy things about S.H.I.E.L.D tonight. They were not just a super sneaky government agency as she originally thought. They were their own thing, that did things the way they wanted. They had mind altering drugs, they implanted tracking devices in people with their knowledge, they dealt with things that many people didn't even know existed–Who knew what else. "Um-"

"I know it's a lot to take in Darcy, but we think you're ready. I know you're ready."

"Ready for what?" Darcy asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Directory Fury will be speaking with you in the morning," he said sleepily. Whatever was in his IV drip was starting to take effect now. He gave Darcy a little smile just before he fell asleep, leaving her to wonder what Fury wanted to speak to her about.