"What the fuck Peter!" Destiny yelled as she learned that Roman had been at his last transformation. "Sel you let this happen?!"

Selena backed away further into the couch at her yells. "You know Peter. He'll do things anyways," she replied. He shot her an incredulous look. "What? You know I'm right."

"Look, we have the same dreams," he told them. Destiny stared at him for a while before she calmed down.

"Oh honey, you haven't had a real friend in so long," she said. Selena rolled her eyes. Yes Peter had been lonely but he wasn't stupid. There was something more to the upir. "You need to run."

Peter stared between his cousin and Selena. She was right. This wasn't his fight and he certainly didn't want the young cat caught in the crossfire.

"Okay."

Selena didn't have much packing to do. Instead she helped Peter throw his stuff into bags and boxes. She sighed loudly causing him to stop and look at her.

"Sel, come here," he said. She stopped what she was doing and walked over to him. He placed his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head. She wrapped her arms around his bare torso and felt the heat rise between them. "I'm sorry. But we'll find a new home. And hey, you've got me," he said as he pulled away from her. Her body became abruptly cold at the lack of his body heat. They were animals after all.

"So I've got you to keep me warm at night?" She asked with a smirk. She watched his face go through a range of emotions in a second before Peter smiled mischievously.

"All night long," he replied as he inched closer to her face. She didn't move away from him and that was something that pleased him. Selena struggled to keep her heartbeat in check because she knew he'd be able to hear it.

"Mhmm, too bad I'm capable of keeping myself warm," she replied softly, her lips just centimeters away from his. Their eyes locked for a second before she pulled back and skipped over to the box she was filling up. Peter watched her go and groaned. Selena had grown into such a tease and he liked it. He watched her lean over to grab some clothes off the floor. Her dress was short and he could see just a peak of her lacy black underwear. He had to control his inner animal urge.

"Hey," Lynda scolded with a smack to his head, "come on. We've gotta move."

Peter and Selena grabbed their belongings and marched out of the door. They were making their way up the stairs to the car when they heard another vehicle pull up.

"Shit," Peter muttered as he set his bag down in the trunk. Selena placed her box next to his before turning to face the vehicle.

"Short and sweet," Lynda said as a man and woman got out of the car. Selena instantly recognized the police uniform and cursed under her breath. Police were never a good encounter for gypsies.

"Peter Rumancek?" He asked as he walked closer.

"Yes?" Peter asked innocently. Selena had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes at his voice.

"Sorry to bother you. We just have a few questions if it's not imposing," he continued.

Selena looked at the woman curiously as she walked up to Peter.

"You're a very hirsute young man," she said as she shook his hand.

"You'd have to explain what that means ma'am," he replied slightly confused.

"It means, forgive me for saying, furry," she answered. Peter let out a laugh and patted his torso.

"Guilty ma'am," he replied. Selena looked at the woman and could feel something. There was something off about her. The way she held herself and the way she spoke was odd.

She introduced herself as Dr. Chasseur and explained that she was there investigating the animal attacks. Lynda shot Selena a look as if to warn her not to talk.

"I don't suppose you are by any chance a werewolf Peter," she asked with a straight face. Selena's eyes widened before she regained her composure. She definitely didn't like this woman.

The policeman sighed and it was obvious he thought that this was a waste of time.

"I beg your pardon?"

"When the moon is full do you walk in the skin of a wolf?"

"Haha no sir. I mean ma'am." Peter replied as he scratched his chin.

"Good."

Peter asked why they would ask that and they went on to explain that some Christina girl was convinced he was a werewolf. Selena had to keep herself from groaning as Peter revealed that he had told her he was one. She swore sometimes Peter lacked a brain.

"What were you and Roman Godfrey doing in Kilderry Park at night, just after miss Bluebell's killing?"

"We were catching fireflies ma'am." Peter was becoming annoyed and aggravated by the woman in front of him. He purposely stood in front of Selena so that she wouldn't pay attention to her.

"Does Roman think he's a werewolf?" she asked.

"I'd guess not ma'am."

Their cat meowed loudly as it jumped up into Selena's arms. The woman took a look at her curiously.

"Cat people?" She asked looking straight at Selena.

"All creatures great and small," Peter replied. Dr. Chasseur walked around him and towards Selena.

"And you are?" she asked as she looked her up and down.

"Selena Camlo," she replied as she held the cat against her.

"Do you live here as well?"

"Just got here some days ago ma'am." She answered. She was trying her best to seem amiable.

"So you have no idea about these killings."

"No ma'am."

"Well, thank you both for being so open with us. Silly questions I know. Hope we get to speak again soon," she said before departing. Selena watched the car drive down the road until it wasn't visible anymore.

"Fuck," Selena groaned as she leaned against the car. Lynda looked towards her son.

"What are you gonna do?"

"We can't leave," Peter replied.

"Gypsy racist bullshit," Lynda said angrily passing a box back to Selena. They walked back into their home setting their things down. Selena threw herself into the couch in exasperation.

"You never told me this place would be so fucking complicated," she complained as Peter took a seat next to her.

"What do you expect? We've got a family of upirs, werewolves and now nekojin. It's a fucking circus." He said as he lit up a blunt. He took a hit before passing it to Selena. She gratefully took it from him.

"Anyways. I have to go talk to Roman. See you in a bit." He said as he patted her leg.

"I'm going too." She replied standing up. He shook his head.

"No way. You're staying."

"Are you trying to order me to stay? Because I won't. So I either go with you or I go alone. How would you like me to meet mama upir?" she challenged with stormy eyes. Peter stared at her before sighing in defeat.

"Whatever. Come if you want," he said as he walked out the door. Selena picked up her bag. Lynda handed her car keys and she ran out after him.

"You've got to be fucking shitting me," she commented as they walked up to the enormous house. Peter chuckled.

"How do you think he got to be the obnoxious prick he is?" He commented.

"He's not that bad," she replied absentmindedly as she looked around. Peter's jealousy flared up at her words. There was no way he would lose her to some rich kid upir who didn't even know what he was.

"What? Got a crush on him or something?" He tried to ask with subtlety. She gave him a look that he couldn't decipher.

"Are all men pricks or just you two?" She asked annoyed. She couldn't deny that she felt an attraction to Roman. He was new, mysterious and extremely handsome in a dark way. She enjoyed being around him and grounding him a bit. That kid needed to learn he was just like them.

But she also couldn't deny Peter. He was comforting and sweet. He made her feel at home and that was something she needed now.

Thrill versus comfort. Is that really what it had come down to?

"Get behind me," Peter ordered as he knocked on the door. She didn't protest and did as she was told. She may be stubborn but she wasn't stupid. The last thing she needed was for Roman's mother to sniff her out and eat her then and there.

"Yes?" Olivia Godfrey asked as she opened the door. Selena had to admit that she was quite beautiful.

"Is Roman here?" Peter asked uncomfortably.

"May I ask who's calling?" She asked curiously as she opened the door wider.

"It's Peter," he replied, once again shifting in his stance as he was uncomfortable with the woman in front of him.

"Hmm. He's never mentioned you before," she replied. Selena was sure that she was just being a bitch now. How hard was it to simply call down your son?

"We have English together," he replied.

"Both of you?" She replied looking around Peter. Selena stepped besides him. "And you are?"

"Selena," she introduced herself with a smile.

"Well, aren't you a pretty one," she said as she leaned against the doorway. "I'm afraid Roman isn't home at the moment."

Peter and Selena both glanced over to the driveway where Roman's red car was parked. Olivia opened the door to reveal Roman standing behind her.

"You have callers," she said, allowing Peter and Selena into her home. Peter walked in easily but Selena was stopped by Olivia.

"Dear, you smell absolutely wonderful," she said as she placed a hand on her shoulder and sniffed. Selena's eyes widened at the contact.

"Thanks ma'am," she replied in an effort to be polite. She looked at Roman and ran over to him, releasing herself from his mother's grip.

"Hey Roman," she greeted happily as she threw her arms around him. Roman was startled at the physical contact but didn't hesitate in wrapping his arms around her. Olivia stood watching them before excusing herself to her room. Peter had a look of annoyance on his face as he noticed Roman was still holding his longtime friend.

"We need to talk," Peter said sternly towards Roman. He nodded and reluctantly let go of the girl in his arms before leading them to a room with a pool table. Selena hopped onto it and sat with her legs dangling on the side. Roman left briefly to grab some beers before reappearing again. Peter took a seat across from her and Roman stood next to her. He placed a hand on Selena's leg and she left it there. The more she smelled like Roman in this house the better. She didn't feel like being mama upir's next meal.

Peter on the otherhand glared at his hand. He didn't understand what Selena was doing. Roman simply smirked and Peter proceeded to tell him what had happened.

"She's a digger," Peter said.

"Fuck yeah she is. An annoying one too," Selena added as she crossed her arms.

"The only ones that know what you are are your mom, me and Selena. And I know how to button up!" He exclaimed, clearly offended.

"That's not why I'm here," Peter replied.

"Then what?" Roman asked.

"Nicolae."

"He's still alive?" Roman asked surprised.

"No. But if she goes deep enough she'll find out. Nicolae was a killer. He killed one of our own." Peter stood and opened up his shirt, revealing the G tattoo on his abdomen. "That's where this comes from. It stands for Garjo. "Outsider." Nicolae stood outside of all worlds and I stand next to Nicolae."

"Wait. Don't you have that too?" Roman asked Selena. She nodded as she moved her hair aside, revealing the tattoo on her neck. "But you're not his kind."

"I don't have to be. Some bonds run deeper than blood, Roman. Nicolae was family to me. So I stand beside him as well," she replied as she stared at Peter. He looked at her proudly.

Roman and Peter began to argue about Chasseur. Roman wasn't grasping the delicacy that came with being a gypsy and much less of being a werewolf.

"My people have gone away for much less. What matters is not putting me in a cage. It's too late to run now," Peter replied as he drank from his beer.

"You were going to run?" Roman sounded both hurt and surprised. Selena observed them. Maybe there was something between them.

"Yeah, had all our shit packed and everything," she replied taking a drink from her beer. She made a face. Beer wasn't her favorite drink.

"You were going too? But they're not looking for you. You could've stayed." He replied trying to hide the urgency in his voice. He didn't want her to leave. She was the most exciting thing that had happened to him in a while.

"I go where Peter goes," she replied with a shrug. Peter smirked at Roman knowing that would piss him off.

"So what then?" Roman asked ignoring Peter's smug face.

"We do what you said. We find the Vargulf and stop him."

"How?"

"If there's time before the next moon, help him. It's possible he doesn't even know what he's doing."

"And if there's not?"

"I kill him."

"Where do we start?" Roman asked.

"Lisa Willoughby. What's left of her. We're gonna dig her up." Peter replied.

"Fuck no Peter. I'm not doing..that." Selena said staring at him in disgust. He rolled his eyes at her.

"If you won't then Destiny will," he assured her. She shook her head in distaste.

"What? Can't handle digging up a body?" Roman teased. She shook her head.

"Not what I'm talking about. But now that you mention it, yes. We nekojin think its bad luck to disturb a grave so you can both do that on your own." She said standing up. Roman threw an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer. "Don't get too comfortable there." Selena said annoyed as she moved his arm off of her.

Roman looked at her confused. First she'd been fine with his affections and now she was rejecting him.

"Right. I'll let you know when, Roman. Come on Sel," Peter said as he walked out of the room. Selena turned to Roman.

"Thanks for the hospitality babycakes," she said before placing a brief kiss on his cheeks. His eyes widened as he watched her go, hips swinging back and forth. That girl was definitely something. Roman walked up to his room with a smug smile on his face. Peter didn't stand a chance.

"What the fuck was that all about?" Peter asked angrily once Selena joined him outside.

"Watch your tone with me," she hissed as she began to walk towards the car. Lynda had been nice enough to let them borrow it for their trip.

"So what? You're just going to throw yourself at that prick? Letting him touch you?" He asked anger lacing his words. She was immediately offended.

"In case you didn't notice, his mother practically took a bite out of me as soon as we entered. I had to make it look like I meant something to Roman so that she'd at least put some distance between us." She replied bluntly.

"And what about letting him touch your leg?"

"The more I smell like Roman the better. My scent is too sweet and identifiable."

Peter sighed. He knew he'd been too harsh.

"So you don't like him," he said. She gave him a look.

"And what does it matter if I do or don't like him?" She asked defensively. His anger flared back up.

"Sel! He's a fucking upir! Or are you that much of a fucking slut that you wouldn't care about your safety in order to fuck this town's "hottie," he yelled. Immediate regret filled his body when he saw Selena's face. He knew he had gone too far.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it," he said as he tried to stop her from walking. She shrugged him off.

"Whatever. Just drive us home." She got into the passenger's seat and waited for him to enter.

"God, Peter. You're such an idiot," he muttered to himself before sliding into the driver's seat. The ride home was a silent one.