"Hand me that towel," Lynda ordered as she kneeled next to the unconscious girl in the tub. Roman quickly passed it to her and watched as she folded it behind her head. She reached into her bag and produced another vial this time filled with a dark liquid.

"We have to give her heart a kick," she explained as she filled the needle and with one quick movement stabbed it into her heart. Selena's eyes flew open as she gasped for air.

"Selena, are you okay?!" Roman asked as he kneeled next to her. She didn't answer, instead her eyes fluttered closed again. "Lynda why isn't she waking up?" He asked, frustration straining his voice. He didn't know where Peter was and he couldn't risk losing her either.

"She's not reacting right. We're losing her." Lynda frowned as her mind raced through different scenarios and solutions. Roman blinked back tears at her words unable to accept it. Lynda bit her cheek as she made a tough decision.

"Give me your wrist," Lynda ordered as she took out a small knife. Roman complied and watched as she slid it against his wrist, a stream of red gushing out.

"What are you doing?" He asked as she drained some of his blood into a small vial. Once she had enough she wrapped a towel around his wrist.

"Put pressure on that to stop the bleeding." Roman nodded as he watched her pour the blood into Selena's mouth, tilting her head back to allow the fluid to reach her throat. He didn't understand what it would do to help but he was hopeful the woman knew what she was doing. Lynda placed two fingers against her neck.

"Her pulse is getting stronger. She'll be fine." Lynda sighed in relief as she stood and wiped her hands. "Keep an eye on her," she directed as she walked out of the bathroom.

"Wait! What did you do?" Roman asked as he gestured towards his wrist. The bleeding had stopped but he could still feel the sting. She sighed deeply.

"Roman, we all know you're special. I did what I had to," and with that she left. He turned back to the girl in the tub and kneeled down to her level. He ran a hand through her wet hair and felt her cheek. She was cooling down and he took it as a good sign.

"Peter is here." Roman looked up to see Shelley at the door.

"What?" He asked confused. She typed on her phone.

"Peter is here. In my room. Mom said keep an eye on him." Roman stood abruptly at the news.

"Watch her," he said as he walked out and towards Shelley's room. There was Peter, still in wolf form laying in the bed he had just risen from earlier that day. He took a deep breath as he processed the fact that both gypsies were unconscious in his home. He groaned before making his way back to the bathroom and picking the girl up in his arms once again.

"Is it okay if she stays in your room? It'll be easier to watch them both. You can stay in my room," he asked Shelley who nodded her head in agreement. He walked into the room and placed her in Shelley's bed before covering her naked body with the sheets. Her breathing had evened out and she seemed to be resting better now. He sighed as he climbed into bed next to her exhausted after their long night.

"Hey hey hey it's okay," Roman said as Peter woke up the next morning. He groaned as he sat up his eyes landing on Selena's naked form in Shelley's bed. She looked peaceful and her ears and tail were out signaling that her body was in a relaxed state.

"Did you fuck her while I was out?" Peter accused angrily. Roman rolled his eyes at the accusation.

"No. She got the fever. I had to take care of her." Peter looked at him suspiciously unsure of whether or not to believe him. The last time Selena had the fever her body looked frail and exhausted. This morning she looked as if she'd had a good night's sleep. "Look, even Lynda had to come and help me. You can ask her if you want." That was enough for Peter to accept his explanation.

"Thanks for making sure she was okay," Peter mumbled. Roman nodded, knowing both of their egos. Roman took the opportunity to explain how Chasseur had shot him and how somehow his mother had simply appeared with him and told him to watch over him. It came as a surprise to both.

"There's something else. The vargulf got the sheriff's daughters."

"What about my mom? Have you heard from her?"

"She was here last night but she went home right after she knew Selena was okay. Why?"

"Fuckers know about me so they'll know about her," Peter said as he struggled to get up.

"Hey, I'll go check on her. You stay here." Roman left to go check up on the gypsy woman leaving Peter and Selena alone. The young girl stirred as she began to wake up before finally sitting up. She rubbed her eyes as her body felt surprisingly better than it had the first time she'd gone through the fever.

"Hey, what happened?" she asked groggily as she made eye contact with Peter. He was naked in the small hospital bed that had been used for Roman during his coma and she soon realized she was naked as well and half-heartedly pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts.

"Chasseur took me down. You had your second fever," he explained plainly. She remembered feeling awful as she had approached Roman's car last night and had blacked out as soon as she got inside.

"That explains it," she mumbled as she let herself fall into bed again. Peter did the same and they both laid in silence before Peter's phone rang. Selena's ears perked up at the sound and she sat and watched as a very naked Peter walked over to his pile of clothes and answered. She noticed her own clothes in a pile next to his.

"Lynda's okay," Peter informed as he hung up. He turned to look at her and smirked at her wandering eyes. "Like what you see?" Her gaze didn't waver and instead she raised an eyebrow.

"And if I do?" She asked almost teasingly. A wolfish grin graced his face as he strode over to the girl, climbing over her like a predator. She was no prey, and held herself so. Her gaze never left his and a confident smirk was plastered on her face. He growled before taking her lips with his as he hungrily kissed her. She could feel the heat between them rise to abnormal temperatures as she kissed him back just as ferociously, his hands grabbing at every part of her. She could feel his growing bulge through the sheets and strategically placed herself against it earning a moan from him.

"Dirty girl," Peter breathed huskily in her ear before leaving a trail of kisses on her neck. She bit her lip as he continued down to her breasts, gently sucking on them in a way that contradicted with his sexual aggression. His hands moved quick to push away the sheets that separated them and without warning he thrust into her. She cried out in a mix of pleasure and surprise but urged him to keep going. Peter had day dreamed about this moment many times and took pleasure in seeing himself move in and out of her.

This was something Peter had longed for since the day she came back into his life. He was sure he loved her as he grunted and pounded into her. She moaned loudly hoping that no one else was home to hear them. She could feel herself reaching her end as she wrapped her legs around Peter, urging him to go deeper. Her nails clawed at his back as he savagely ravished her. She let out a loud moan as she felt herself reach her climax and it wasn't long before Peter did the same, his face scrunching up as he released into her. He let his body lay on her as they both breathed heavily, bodies glistening in sweat.

"I'm fucking starving," he said as he planted a firm kiss on her and stood. She watched as he only got half dressed, leaving his shirt. He shot her a smile before disappearing undoubtedly to the kitchen. Selena made her way to the bathroom and quickly washed up before grabbing her pink lace underwear from the pile of clothing set out. She wore a matching bra and decided to simply wear Peter's button down shirt. Her ears and tail were gone now, her body still energized from the sexual activity. She made her way down towards the kitchen in her half naked attire and walked in just as Letha had thrown herself at Peter.

"Oh. Letha," Selena said in surprise. The younger girl stepped back and her eyes widened in surprise as she looked at her body. She quickly looked away in embarrassment.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I just came to check up on Roman," she explained. Letha took notice of the shirt she wore and recognized it as Peter's. Her face instantly fell.

"He's not here," Peter let her know as Selena dug through the refrigerator and emerged with a cup of yogurt in hand. She quickly grabbed a spoon before placing a kiss on Peter's cheek.

"I'll be upstairs. Nice to see you again Letha," she called out as she disappeared out the door. Letha felt her mood deflate as she watched her walk away. She could never compete with Selena. She exuded confidence and beauty.

A police siren went off outside that sent Peter into panic. He grabbed Letha, and ran, looking for a way out of the house. He knew Selena would be smart enough to hide.

"Peter! They think you killed the Sheriff's daughters?" Letha asked scared.

"Cops don't think." He dragged her through the house before they were finally cornered by two policemen. Letha watched in horror as one of them hit Peter and handcuffed him. A large cat she had never seen before came out of nowhere and threw itself at the cop, clawing at his face.

"Fucking cat!" The cop yelled as he managed to throw it across the room. It hit the wall and fell to the floor where it immediately stood up and hissed. It had done some damage as the cop had blood running down its face.

"Should I shoot it?" The other cop asked as he pointed his gun towards the feline.

"No!" Peter yelled, causing them to turn their attention back to him.

"Shelley," Letha whispered as she saw the tall girl watching them from afar. The cops cursed as they realized the weird Godfrey daughter was there.

"Go! Leave! Get out of here!" They shouted at the frightened girl. Roman appeared out of nowhere and comforted Shelley causing the cops to scowl. They threatened to shoot him as he walked into the room and evaluated the situation. Peter was in handcuffs, Letha was on the floor, and Selena had taken on her cat form and was hissing wildly at the men.

"Put the gun in your mouth," he told one of them. The cop gave him a confused look as he followed the directions he was given against his will. "If he's not uncuffed by the time I count to three, pull the trigger." The other cop hastily complied letting Petter go. Roman proceeded to give the cops instructions to drive out to the state line and the two men were gone in a matter of minutes.

Roman turned back to his friends as blood ran from his nose.

"Roman. What did you do to them?" Letha asked trying to understand how he was even awake after he had been in a coma the last time she had seen him.

"I suggested they relocate. You're not safe here," he told Peter.

"No shit."

Letha watched as the large cat rubbed against Roman's legs and purred loudly. Roman picked it up with a smile.

"Hey girl," he said as he hugged the cat to his body. Letha couldn't help but think that it's piercing green eyes seemed familiar. The cat purred as it nuzzled against his neck and licked his cheek happily.

"Since when do you have a cat?" She asked incredulously.

"Does it matter? Let's go."

They drove towards an abandoned church on Godfrey property. Letha had suggested the place as it was on her dad's land. The cat from the house was nestled comfortably on Roman's lap as he drove. Peter held another cat, a smaller grey one, that she recognized from his home. This cat seemed at peace while the cat in Roman's lap seemed to be on edge. Letha watched it warily as it stared at her with a piercing look.

"Behave." Peter said as he noticed the look the cat was giving the pregnant girl. It seemed as though the cat rolled its eyes although Letha was sure she imagined it. Cats didn't roll their eyes. They all got out of the car, Roman holding the cat in his arms, and met his uncle Norman outside.

"I'm glad you guys are okay. Letha told me what happened." Norman said directing himself towards Peter. He led them into the sanctuary and Selena sneezed, causing Roman to drop her. She landed gracefully on her feet true to her cat nature. Roman watched as she approached Casper, the other cat, and they both ran off to explore the place.

Norman let them know that Peter would be safe and suggested bringing along Selena as well. The mention of the name caused Letha to speak.

"She was in the house when we were attacked? What happened to her?"

"She got out. She's with my mom now." Peter lied. In reality the girl was among them just in a different form. Selena bounded back to them at the mention of her name and purred against Norman's legs.

"New pet?" His uncle asked with a chuckle.

"Um, yeah," Roman said as he picked the cat up. She hissed slightly annoyed at being manhandled. Roman shushed her quietly and she defeatedly allowed herself to be cradled. Norman asked Roman to follow him outside and Letha watched as the cat followed.

"I'd never seen that cat before. Where did he get it?" Letha asked Peter.

"We found her on the side of the road," he lied again not knowing how to explain the fact that the girl he was in love with was a cat. She nodded before walking up to him and embracing him. Peter felt guilty as he hugged back knowing how Letha felt about him. He found he couldn't reciprocate those feelings.

"You expect me to believe Peter's a werewolf? You're talking to a clinical psychologist." Norman said in disbelief at his nephew.

Selena sat through their argument as Roman tried to make his uncle believe what he was telling him. She understood how crazy it sounded, especially to someone who was a man of science. It wasn't long before she was trotting next to him once again as they walked into the hospital that wasn't too far away from where Peter was staying. She stayed at the door and waited for him to come back with a pillow and some blankets. They both reappeared, Norman holding a tray of food, and made their way back to the abandoned sanctuary.

"Your cat has good manners," Norman commented as she walked besides them. He had noticed the way the cat stood at Roman's feet loyally and how she had waited patiently for them outside the building. It was uncommon.

"She's usually feisty. She must be trying to look good for you," Roman joked as he looked at the cat. She glared at him as she took off running and entering the sanctuary before them. She meowed loudly as she saw Peter and Letha wrapped in each other's arms. This wasn't what Selena had wanted to see but she reminded herself that Letha had shared a night with Peter just as she had shared the morning.

Peter almost instantly untangled himself from her and gave an apologetic look to Selena.

Norman said his goodbyes and made it clear it was time for him and Letha to go. Letha gave Peter a final kiss which both Roman and Selena watched distastefully. Roman made his way out too and Selena followed him, jumping into his car and making it clear that she wasn't about to stay with Peter.

"You did what?!" Peter yelled into the phone angrily.

"I had no choice. She was dying." Lynda replied in defense of her decision.

"She's tied to him now!" Peter could feel his anger rising as he realized that Roman had already won. Upir blood was binding, and now Selena and Roman shared a bond that couldn't be undone. He had a control over her now, he was, technically, her master. "Does she know?" He asked, already knowing that someone as independent as Selena wouldn't like to be forever tied to someone, much less having to follow their every command.

"No. She doesn't."

"You okay?" Roman asked as Selena looked out the window. She sat on his bed dressed once again in one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. She watched the thundering storm with a look Roman couldn't place.

"Yeah. Just tired."

"We should get some sleep," Roman suggested as he laid down on his bed. She followed suit pulling the covers up around her. There was a loud crash of thunder that caused her to flinch as she took uneven breaths. "Are you scared of thunder?" Roman asked. There was no humor in his voice. He wasn't teasing her. There was only concern when he asked the question.

"Um, yeah," she answered sheepishly. It was a silly thing to be afraid of. Thunder couldn't touch her yet the loud sound always put her on edge.

"Come here," Roman told her and she obliged, more willingly than she would like to admit. He wrapped his arms around her and slowly pet her hair. She relaxed and soon enough her ears were poking Roman's face. He chuckled but continued to pet her. "It's okay to be scared."

A:N: Thank you for your support! As always it makes me very happy to hear what you have to say.