The pack house seemed to wrap around me, caging me in as I walked through the familiar hallway. I've been here lots of times before, I told myself, but why does it feel so different?

Johnny took long strides as he talked his head off about vampires, and how they too had mates, but they liked to refer to them as their beloveds. He knows so much about something that's been long gone. His voice came in one ear and flew out the other, while my eyes locked onto anything that looked the same as it was in my dream, or memory?

My other hand, the one that wasn't sweating in Johnny's own hold, came up to grip onto the bottom of his shirt, pulling him back as I hesitantly, nervously whispered in a pitiful tone, "Please, stay close to me."

"Emery, is something wrong?" He asked, looking down at me, and nearly stopping his steps altogether, but I urged him to keep walking.

My mouth came open, my lips ready to spill whatever I was feeling, to let out a waterfall of words, but as I watched his face fall at the sight of me, I told myself, 'don't ruin this'.

Why are you scared?

"I-I'm okay," the lie slipped through my teeth like grains of sand, unsatisfying to chew and a sickening crunch, "it's just that you have a new room, can you believe it? After waiting all this time, you finally don't have a roommate."

He looked away, and quickened his pace. "Yeah, it's great," he mumbled.

A lump formed in the back of my throat, an uncomfortable ball of words that I desperately wanted to get out, to scream.

This feels different, it doesn't feel right.

Something in the air, it was a new feeling, a completely different aura of authority. The Alpha of this pack, one that held everyone's respect, but not as much in the controlling part, and he was never able to project this strong of a feeling that came off as threatening, protective even. That was it. Suddenly, it just clicked. He wasn't the Alpha anymore, but instead Morpheus was.

What did Viviana tell me? I asked myself, the wheels turning violently, almost breaking off in my head as I tried my hardest to remember something that she had told me long ago. How did the rest of the story go, how did the pack survive all this time without the true Alpha?

Not paying attention to where I was going, I let Johnny guide me to his new room, which I assumed would be in the area where the unmated would stay. There were rooms for everyone.

Soon enough, Johnny stopped abruptly in front of a door, and he pulled out his keys before shoving the right one in the lock. Pushing the door open, he made hand movements towards the inside as he said, "Ladies first."

"Oh my, what a gentleman," I spoke as I batted my eyelashes and entered the room.

Johnny shut the door behind us while I scanned the area. The bed was made messily and seemingly in a rush. The few boxes that he even had packed were half opened with his clothes all over the floor, and objects were littered everywhere, covering the hardwood of the flooring.

Johnny came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me as he sighed, "Welcome to my new room."

"Well-" shrugging him off, "-isn't this messy?"

His nails scratched at the back of his neck as I shot him a pointed look, and shook my head before I pointed at the floor with one thought on my mind, time to clean.

About five minutes into cleaning and Johnny had his music on blast, his favourite playlist singing out from his speakers as we danced around the room. Once the room was cleaned and organized, I was too hyper to stop. Running my hands down the sides of my hips as they swayed to the music, "I said shush, girl, shut your lips, do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips!"

Johnny laughed with a smile as big the sky while he watched me jump up and down on his bigger than expected bed, but he still followed along as he sung the next part loud and proud, "She wants to touch me, woah. She wants to love me, woah. She'll never leave me, woah!"

I flew back on the bed, jumping to sit down as I cackled and landed flat on my back, "This is why I like you!"

"Like you have a choice," he said and climbed on the bed, laying down next to me as we stared up at the ceiling, our hands entwining together above our heads.

That's the thing about Johnny, he treats everyone so sweetly and constantly needs some type of attention.

The playlist ended and a new one turned on.

The music echoed in the room, hitting off the walls as it came back in a quiet, saddening tune, and the lyrics matched the feeling it gave off. Johnny always listened to music.

As the song ended, I glanced over at Johnny to see his lips moulding over the last few words, 'I think I'm lonely again, would you come hold me again'.

I squeezed his hand, and he turned his head to look into my eyes. A small smile graced my lips as I saw the way his eyes lit up at the sight of me.

Johnny loves being near people, everyone around him knows that. I never thought about why before, but now as the silence filled the air, I couldn't help but think.

"It's late-" he moved to be looking back up at the ceiling, "-should we sleep?"

Letting go of Johnny's hand, I lifted myself up on my elbows and glanced over his body to see his phone with the time glowing on the blackened screen, 9:12pm.

My eyes widened, "Wow, I never realized how much time that took up."

"That's because you insisted on moving around my furniture, and it took about a hundred times to 'get it right' or at least up to your standards," he explained, watching as I rolled my eyes at him before getting up from the bed.

"But, you see-" I pulled out a dresser drawer and easily picked out a black t-shirt, moving on to the very bottom one and getting out a pair of flannel pyjama pants that were way too long, "-now, you can find your clothes in seconds and not be picking them up from off of the floor."

He folded his arms behind him, "You're right."

"Exactly," pointing my finger at him as I spoke lowly, knowingly.

Making a beeline for the connected bathroom, I shut the door behind me before I stripped down, and quickly pulled on the sleeping clothes over my head. The pant leg hung off my foot as I lifted it up, of course, the extra length of the fabric just caused me to roll them both up.

The lights were already turned off in the room, and Johnny was wrapped heavily in blankets as his phone lit up his face, giving me the perfect path to follow. Making my way over, I pounced on the bed and crawled under a blanket.

After what seemed like forever, with my back to him as I laid there on my side, I whispered, "Hey, Johnny?"

He only hummed in response, quietly with tiredness evident in his tone, but he was awake enough to throw his arm over my body. Trying to get my courage up to ask him, I sat silent.

"Are you okay?" My question fell on deaf ears, and seconds later he was snoring. I couldn't help it, even though I knew he was fast asleep, I just had to add, "It doesn't feel like you want to have your own room. You don't seem okay with not having a roommate."

Soon enough, I too was asleep.

However, not for long. Red hot blood filled my veins, burning me with an intense anger as I shot up from bed, my hand hitting against my chest to feel my heart beating violently against my rib cage. Practically choking on my honest confusion, I tried getting words out, but I just found myself holding everything in.

Looking down at Johnny's sleeping body, I tried to push him over, tried to tell him to wake up, but I couldn't. My body stayed still and my lips stayed shut. The powerful feeling of rage filled me up completely, and at the very bottom of it was a tiny spotting of pain.

My head snapped towards the door that was being slammed down against the floor, a giant man standing above it with one leg in the air and the bottom of a boot covered foot facing us. The noise woke Johnny instantly, but as he sat up with the blankets falling off the top of his body, the man came barrelling forward.

Everything was happening too fast. The man came into the door, his hand shot out to latch around Johnny's neck and in seconds Johnny was pinned up against the wall behind his bed.

His hands scratched at the man's hand that was gripping, tightening around his neck. Johnny gasped painfully as his eyes blinked on constant repeat.

A scream had already been torn out of my throat, a screeching noise banging off the walls as it occurred to me what was happening, he's going to kill Johnny. My hand came to land smack down on the man's arm, wanting to at least try to make him let go.

As my hand made contact with the arm that was currently suffocating one of my best friends, sparks ran through my whole body, and the anger inside me became clear. I wasn't angry.

It wasn't mine.