Deep, green eyes occupied my every thought, the pain was no longer there as I saw nothing but those orbs staring back at me, they narrowed, and from what it felt like, stared straight through me.

Soft breathing was all I could do as the colour green flashed in my mind, over and over.

They turned on me, with anger evident in them, they glared.

Like knives cutting through my sensitive skin, fingers were pulling down the side of my shirt's collar and pressing themselves against the pale skin of my neck. Moaning in pain, I woke up gasping for air, twisting my neck around until the fingers flew off, and once the burning feeling dulled I opened my eyes to see the pack doctor looking down at me, with Johnny and Max behind him.

"It's just her heat, right?" Johnny spoke slowly, quietly as if he wasn't expecting any other answers to come up, it was either that or nothing.

Max, looking as worried as ever, shook his head as he held his jaw in his hand. "That can't be it."

"Then what could it be?" Johnny asked, and pulled at the blurry locks of his blond hair.

My eyes began to roll back, cutting off my vision as another wave of pain came over my body. The fire stayed on my skin, bouncing off of one part of my body to land on another until it had consumed me completely. No matter how much I wanted to at least try to get it off, I couldn't as my body stayed limp against the hard floor. I let out another whimper of pain as I put pressure onto my elbows, just barely sitting up.

"Impossible," the pack doctor whispered to himself, "for a human to go through heat without even being marked."

I moved slowly as I started to get up, but every piece of skin that felt a breeze of air heated up again, and I couldn't stop the tears that came with every movement. Johnny pushed his arms out, either getting ready to help me up or to force me back down. "Be caref-"

"Don't touch her!" The pack doctor said frantically, and put his own hands out to stop Johnny before there was any skin to skin contact, "I don't know what we're dealing with, but I do know that she's having heat-like symptoms. Humans do not go through heat, no matter if they are mated to werewolves, but this case is different. This is a human mating with the son of the Moon Goddess herself. It is nearly impossible to know what is going to happen."

"Then, what are we supp-" Max was cut off by my own scream as a stinging prick punctured my neck. Shutting my eyes tightly, my world was once again engulfed by pure darkness.

Surreal, I thought to myself as the body I seemed to be in, turned. It was happening too much for me not to know who it was, Morpheus. He had moved to look at the needle that was currently being embedded into his neck. Pure, jealous, anger was imprinted into his mind, and as if acting on impulse, his arm moved up to grab onto the man I recognized as the pack doctor, but all too soon, his vision had gone blurry, and he could no longer pick out where the pack doctor was located.

The feeling of a hot liquid entering his jugular burned.

I could feel it, so clearly, the thought that lingered, 'not again'.

My legs ached, the skin on my thighs that was covered by a thin fabric felt bare as I could feel a hand gripping them, my back feeling the same thing. I choked on the surrounding air, almost as if I was drowning, and I leaned my body away, but that did nothing as I felt the pain worsen and the touch tighten.

"J-Just hold in there, Emery," a voice whispered close to my ear, but I didn't want to hear anything as a scream tore it's way from my throat. The tighter the man, Johnny, held on, the more his touch burned.

I wanted to get out of his arms, to throw myself away from his body, but it seemed that all I was able to do was move my lips. "Why is he doing this to me?" I croaked, "How can he do this? How?"

Johnny continued to carry me up the stairs, his touch giving me nothing but pain as he ran up the steps as fast as he could. Throwing me up higher in his arms every second step that he took. I figured he couldn't hear my silent sobbing as the burning became unbearable, but I knew by the twitch of his jaw that he could.

Widening my eyes for a quick second, looking up at his scared face. As soon as he noticed where I was looking, his eyes bore into mine, and the panic in them was obvious. His voice came out as static, as though he was miles away from me, but I could still make out his words, "I know what he wants, I must know. Nobody wants to be alone."

My body fell limp again.

In and out of consciousness got the best of me, taking over my every state.

He made his thoughts my own again. He squinted, his eyes finally opening to get a good look at the ceiling, his eyes scanned the area before he lifted up his head to see the side of the familiar stone walls. The same wall coating that was found around the pack house from the original build.

Taking short movements, he pulled his heavy body up, and looked behind his head to find out that his sights had quickly landed on the same symbol that I found in the morgue. The feeling of recognition was known, evident for the both of us.

He leaned over the edge of the bed, swinging his legs over the side. A noise built up in his throat, coming out as a mix of an unsatisfied growl and a hum.

My eyes hesitantly opened, long and dark eyelashes fluttered against the very top of my cheeks. Scared to close my eyes again to just fall right back into one of his sick visions, for him to continue to play me like a violin.

But the burning sensation never appeared. Still laying flat on my back I searched the room in seconds, scanning the whole area. It was the same brick walls surrounding me, and as I tilted my head back towards the ceiling and followed the wall until I could clearly make out the symbol that seemed to follow me around once again.

The right side of the bed was empty, but the blanket was casually pulled down to reveal noticeably used sheets in the form of white crinkles. I slowly slipped my hand over to that side, patting the fabric down to feel just a bit of warmness left.

"Oh, sugar," I muttered under my breath, squeezing my eyes shut as I swallowed down the realization that my night of sleeping was not spent alone. Before I could speak another word my eyes snapped open to look down at my chest to see a very loose bundle of clothing hanging off my body, the obvious once white fabric had now turned a beige colour as it aged, presumably, through the years.

My breathing came out labored, as though everything was falling down all at once and the fear kept growing. The bubble of panic had quickly filled up my chest as it continued to build itself up like a wall of bricks, one that was going to be hard to knock down. A lump had formed in my throat as I looked up to the ceiling and squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to stop any tears that were threatening to spill. Where's chocolate when you need it? Was my first, dramatic, child-like thought.

My legs weren't tied down to the bed, surprisingly, so I slid them off of the side, careful not to trip over the long pieces of fabric that cascaded to the floor as I stood up. Grabbing at the white clothing I pulled it right up against my chest that was thankfully covered. My need for junk food was still there, but the need to know why I wasn't still wearing Johnny's clothes was stronger.

Viviana's duh voice rang in my head, 'that should be an obvious answer'.

I ignored her voice that came from the back of my mind, figured it wasn't the best time to have an inner argument with my best friend who was not really there. My legs felt heavy, my chest heaving up and down as my knees started to turn weaker, shaking as I stood up taller. Spinning around, my eyes landed straight at the window to the left of me.

You're not crazy, I told myself and shook my head, you're not.

A new voice entered the room as I heard someone new, yet so familiar. The rich, deep voice came flooding into my ears like a pool of chocolate melting over anything that goes good with it at those fancy weddings, so smooth and heavenly.

Heavy footsteps followed, like boots planting down harshly against the hardwood floor as though he was stomping angrily. However, do I really want to find out if he's angry or not?

My legs stayed planted in place as my weak knees wiggled awkwardly.

Eavesdropping is rude, I've been told, but what else can you do when a giant, wolf-man mixed with a little bit of god is coming your way? Well, you listen.

"Is he dead?" And that's all I needed to hear.

I'm not crazy, I told myself, but it could be worse, and I've done much worse. It was a good enough answer for me, and on that note I reached for the open window, sticking my head out first to see that I was able to at least crawl around on the roof before I continued to push my body through the opening.

Good thing I'm not afraid of heights.