I step out of the bath and grab a towel. I carefully wrap it around me, wincing as movement hurts my sore body. God, this sucks. I walk back into the bedroom and see the outfit laid out for me. Short shorts and a crop top? What on Earth? They know Im bruised right?

I sigh and go to Masons closet. I throw on some basketball shorts of his and a sweatshirt. I walk out of the room feeling much more comfortable in my own skin. I walk around the house and see a bunch of adults rushing around. I try my best to stay out of their way but tap one on the shoulder. He turns and looks at me.

"Hi. Where's Alpha Ralphs office?" I write politely and he looks annoyed.

"Down the hall to the left. Duh. Anyway, shouldnt you be at school?" He grumbles and walks away again. Seems like someone peed in his cereal this morning. Jeez. I walk down the hall and take a left like he said... To find thirty different doors. I run my hands over my face.

"He couldnt tell me which frickin door it was!? UGH!" I complain in my head and start to check rooms. The first door reveals an empty room that smells of sweat and tetosterone mixed with hormones that are off the charts and cologne. A teenage boys room. I close the door and walk to the next one to find a bunch of towels and sheets. I close that and walk to the next door and see two people getting it on. Ewwwww.... I close the door quietly but quickly and try to get that burned image out of my head. Gross gross gross gross!!

'Uggghhhh where is this stupid door!' Lisa groans as I open another door... To find a white room filled with art and paint. Cute. But not what I'm looking for. I decide to go into the middle of the hall and spin in a circle and choose a random door. I open it. Its another bedroom, but has a boy with peircings and a leather jacket listening to Breaking Benjamin and sitting on his bed. He looks up at me as I stand there in shock. He was crying but quickly wipes away his tears and his face turns hard and cool, like stone.

"Any special reason your in my room miss?" He asks coldly and I lift my whiteboard to write. He stands and walks over to me. He lowers the whiteboard and takes an up close look at my throat. His hands are suprisingly gentle as he moves my head around to examine my neck. I move his hands and him away in one swift motion while taking a step back. He goes from worried to angry in one swift motion and slams the door in my face.

Weirdest. Confrontation. Ever. I think to myself as the alpha steps out of a room down the hall. Something about his little half smile tells me he just saw the entire thing.

"Ah, Dove, cmon in." He greets politely as I walk over and into his office. I sit in a horribly colored dark green chair that is suprisingly very comfy. I grab my board and uncap my marker.

"So, how is your throat?"

"Hurts, but good. Its kind of a dull pain now."

"Thats good. Now, I assume your temporary accomodations are suitable?"

'Yes very much so, though the wake up call sucked." He laughs.

"Well I'll tell Sym to go even more overboard." I shake my head frantically and he laughs.

"Well, now for the hard stuff. Whats the story?" He asks, his face growing serious.

"Well... For some reason every body hated me. Then beat up on me. One day I decided to fight back... Aaannnd my brother slashed my throat at my mates (The Alpha) orders. Then I ran... And you know the rest." I write and he nods.

"Well, thank you Dove. Thats all. You can go sleep now." He dismisses and I leave. Im not that tired so I just wander around. I wander into a kitchen where some people are making cookie dough. One of the older ladies smiles at me.

"Hi dear. Would you like to help?" She asks and I nod hesitantly. She waves me over and has me start mixing the dough. As we work shes telling me stories of when she was my age.

"So.. You're either very very quiet or and extremely intense listener." She laughs and winks at me. I shrug and start putting the cookie batter onto the tray.

"Taking that as quiet then." She says and I shrug again. We put the cookies in the oven and I wave goodbye. I wander around before I end up back in Masons room. I flop onto his bed and crawl under the covers. I end up watching Dance Academy and passing out. I wake up to quiet humming and open my eyes. Masons standing there shirtless by his dresser on the opposite side of the room, humming to himself as he goes to undo his belt. My eyes go wide as I realize I just woke up to find him changing and can't do anything.

I panic as I try to find something to warn him Im awake. On instict I start snapping my fingers. He turns to look at me and looks surprised. He quickly redoes his belt and throws on a shirt, his face turning red, as mine is probably already a tomato.

"Sorry about that Dove." He says sheepishly and I shrug. He grabs his pajamas and then walks out to get changed somewhere else. I throw the sheet over my head as my wolf carefully critiques my image of a shirtless Mason.

'Hmm.. Fit, tannish so he probably has it off a lot-' She starts, but I cut her off.

Dude! Gross! I thought you liked Blake! I scold her. She rolls her figurative eyes.

'Yeah well we can still have fun here till we forgive him.'

Who said were gonna forgive him?

'Exactly. Perfect reason to be with Mason.'

No, Lisa! I yell at her but then she fills my head with pictures of Mason shirtless.

God youre worse than the internet! I yell again and put a pillow over my face to try and block out the images. Soon enough I fall back asleep with the picture of Mason climbing out of a pool etched in my mind.