It had been two months since Quinn graduated and moved up from dish washer to cook. It had been eight months since Alivia found out Christopher was her mate and began to pester her incessantly about coming home and facing him. Quinn was determined to follow through with her plans.

She made a new friend. Her sous-chef Michael was also a werewolf from another pack, training in the city. Their commonality brought them together and as such he allowed her to quickly learn all of the stations in the kitchen. He took her under his wing.

At first, Michael made passes at Quinn but she ignored them and insisted they were only to remain friends as anything further could hurt her mate and her heart was truly with Christopher. Even, if for her, it still meant rejection. Christopher didn't deserve it.

After Quinn explained her situation, he backed off in that aspect and they remained good friends. Michael had not found his mate. She wasn't part of his pack and since he lived among humans most of the time, he hadn't really had to opportunity to find her.

One night after a long shift, Michael invited Quinn for a run in a wooded area on the outskirts of the city. Quinn was excited about the thought of a run, it had been so long since she had been able to shift. She was looking forward to letting her chocolate colored wolf stretch her legs and feel the breeze. So, she agreed to go with Michael.

Quinn climbed into the passenger seat of Michael's car and buckled her seatbelt. Michael fiddled with the radio a bit, settling on some talk show before driving off. Quinn watched the city lights fade from the car window. They were getting farther and farther away from the heart of the humming metropolis. She turned away only to make small talk with Michael.

After about 30mins or so Michael pulled into the parking area of a trailhead. "We're here," he whispered, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car.

Quinn did the same, shutting the door behind her and looking around. "It's nice out here," she said, taking in the smell of the trees. As much as she loved the city, she missed the wilderness. The Forest called to her. It was normal for wolves to be drawn to it; it was in their very nature.

"Follow me," said Michael, grabbing Quinn by the hand and leading her down the trail a bit before pulling her into the trees.

"Where are we going," asked Quinn, a bit apprehensive.

"Relax, we are just heading to this makeshift changing hut a bit off the trail. Some of the park rangers are wolves from this territory, they keep people away from it since they know this is a popular spot for visiting wolves to shift."

"Oh," said Quinn, still a bit unsure of the situation. But before she knew it they were at the hut. Michael went in first and undressed, shifting as he walked out of the hut. Michael was an average sized grey wolf with a white neck and underbelly. Then, Quinn walked in and did the same, setting free her chocolate colored wolf.

Micheal cocked his head at her playfully, looked to his left and bolted. Quinn, playfully chased after him. They ducked and bobbed through the trees playfully nipping at each other and rolling around the on the ground. After their run, they stopped at a ledge overlooking a river. They sat there for a moment, taking in the moon and the stars. The sound of the running water below soothed Quinn's wolf almost lulling her to sleep. What a beautiful sight!

Michael's wolf nudged Quinn's, signaling that it was time to head back. It was getting late and Michael had to open the kitchen in the morning. Quinn's wolf nodded and got up following Michael back through the trees and towards the changing hut.

When they reached the hut, Quinn went in first, shifting as soon as the door closed behind her. As she looked for her clothes, she felt a cold chill from the door being opened. She quickly turned around to a naked Michael in the doorway.

Quinn took a step back as Michael took two steps in. Her heart was beating a hundred miles a minute. "Michael.. what are you doing? Get out of here," said Quinn with a shaky voice. She was horrified of what he could be thinking.

Michael had her pinned against the wall now. "I thought this was what you wanted," whispered Michael into her ear. He grabbed a lock of her curly hair with his fingers and smelled her soft brown hair. "You smell amazing."

Quinn starred into his now black eyes, tears starting to fall from her own eyes. She began pushing against his chest, hitting him, anything to get him off of her. He tightly grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back, holding them with in them in one of his hands making sure to squeeze until she whimpered in pain. "This will feel a lot better if you just quit fighting," he said with a laugh. "Give in, sweetheart."

The tears were freely flowing now. "I know you want this. You've been leading me on all night. I can smell it on you," Michael said taking another whiff of her hair. He used his free hand and began to caress Quinn's chest. She moved and fought with all she had in her but he was too strong. There was nothing she could do the get him off. Her legs were shaking beneath her. This wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want him.

With one hand on her breast, he began to kiss her neck and make his way down to her chest. She turned her head and squeezed her eyes shut wishing he would just go away. He grabbed a random shirt from the hut and tightly tied her hands together.

Quinn began to beg and plead him to stop. With his hands now free, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into him. "You know I've always liked thicker women," he said with a smirk, licking his lips as he pushed himself against her. "They don't say no."

"Please, Michael. Just stop. I won't tell anyone. Just don't do this.. please just let me go." Quinn began to cry uncontrollably.

"This will all be over soon. Enjoy it baby, you'll love it more than you think." He turned her around and pushed her against the wall. With one hand, he held her hands on her back and with the other he pulled her head back by her hair. Quinn let out a scream as he let himself inside of her.

She sobbed until she couldn't anymore. The light had left her eyes. All she could do was stare blankly at the walls of her prison as he had his way with her.

When he was finished he untied her, kissed her on the cheek whispering a "thank you for the great time," before walking out and leaving her.

Quinn just laid on the floor crying and bloodied holding her knees to her chest until she fell asleep.