The trees start becoming sparse and soon we pull into a spiral driveway with many cars parked to the side. I look at the huge, grey building as we approach it. The closer we get, the bigger it becomes. Mason pulls into a spot close to the pack house, and as he puts the car in park he leans over the center console and pushes my door open. He stares at me as he does this and I can feel the warmth of his body against mine. Pulling away, he opens his door without breaking eye contact and gets out.

I take in a deep breath as Mason walks around the car to the passenger side and swiftly holds his hand out for me. I stare at him before hesitantly putting my hand in his and as I do, a spark flows down my spine. I can easily get myself out of the car by myself but I just wanted to accept the gesture. He pulls me out of the car, shutting the door behind me and I almost fall into him but catch myself. We stand looking at each other and I move away when I hear the front door of the house open. Snatching my hand away from his, the sound of chatter and laughter get closer as a group of people walk down the driveway in our direction. "Hey Mason." A guy says as they walk past us. He greets him, and I see about 8 people get in three separate cars before driving away. I look around the house and look at all of the scenery, also trying to see if I can spot my pack house from here.

"So this is your pack house." I announce as a rhetorical statement. The building is bigger than my pack house, and it has many windows all over it.

"Yeah, its big isn't it?" He questions and I just nod in response. "Come on, lets go inside." He says, waiting for me to walk with him. I start moving my feet and we start heading in the direction of the porch. I feel his arm snake around my waist and my body is pressed firm against his as we walk. A feeling erupts through my body, making butterflies travel through my stomach. I try to move away but his arm isn't budging. I give up trying to get out of his grasp and I feel my nerves skyrocket as we walk through his front door and I see people. I see confused and strange looks from the guys, and disapproving glares from the girls. Swallowing the huge lump in my throat, I look down at my feet as we walk down the hallways. His grip loosens and I manage to step away from him. We make it to the end of the hall and a double-doored room stands in front of me. Mason unlocks the doors, and opens both before walking inside.

I hesitantly walk in the room, looking at everything. There are pictures on his walls, some of what must be him and his family when he was younger, and the others are picture of what must be his parents. I look at the picture of his parents and see how happy they look, but ten my uncle pops into mind. I push the thought of him aside, thinking about how I need to ask Mason about that night. I look back after hearing the doors shut, and Mason is just standing, staring at me. "What is this room?" I question looking at the other decorations and desk.

"My office." He says, walking over to the desk and sitting in one of the set of chairs in front of it. "You can take a seat if you want and get comfortable." He states, motioning to the chair next to him. The chair looks cozy, and after looking at everything I move to sit in it. As my body meets the chair, I notice it is really comfy.

I avoid eye contact, but I notice him cross his legs. "Why am I here, Mason?" I ask, shifting in my chair and turning to face him. He is already staring at me as if he is trying to read me.

"We should talk about everything." He states. I wonder if now would be a good time to ask about what happened to my uncle. As I'm thinking about it, he says something that gives me the perfect opening. "First, is there anything you want to ask me?" His brows are slightly furrowed and raised at the same time. I take in a deep breath trying to figure out how I want to word it.

"Actually, yeah." I sigh, glancing down at the floor by his feet. "Eight years ago, my uncle was slaughtered and I need to know what happened." I state. I look at his face, and see a look of sadness on his face. His face tells me that he knows exactly what I'm talking about. He sighs, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

"That was an awful night and I'm so sorry that you had to feel those emotions. I remember some of that back then, but then when my father was alive, he and my mother told me what happened. Your uncles death was an accident, and I know that doesn't make this better but-" he pauses as if he's trying to figure out how he wants to tell me, then he moves his eyes back up to mine. "But, for the month prior our pack was getting threats. Some of our members were being beheaded, they threatened to do awful things to my mother and many more things were going on. My father had set up members to survey the area and watch for anyone or anything that could be threatening. That night, some guys were patrolling the area and your uncle happened to be at the border, and he stopped to watch them. They didn't know who he was, they thought he was the threat."

I immediately say, shocked, "He could never be the threat."

Mason sighs before saying, "We know. The guys patrolling didn't know that and took matters into their own hands even though they shouldn't have. They weren't taking chances because my mother and pack were threatened. We know that he wasn't the one that was doing that because we found the people less than a month later." I feel my stomach twisting in knots. Knowing what happened to him and why is so hard to hear because we've all thought it was just a ruthless killing. I feel as if I'm going to be sick.

"Can I use your restroom? I just need a minute." I announce standing up from the chair.

Mason nods and points, "Yes. The restroom is right there." I look over to see where he's pointing and see a door i didn't notice when I walked in. I immediately walk over to it and shut the door behind me before sliding down the wall until I'm sitting on the floor. My breathing is rapid and I try my best to calm it. My mind races at the thought of what actually happened that night.

After many minutes of trying to calm my breath, I stand up and lean against the sink staring at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are flushes and I can see faint tear streaks going down my cheeks. After wiping my cheeks and taking deep breaths to calm myself, I try my best to push this information deep in my brain before walking out. Mason is staring at me and I don't look at him as I slouch in the chair.

Now I just want to know why I'm here so I get straight too the point. "What did you want to talk about Mason?" I cross my arms over my chest and stare at the edge of the desk. I can feel the hesitancy from him, as if he doesn't want to say it for some reason. "Say it."

"Are you sure?" He questions, scratching the back of his neck.

I stare at him, raising my eyebrows before announcing, "Say it."

He lets out a deep sigh before saying, "I want you to move in with me by the end of the week." I just stare at his face before a laugh erupts from my throat. This isn't funny at all, but I cant stop myself from laughing. When I'm able to compose myself I see his face has a confused expression on it.

"Mason, I can't move in with you." I state, shaking my head.

He leans back in his chair, rubbing his thumb across his lip. "Allison, we need to move this process forward. Right now, we don't really have time together to see if this will work or not." He states, making me think that that is true. We don't really have time to actually talk to each other and get to know each other outside of the presumptions.

"It's Wednesday today, I won't have enough time to move in by the end of the week, and this is sudden." I admit, starting to twirl my hair. Chewing on my bottom lip, I feel my heart start beating faster as I think about it.

He stands up and moves over to his desk, sitting on the end. "That gives you 3 days, which is plenty of time unless you bring everything you own. I want you to be moved in as soon as possible like Friday or Saturday. I know this might sound like a lot but I feel something with you and I want to explore that more." The idea is tempting. Even though it terrifies me, the thought of leaving home is kind of exciting too but this is so sudden and this is so much more than just me and him.

"I don't know. This whole thing is a lot." I say, covering my hands with my face. This is stressful and I don't know how I feel.

"Look at me." Mason demands, and I take a minute before complying. "Let me ask you this, are you opposed to the idea?" He ask, look at me with raised eyebrows. I stare back at him, still unsure of how I really feel.

Sighing, I look down at my thigh, "It's not that I'm opposed, it's just that this is more than me and you. Like it's about my family too." I admit to him. I care about my family so much that it's hard thinking about disappointing them.

"Do you think that they'll accept this more later as opposed to now?" He question. No. They won't. I don't think they'll ever accept him unless they see how we evolve and they finally meet him. There's been so much shit between our packs that none of us really know the full story. I feel as if I need to go for a walk and clear my head.

"Mason, I'm gonna go get a water or something." I don't let him say anything and just stand up, walking to the door. I open both doors and immediately walk out when I feel something collide with me. I look down and see an adorable little boy who might be about six years old laying on the floor. He has a light hazel color in his hair and I notice his eyes are a pretty grey color.

"Ow! You hurt me!" The little boy yelled. He's rubbing the side of his face with his hand and holding his knee.

"I'm sorry!" I exclaim, bending down next to him to see where he's hurt. "What's your name?"

"Greyson." He sneezes while rubbing his elbow. The right side of his face is a little red, probably from where he collided with my leg.

"Well, hi Greyson." I whisper picking him up and standing him on his feet. "I'm Allie." I'm still crouched down in front of him. There's something about his face that seems so familiar. A big toothy grin replaces his sad face which causes a smile to sneak it's way onto my face.

"Hi Allie! I'm Greyson." He exclaims, wrapping his arms around my neck, being careful about his elbow. I laugh and examine his eyes. I don't know why I can't figure out the resemblance.

"You told me that already, Grey." I say, giving him a warm smile.

"Grey? My names Greyson." He says looking confused. I laugh and stand up still looking at him.

"I know. It's a nickname." I explain, walking beside him as I look at the decorations. Hung pictures cover the walls and I take a minute to look at each and every one of them.

Greyson looks confused but doesn't ask anything. I bet he doesn't really understand what a nickname is. "Are you a friend of my brother?" He asks, looking up at me.

"Who's your brother?" I question as I stop walking. I bend down so I'm eye level with him. He is so adorable, I absolutely love kids.

"There he is!" Greyson exclaims happily, pointing to someone behind me. I turn around and to my surprise, Mason is standing behind me. His eyes move back and forth from Greyson and I.

"Do you know him?" Greyson asks looking up at me with his big grey eyes. I look back and make eye contact with Mason.

"Yeah. I know him." I force a smile.

He looks between us with a big smile and I notice a dimple popping out on his left cheek. I can really see the resemblance between the two of them. Greyson looks a lot like his older brother. They have the same breathtaking eyes, and a dimple on their left cheek always appears when they smile. Someone down the hall calls his name and Greyson runs off, leaving Mason and I. I make eye contact with him before turning on my heels and walking away. I don't really know my way around this place or where the front door is, but I'm determined to find it. I get a few steps away when I feel Masons hands gripping my waist. I'm immediately stopped in my tracks and the grip he has on me is not easy to get out of. I look over my shoulder at him and manage to turn my body around.

His grey eyes have an emotion in them that I can't decipher. Even though I'm facing him, he still has a tight grip around my waist almost as if he doesn't want to let me go. I hate how good it feels for him to be touching me. I almost feel bipolar with the amount of times I either can't get enough of his touch or I don't want him anywhere near me. I think that's just me battling my feelings that I have for him.

I press my lips firmly together and wait for him to say something. I honestly had no clue what he was going to say but I didn't expect this, "How do you plan on getting home?"

I open my mouth to say 'my car' than I remember that I don't have a car and I say, "I can just walk there, my house is practically in your backyard." Honestly walking there would probably take me less than 5 minutes.

"No, I'll take you." He says leaning close to me as if he's going to kiss me. I turn my head which makes his lips touch my cheek. I can tell he was taken aback from that action, but I feel really awkward that we're still standing in the hall where anyone can just walk by. "Allie, I just want you to know that one reason I'm really pushing this is because I don't want to risk anyone touching you." He mumbles and I can hear the sincereness in his voice.

I'm going to let him take me home even though I could easily walk there, I don't want to fight him on this. Today has been so emotionally and mentally draining. "Lets go to your car." I give him a wry smile. He sighs and nods once before grabbing my hand gently and walking me out of the hallways to the front door.

I wouldn't want anyone touching you either, I think to myself.

Once we're by his car, Mason stops me again. "Can we give it a chance? Give me a chance?" He whispers, hope thick in his voice.

"Okay, Mason." I understand. "I'll.... give it a chance. I'll give us a chance." I announce, finally succumbing to what both him and I really want. We're going to try to be together. Even in the darkness, I can see his lips form into a smile before he kisses me deeply.