I can't get this bloodied image of Willa out of my head.

It's haunting me. Sticking to the back of my brain like a bad memory.

Is that what's she's going to look like tomorrow? Will that be the new image stabbing my brain? Only I will be the reason she's bloody.

Clenching my pencil tighter in my hand I pause my drawing for a second.

Closing my eyes the image appears. I need to get it to go away.

So just like when a song is stuck in your head, you sing it. When an image is stuck, I draw it.

I don't get why she has to do the initiation in the first place.

As the Alpha I should just have the say and cancel it. But that would inevitably cause an uproar in the pack. Everybody claiming that it's not fair.

I take a deep breath as I hear the shower shut off making me open my eyes.

My pencil snapped in my hand, I unclench my fist. Lead dribbles off my palm along with the splinters of the pencil. It liters the vivid and morbid sketch making me frown.

I swipe off the pieces into the trash reaching for a new pencil to resume where I left off.

Once my pencil hits the paper the bathroom door opens. Willa pads out of the door dressed in the large fluffed robe.

It used to be mine but she claimed that for herself now. It may be way too large for her but she loves it.

It swallows her small body whole in the material.

Not to mention she looks adorable in it.

She drags her feet to the closet. Her movements groggy and slow, she turns on the light and walks in.

Once she's out of my sight I quickly continue my drawing, it makes me reflexively frown as I sketch it out.

Willa emerges after a few short seconds. She's clothed only in one of my shirts, she doesn't bother wearing shorts under it.

She makes her way back to the bed. Her tanned legs on display as she slowly saunters to me.

Blinking a couple of times I try to take my eyes off of her and back to the drawing. I do until she flops onto the bed beside me.

With her head buried in the pillow she lays upon her stomach.

I feel my breath hitch as the shirt rides up slightly exposing her underwear hidden beneath. Mate with her Greyson! Jax screams in my head as I'm staring at the material sticking out beneath the shirt.

I feel my eyes start turning into their lustful color, as I think of things one shouldn't be thinking of.

I reach out to her instinctively wanting nothing other than to mate with her right now at this very moment. Just to feel her underneath me, to feel her squirm as I place my lips onto the crescent mark on her skin.

But I can't do that. She's not ready, and I need control.

I need control of myself.

So as my hand reaches out for her I take the shirt between my fingers pulling it down to cover her underwear. I then proceed to reach for the blankets bringing them up to cover her up.

A small smile graces my lips as I see her emerald eyes looking up at me as I finish pulling the blankets up to her shoulder blades.

"Thank you," she whispers.

I smile wider at her before turning my attention back to my sketch pad.

Swallowing thickly I calm myself down.

I have to continually blink to set my eyes back to the color they were before. Shaking my head clean of all of the thoughts clouding it.

Once calm, I start to continue the small details of her long hair until I hear movement next to me. I don't pull my attention to her as I'm too concentrated on the sketch pad.

"Why are you drawing that?" She asks innocently resting her head upon my shoulder.

Shivering slightly, I hide the smile creeping up at the corners of my lips. "Because you're beautiful," I state. She then smacks my chest making me chuckle.

"You know what I mean." She whines softly only making me smile wider. "Why are you drawing me with my blood covered shirt standing in the doorway?"

Frowning I pause the quick lines I that was in the process of doing. "I can't get it out of my head," I whisper. The mood drastically changing in a matter of seconds. "I can't get the image of you covered in blood to stop flashing in my mind." Sighing I set my pencil back in the paper. Looking over to her I kiss her forehead softly, watching as she smiles softly in response.

Pushing the sketchbook to the floor I reach over wrapping my arms around her, pulling her on top of me.

I can't get enough of her.

She sighs laying her head upon my chest, as I stroke my fingers through her dark, newly showered hair. "I don't want to do it tomorrow," I finish taking a deep breath out.

Willa nods with her cheek still pressed against me. "If I'm being honest, I don't want to either." I suck in a breath awaiting her to continue. "But we have to do it Greyson." She whispers only making me hold her closer to my body.

"Do you think I can cancel it?" I ask half joking half not.

Willa quickly raises herself up propping her hands against my chest so she can look me in the eyes. "You can't do that." She whispers.

"Why not?" My eyebrows furrow.

"This is tradition Greyson. Tradition. I'm not going to be the reason you stop it."

She looks away from me her hair suddenly slipping off her ear, letting its dampness tickle my face.

Reaching my hand up I secure it back behind her ear, then place my hand on her cheek. I stroke circles onto her cheekbones coaxing her to look back to me.

As she does a hidden fire behind her eyes ignites, "You're going to fight me tomorrow, and I'm going to fight back tomorrow. No going easy on one another. But no hard feelings after. If I land anything on you, I'm sorry in advance, I didn't mean it." She smiles slightly.

I smile widely, slowly pulling her head down to me. She raises a knowing eyebrow as my lips graze hers. Though she skips the teasing and presses down hard on my lips with hers.

I can't get enough, I'm a addicted.

After a few moments she pulls away. She looks through my eyes for a few short seconds before, laying upon my chest once again. My fingers stroke through her hair until I'm almost certain she's sleeping.

I intently listen to her breathing, and heart rate. It's relaxing to me.

Yawning I rub my head deeper into my pillow trying to take away some of the sleepiness. But as I do I realize my pillow is very, very hard.

I smile fluttering my eyes open, looking up to my pillows face. He's still sound asleep as his head tilts with rest.

This especially makes his jaw line pop out, making it look as sharp as a knife.

Smiling I poke his shoulder a few times until he stirs with the movement. He groans tiredly when he opens his eyes looking to me.

Quickly I lean forward pecking my lips on his, "Morning," I chirp quietly before pecking his lips and rolling off of him to lay on the bed.

"Good morning," me mumbles stretching his body only to fling his arm over me pulling me closer to him. "I never said you could move away from me," he joked burying his head in my neck.

I smile closing my eyes for a short second, playing with the fingers locked around my waist.

We lay on our sides as his front presses against my back. He takes an intake of air smelling me, how predictable.

"Let's stay here all day," he mumbles against my skin making goosebumps rise.

But only if today we could. Today is the one day I wish to stay in bed all day.

"I wish," I whisper closing my eyes.

I keep telling myself this is what has to happen, this is what I have to do. It's a tradition after all. "Shh, not now." He grumbles throwing his leg over my legs tangling them all together. I smile shaking my head slightly.

We sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, it was peaceful, relaxing. Just hearing each other breathing, as we took in one another's scent.

It was bliss only until a loud knock is heard at the door.

Greyson growls lowly while pulling me closer to his body. Neither of us answer the door, we're too wrapped in each other together to care.

But then the door swings open revealing Koda with his eyes covered, "Is everyone decent?" He asks. I snicker as Greyson just growls again.

"Yes Koda," I chuckle.

Immediately he drops his palms peeking through his eyes. He sighs a breath of relief as he leans against the doorframe.

He glances between Greyson and I before his eyes just land on me. His face drops slightly though he covers it up quickly. "Pack members are starting to show up. It's almost time."

Pack members? They're coming?

"We'll be down in a little," Greyson says. Koda gives him a firm nod before he closes the door behind him.

As soon as I hear the door click behind him I open my mouth to ask Greyson about the pack but he beats me to it. "I can explain, don't be mad." He rushes out.

I laugh quietly rubbing my hands against his. "I'm not mad," I tell him. "I think it'll be great meeting some people from the pack." I admit.

"About that..." My eyes glance behind me slightly nervous. "If it was a different initiation it would just be a few member of the pack. But since you're the Luna that everyone thought was a human-" he pauses. "Most of the pack will be most likely be watching."

"And how many people are in the pack?" Wolf packs are usually small. Well that i know of from the nature documentaries I've seen.

"Roughly around 300..." he trails and I gulp heavily.

I blink a few times trying to register 300 people coming to watch. "Wow, o-okay."

Suddenly Greyson grabs my shoulder pulling it back so I'm laying in my back so he could see me. "It's just you and me little one. No one else matters during the initiation. Don't pay attention to them. Only me okay?" He says seriously making me nod my head.

Just you and me.

He pecks my lips gently, before pulling away and getting off the bed. "We need to start getting ready," he smiles slightly. Though it's not one that reaches his eyes, I hate those fake smiles.

I follow his lead heading to the closet. Once I pick out my clothes I peer over my shoulder to Greyson as I slip on my shirt. His back as facing towards me. His muscles flex as he pulls on a plain white tee. I can't tell if my mouth is watering yet, but it probably is.

"I can feel your eyes on me little one," Greyson teases. I can already hear the smirk in his voice.

Scoffing I turn around pulling up my leggings. As I get halfway up my legs I feel a certain someone's eyes on me this time. "Who's staring now?" I smirk pulling them up the rest of the way before turning around to face him. He puts no shame in his actions and stares right back at me. He licks his lips slightly and I feel my eyes darken slightly, but I turn around before he has time to notice.

Damn werewolf eyes.

I mess with the hem of my shirt, trying to return my eyes back to their regular green color.

Cold hands land on my waist. Their temperature seeping through the thin material of my tank.

One hand grabs my hair pushing it to one side. Slowly it tickles my neck as Greyson's cold hand skims across my skin gently.

"Let's stay here," Grey whispers kissing my neck. I shake my head, about to protest. "Don't day anything because I already know what it'll be."

I hum closing my eyes as he continues to press soft kisses upon my skin.

Once I feel myself slipping from control my eyes clench in protest. "Greyson," I squeak. "We need to keep getting ready." My voice comes out weak. He knows just what will make me jelly in his hands.

"I just don't want you to hate me after." He whispers completely out of the blue. My eyes opening quickly to step away from him. Once i turn to him my head cocks in confusion.

"Hate?" I ask as he angles his head downward to keep his eyes away from mine. "Never." Confidently the word falls from my mouth. Without a doubt it would be impossible to hate him.

He peers up at me and the control I mustered a minute ago vanishes.

Reaching out, I grab his face ushering it to my own. I kiss him with everything I got. He's hesitant when I'm putting full effort. It discourages me which causes me to pull away.

My lips leave his in a rush of uncertainty. Though before I can get even a breath out my own face is being caught, brought right back to where it was.

The kiss before completely erased from my mind. This time Greyson relays the emotion I put in the one previous. Hugging him close to me as my arms wrap around his waist.

His own gripping my jaw making sure I don't leave him.

Trust me I wasn't planning on it.

I don't want it to end. I don't want to stop this perfect bubble we've created in just a few short seconds. It's perfect. It's impenetrable.

Once we pull away needing a breath, we both smile widely at each other as we pant. Our eyes dark with lust, I search his as he searches mine.

He suddenly reaches to me pulling down my shirt that hitched all the way up to my bra. This from his constant need to be touching my skin.

Not that I'm complaining.

He pecks my lips one more time, showing me his cute dimples on the sides of his cheeks.

That's it, I'm obsessed. How couldn't you be?

We leave the closet walking into the bathroom where I finish getting ready. One I'm done with my hair I turn to Greyson who's watching me in the mirror. He smiles weakly, "You ready?"

I smile slightly,"Ready."

As we walk to the "Coliseum" as Koda calls it, we go silently. Our hands are clasped together. too occupied by our thoughts to really talk to one another.

But once we come across the place where the initiation will be, my mouth gapes as I look towards it.

A giant hole is dug into the ground. Bleachers, align the sides and at the bottom of the hole is a huge sparing circle. Fences barricade the chalked cylinder, as I see kids press their face against it to get a good view.

It basically resembles a baseball field, but instead of baseball players playing ball. There will be werewolves fighting each other.

"So what is exactly held here?" I ask curious.

A smile creeps onto his face, "Many things actually. Initiations, entertaining fights, controlled fights-"

"Controlled fights?"

Greyson chuckles. "It's against the rules to fight with another wolf. But if they bring their reason to either Koda or I and it's a good enough reason to fight. Well, we send them here. Winner gets what they asked for, whether it's land on territory. Money one owns to another. Stupid things like that are great entertainment for the pack." He laughs as we start to close in on the entrance. "Oh, this one time two guys were fighting over a she-wolf and at the end of the fight she actually found her mate. Which news flash, was neither of the guys fighting. That was something else." He smiles widely.

I gape at him, smiling. "You're terrible! Those two guys must have been so embarrassed!" I say smacking his arm slightly.

"I've never seen anyone's faces so red." He chuckles.

I smile at his so called entertainment choices before his steps start to slow causing me to look forward.

We're here.

We stop at the top as Greyson hears my sudden intake of breath. He turns towards me, and I see the weariness in his eyes as well.

I smile slightly, trying to put confidence in him even if there's none in me.

He leans in softly placing his lips upon mine, filling them with such warmth. Such fulfillment.

I clench his shirt in my hands never wanting to let go. Not wanting to go down those steps to the middle of the crowd.

Slowly his lips fill the confidence that was lacking inside causing me to smile into our kiss.

Interrupting, loud claps whistles erupt all around us.

I pull back immediately, forgetting that 300 people are surrounding us.

I feel rose start stretching onto my cheeks. They begin to burn under the watchful eyes of many people.

"Blush much?" Grey links giving me a sly smirk.

Scoffing I roll my eyes, "Shut up." Is all I can conjure up at the moment as I look around to the people.

But to my surprise Greyson grips the nape of my neck pulling my head towards his. He crashes our lips together once again, "For good luck." He tells me as he slowly moves his lips against mine.

I want to pull away because of the eyes watching, though I don't stop him. How could I?

Cat calls erupt and even louder cheers come from our audience. I smile against his lips thinking that this is ridiculous.

But I totally needed the luck I guess.

I'm the one who pulls away first and when I do Greyson's eyes are still closed, smiling. "God...I'm so whipped," he tells me making me smile wider. "Now go down there to Sebastian before I start making out with you in front of the pack." He growls before he peers at me through his darkened blue eyes.

I laugh slightly, giving Grey one last longing look before I make my way down the staircase.

Alone.

I feel my breath starting to become rigged as I'm the center of attention since Grey isn't to his staircase yet.

There's no cheers, just whispers.

I try and listen into some of the words they speak. Most are good. But then I hear some bad ones.

"That's our Luna?"

"She's so tiny."

"This'll be a short initiation."

I try to shake off them off. Though Amara growls in my head.

But like Greyson said, it's just him and i down here. Not anyone else. Just him and I.

As I reach the bottom of the staircase I see Sebastian smiling up to me. "Hey Piglet."

We walk side by side as he leads me to the entrance of the sparing circle. "Hi Seb," I speak quietly.

That's until I hear the crowd go completely silent.

I could hear my own shaky breath release from my body.

Then one by one people stand. They put their fist over their heart looking at one particular spot in the Coliseum. I follow their eyes and they land on Greyson.

I feel myself being pulled by his elegance as he walks down those steps.

He has such confidence, such control over everyone in the stands.

Looking up to his face I see he's wearing his tough and brooding Alpha face, though I see right through his facade.

Looking to his eyes, I see he's already looking at me. My wide eyes soften slightly from their position.

I keep his stare until I feel my arm twitching slightly. But I can't take my eyes off of Greyson to look at it. I can only stare at him, my mate, my Alpha.

Slowly I feel my arm moving without my consent, without me controlling it. It moves up, until I feel the force of my fist land upon my chest. My fist landing across my heart.

Sure I don't know what this means, but I couldn't resist not doing it. Like an urge just made my body go on autopilot.

It means you have trust in your Alpha and your give him your loyalty.

I smile slightly as Amara informs me.

The reaction I got from Greyson was priceless.

For a split second his eyes go wide as my fist pounded onto my chest. He stopped from his decent down the staircase, with his mouth open slightly with awe.