"Greyson, Greyson stop!" I yell pushing him back and away from Isaac. His eyes are gold, and threatening as he stares down to me.

This isn't how I expected things to go whenever he got home.

I was thinking more along the lines of hugging, kissing, smiles. Not yelling, pushing, and lividness.

"I'm giving you one last time Willa," he grinds between his teeth. His neck rolling, as he pushes the anger around his body.

I keep my hands on his chest feeling the mate bond radiating through my fingertips. The feeling makes my knees weaken after being deprived for so long. Though this isn't the time to go all gushy. Greyson could kill Isaac at any moment if he wanted.

Glancing behind me Isaac has wide eyes as they flicker between Grey and I.

If only Grey came home a little later, I could've explained better.

"Let's go upstairs, nothing will be solved if your blood thirsty, and mad. I'll deal with Isaac-"

"Isaac?" He challenges, while a growl emits from deep in his chest.

Tucking my lip between my teeth, I narrow my eyes, "He has a name?" I bite back with just as much attitude that he used.

"I'm going to kill him," he growls walking forward. With as much strength as I can gather, I stop his steps pushing everything I have into him.

"Greyson, I brought him here, I know he won't do anything." Just as I say that, he stops pushing equal weight against me.

He actually takes a step backwards.

I close my eyes momentarily, knowing that I should've worded that differently.

I screwed up.

I told him that I brought him here, that its all my fault. Which he didn't know before.

"Sebastian, make sure it doesn't go anywhere." I look up to Greyson as he says so, watching his eyes fade back to blue.

Only that makes bite my lip nervously. He's fully himself now, which means that he's mad enough to not use Jax. Which also means, good riddance Willa.

Quickly he reaches forward grabbing my wrist, without any sort of warning. I get yanked as he starts walking out of the kitchen.

My feet drag as his strides are large, my legs not able to keep up with his.

My hand flexes and clenches as the hold around my wrist tightens with each step.

That's only until he turns to walk up the stairs. My eyes widen as I run the stairs behind his pace. Only to fall once my legs get inevitably tripped up.

Without turning around, he sighs, pulling my arm up to help me stand. I grind my teeth feeling my own anger starts to rumble inside of me.

Once I'm to my feet he picks up his pace, again.

As soon as he reaches the bedroom's doorway, he flings my body in.

I stumble with the force he used, though I steady myself before I can fall.

My body starts to heat up, as I blink away my golden eyes. Amara scratching at the back of my mind.

The door slams, and that's when I lose it.

"Enough with this bullshit Greyson!" I scream turning around.

I can't help the gold in my eyes to surface again. Though I'm still shocked to find Greyson's livid blue eyes, not gold.

He's absolutely livid.

He laughs sardonically. "My bullshit Willa? You're joking, right?"

My eyes narrow at him, as I clench my fists.

"You, you by yourself brought a fucking rogue into the territory. You know how idiotic that is, right?"

"Stop questioning me like I'm toddler! I know what I did, I know that it was an impulsive. But I also know how harmless Isaac is!" I take a step forward, and he mirrors me.

"You've known him for less then a week! How could you know this?"

"Because, I trust him!" I spit out angrily. Congratulations Willa, you fucked up again.

"Trust him? You trust him?" He growls, lowly. His nails sharpening, and growing as the second passes.

"Yeah, I do," I take another step towards him. "What? Is it hard to swallow the fact that I trust someone like him?" Taking the last few steps, I'm right in front of him.

His breathing is fast, deep, threatening, as he stares down to me.

My body is on fire, my mouth doesn't know how to shut up when the time is right.

I poke the center of his chest, rolling my neck up to look at him. "That I trust someone, other than you for once?" I speak lowly, frowning.

My hand drops from his chest, and I turn to walk away. I can't do this anymore.

Though once I move to do so, my wrist is caught again. He spins me back around, only instead of calming to his touch. I detonate, my anger becoming overwhelming for me to handle. I feel like I'm about to explode and say things I shouldn't be saying. But before I can get my words out, his lips take control of mine. I shiver involuntarily at the feeling. But I quickly push him back.

My eyes slowly open as I see him staring back at me. I didn't even notice how my hands were clenched around his tshirt. Almost like I didn't want to push him back in the first place.

But I'm mad at him, no you're not. Yes, yes I am.

I feel my breathing stop, as he slowly traces his fingers on the top of my arm. Goosebumps erupt

across my skin.

You're mad at him Willa, mad. He's mad at you too. You shouldn't fall to putty.

With the wrist that he has ahold of, he brings it upwards. But I don't resist, I just watch him curiously.

That's until his eyes flicker to me, as he kisses the back of my knuckles. I try not to let him see that it got a reaction out of me. When in reality, my insides are flipping, becoming all warm.

He smirks once my breath hitches.

I can't take it anymore, I'm such a sucker.

Taking my hand out of his grasp, I grab his shirt once again and yank him towards me.

Then it's my turn to put my lips on his.

My eyes flutter close, as he quickly puts his hands under my thighs lifting me up.

In an instant, I feel the cold wall press against my back, as a warm body presses against my front.

Feverishly our lips move against each other. Both of us being deprived for so long.

Our anger colliding, and turning into lust and yearn.

Once I get a taste, I can't stop.

I pull away, resting my head against the wall as I lose my breath. That just urges Greyson into continuing on my neck.

Which I'm not against.

My hands burry themselves into his hair, as I clench my eyes closed.

"Fuck," I breathe as he skims his lips across my mark. My body igniting, and on instinct I pull at the ends of his hair.

He growls in reaction, coming back to my face.

Reluctantly my eyes open, to see Grey skimming his own across me.

He grabs the bottom of my shirt, and I help him watching my top fling onto the floor.

I do the same to him, so we both can take in each other. "You're so beautiful," he whispers as his hands trace down my back.

I put my lips to his quickly, feeling my cheeks heating.

In a second, my back slams down into the bed, as he still hovers above me.

Everything moves fervently, everything becomes a blur of euphoric experiences. It almost feels like a dream.

Only then do I wake up in the middle of the night to expect the bed to be empty, convincing myself that everything was a dream.

But when I feel arms wrap around my protectively, and his soft breathing. I know Grey is here, and with me.

With a ghost of a smile on my face, I snuggle deeper into his hold, feeling a shiver run against my exposed back.

Everything is finally back to normal.

Taking a deep breath, I roll back over to hold Willa. But when I pat the bed next to me, feeling nothing but mattress, my eyes fling open.

The covers are slung from the bed, the spot semi-warm, so she just left.

Only then do I hear russling coming from the drawers across the room.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I watch her as she pulls on pants. She's fully dressed, yet it's still pitch black outside. "Willa?" I croak sitting up in bed.

She doesn't turn to look at me, instead she keeps walking towards the door.

Quickly I take the covers off of me, grabbing some pants left on the floor. "Willa," I say again adjusting the waistband on my hips as I follow her out of the door.

Catching up to her, I grab her arm turning her around to face me. Instantly my eyebrows draw together, as my grip loosens around her. She blinks slowly as her eyes radiate their gold, her face completely straight and stoic. Is she sleep walking?

I let go of her taking a step back. Just as soon as my presence is away from her, she continues her steps.

Cautiously I follow, close enough to act If she dangers herself, but far enough to where she doesn't know I'm here.

I close the door to leading to outside quietly behind us, so no one gets the hint that we're out here. There's a reason she's doing this, there has to be. Her eyes wouldn't be glowing for nothing.

Shuffling behind her, she seems like she knows exactly where she's going. But I'm more than positive that she's never been to this part of the territory. Nobody ever comes back this way, there's nothing out here, its just land.

Stepping between trees, I move the branch away from my face to make sure Willa is still close.

Gazing to my right, I see her staring down into water.

Why did she walk here out of all places?

I take a timid step forward as she rocks back and forth, from one foot to another. My head cocking in confusion.

Before I know what's happening, she takes a step into the water, and then another.

My eyes widening, I run towards her. Step after step she gets deeper, to where I have to jump in after her. I blow the water from my mouth as I paddle, and push through the freezing cold water.

Goosebumps prick every possible inch of my body, once I finally reach her, just as her head goes under. "Willa!" I yell shaking her, as I hold her above. My teeth chatter uncomfortably, as I wipe the hair off her forehead.

I back stroke to where I can touch more comfortably, before wading myself out of the water, her draped in my arms.

"Willa, snap out of it!" I shake her again, once I've set her in the grass, a fair distance away from the pond. It takes her a while, but finally her eyes start becoming more aware, rather than glossed over.

"Grey?" She asks, while turning her head to see where we are. It doesn't take her long to shiver at the cold water dripping off our frigid skin. "We're at the pond," She states, almost like its not a surprise that she ended up here.

Hugging her close to me, I take a deep breath out. This isn't normal. Her eyes were gold? She almost drowned, she would have if I hadn't been following her.

I know that we need to go see my mother, and ask her if Luna's ever get like this. Ask her if she thinks it's normal, Luna's can be hard to figure out sometimes.

But right at this moment I don't want to worry Willa. I don't want to put even more stress and worry on her after I blew up on her a couple hours ago.

So instead, I kiss her cheek, holding her trembling body to mine.