I watched as Osiris turned away from us finding the innocent but yet intimate act rather boring. Though I blamed his continued pursuit being due to boredom the stiff muscles in his back and the tightly clench jaw made my wonder if something else had come up.

My mind was left to wonder much on the topic as Desmond planted the knuckle of his index finger under my chin guiding my attention up to him. He looked unease and stressed from the firm lines in his forehead.

He was nervous, timid even. How could my mate, a werewolf, be timid by me? I was a helpless pup comparatively speaking.

"You can't just go out there all alone." He told me reading my face for something. "Can you shift?" He asked though from the tone it was more a statement then anything.

I rolled my lip in my mouth nervously. Was it that obvious?

I shook my head looking behind him at Osiris's still retreating figure. There was an uncontrollable urge to find him, like my body was trying endlessly to lock on to his every move. It was most likely the fear he brought me but he hadn't made any move to harm me, so I wasn't sure why I still felt this way.

"If you can't shift you're a sitting duck. Come with me."

I pulled back, his hand dropped from my face and down to his side. "I don't think that's such a good idea." I muttered. "Are you really my mate or was that all an act pack there?" I couldn't let the opportunity pass by me, though from the secure hold he had on me I would say it was pretty obvious.

Desmond looked over his shoulder for half a second before turning to stare down at me. His brown eyes were fogged over; an obvious sign of a mind link being held.

Shaking his head and offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that, but to answer your question yes, you are. And I'd like you to willingly come with me. Please don't make me carry you kicking and screaming."

Something in my chest tightened like a cramp that couldn't be stretched. I blamed the confirmation of his words to the twinge of shook that made my chest ache.

Going with him wasn't exactly a bad idea but it wasn't necessarily a good one either. I didn't know him, sure he's my mate, but I barely new the man. Then again, my pack was no better if not worse than going with him. At least he didn't hurt me.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." I repeated.

"Okay." Desmond repeated seeming to be unable to tear his eyes from mine.

"Are you going to keep repeating what I'm say or are we gonna go?" I asked with a soft grin.

He shook his head grabbing my hand leading me in the same direction as Osiris.

I felt unsure about going with him still but nonetheless I did still feel safe. I didn't know what to expect. Would his pack be nice and friendly to me and accept me for who I was and what I wasn't? Or would they treat my just the same as my pack? Despise me as a weak link I'm the pack that has nothing to offer but take up space.

My stomach coiled at the thought that I might just be leaving one hateful pack to another. What if they don't except me?

I could always leave, I told myself knowing that it wasn't something I haven't already tried. I could do it, but this time it would be different, I would be leaving my mate behind, it would be selfish of me. Right? He accepted me, something I never thought possible, and I would be hurting him if I just up and left.

Looking at our joined hands I made up my mind. I'd have to try, only then would I know if this was something I wanted to be a part of.

The ride was a silent one which I was grateful for. I wasn't up for much conversation, though I was surprised Desmond didn't bombard me with endless questions. I blamed it on Osiris's quite large form in the passenger seat for the lack of conversation.

I wouldn't have risen in the same car as him if I had known he was already sitting inside, but when Desmond insisted I get in I didn't fight him. Desmond drove tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel as he listened to music seemingly relaxed.

As I glanced between him and Osiris I realized Desmond seemed to be the only one relaxed in the car. Osiris rubbed his thumb against the side of his index finger in a motion that gave me the impression he was ill at ease. Feeling eyes on him he cleared his throat fixing himself in his seat, that's when I noticed he could see me staring in the side mirror.

Embarrassed I quickly looked away focusing my eyes out the window. I shouldn't be so interested in him, he looked threatening and feral, like he was on his last nerve.

My stomach churned when I recalled what Jimmy had referred him as.

The Alpha Slayer.

The name is pretty self explanatory and the more I thought about it the more my stomach grew unsettled. He hadn't gotten that name by knitting sweaters and taking care of the elderly. From the looks of him I wouldn't doubt he'd killed a man if not a few. I gulped at the fact I was sitting just feet from a murder.

"Seraphina," My name was called and I jumped at the sudden deep voice. The murders eyes were honed in on my ever detail and movement, the state was unnerving.

My pulse quickened, my neck began to sweat, my mouth dried up like a desert and I sunk deeper into the backseat. My action only seemed to upset him as he scowled at how unsettled I was.

Damn it, get me out of this car!

Osiris looked over to Desmond, his eyes fogging over for a moment before Desmond let out a chuckle and Osiris looked back at me. He looked annoyed now when he looked at me.

"We are approaching my pack boarders. When we get there Desmond will show you to where you'll be staying. Don't look at anyone, don't talk to anyone, my pack will have questions and I want to keep them to a minimum." He turned around not interest in seeing if I agreed to his demand. He probably never had someone object to him and it wasn't like I was going to object.

Desmond turned off a road and onto a dirt road. A couple minutes passed by in more unsettling silence before a log cabin came into view, and then another one and another until I counted six before a much larger one caught my attention.

It wasn't much larger then the rest but it was two floors instead of one like the first few I saw.

There were a few people walking around, most carried cloth draw string bags as the car drove by them. Some of them looked at the car we were in and I was more glad than ever that the windows were darkly tinted.

The car jerked into park. Osiris wasted no time getting out of the car slamming the door shut and walking briskly into the two story cabin.

Desmond turned around in the drivers seat to look at me with a look of exasperation. "Ignore him, he sucks at small talk."

I looked at the closed cabin door then make to Desmond. "That was small talk?"

"No, those were orders. I'm just forewarning you he sucks at small talk, when he does talk."

He hopped out of the car closing his door before opening mine for me. He held out his hand for me to take, I hesitated at first before he offered me a warm smile that soothed my nerves. Taking his hand I hopped out and let him guide me inside the cabin.

There was no sight of Osiris when we entered and I was relieved to see that there also was no one inside. The absence of people allowed me to relax enough to look around.

There was a wooden staircase right in front of us when we entered, a table opposite of it stood snug against the wall with a single dusty looking lamp on top. There was a large door way next to it and as I stepped further inside I noticed a tan leather sofa. It was a living room from the looks of it. Across from the sofa was an unlit fireplace and on both sides of it were selves built into the walls.

There were books upon books upon books on every shelf. They must have been for show because I couldn't imagine these two reading them, but then again I wouldn't see the reason for them to have all of them. Someone had to have read them at some point I thought.

My attention was brought back up to Desmond when he grabbed my hand. His touch was gentle, it was an odd thing seeing as his hands were massive compared to my own. The gentleness felt out of place, those hands looked like they could break bone from a single flex.

They could break my hand in a single squeeze.

No, no, he wouldn't do that. I was his mate. Mate's don't harm mate's, I reminded myself. It was physically impossible. He'd walk away before laying a hand on me.

He smiled down at me and every thought I had of him harming me flew out the window. I couldn't lie to myself he was charming with his brown eyes, tall height, skin kissed skin, and broad muscular chest. His black suit hid most of it but I could still make out the muscles in his arms perfectly.

"Come on, let me show you to your room." He said leading me up the stairs. There was shadow by one of the doors down the hall as we started up the stairs. It was so brief I thought it was the trick of the eyes but the shuffle of papers confirmed my thoughts.

Distracted, I didn't noticed Desmond stopping and accidentally bumped into his husky back with an "ohf".

"Sorry." I apologized stepping back quickly when he turned to look down at me. He was going to be mad, he was going to yell at me for being clumsy. Now he would reject me. I'd given him an out now.

"It's okay, relax." He chuckled opening the door to a room. "This is your room."

I couldn't help but furrow my eyebrows together, didn't mates stay in the same room and sleep in the same bed?

Noticing my bewilderment Desmond looked nervous rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought until you get acclimated around here that you'd want to have room to yourself. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

I couldn't help the tiny grin that tugged at the corner of my lips. He didn't want to make me uncomfortable? He wanted me to get use to everything? This couldn't be real, this had to be a dream.

"Thank you." I smiled making my way inside.

The room was dark. Desmond clicked the switch just inside the room and the room came to life. The room was smaller than I expected but it was cozy and gave me a sense of security. There was a single window straight ahead that over looked the other cabins. A small full size bed was snug against the corner of the room, next to it stood a bedside table with an old alarm clock and a single lamp. There was a door half the size of a regular door opposite of the bed, which I presumed was the closet.

"Will this be okay for you?" Desmond piped up. I nodded my head slowly turning around to face him. "Good. The bathroom is across the hall, no one else uses that bathroom so it'll basically be yours."

"Okay." I replied after a long, rather awkward, pause.

"Okay, then." He clapped his hands together. "I'll leave you to unpack and settle in. Breakfast is downstairs at seven everyday. If you need anything my room is the second to last one down the hall." He closed the door leaving me in the silence of my room.

I walked over to my bed setting my backpack on it and stretching my arms up above my head. My back was tight from the hours of sitting in the car. Sitting on the bed I suddenly felt exhausted. The trip was hours here and from the why the sun had dipped below the horizon I knew it was nearly nightfall.

I tossed my backpack to the floor dusting off the blanket and climbing under the covers. The deep purple blanket was thicker than I thought it'd be.

I unclipped my bra dropping next to my bag before slipping out of my pants. I twisted the knob on the lamp turning it off and pulled the blanket up to my neck.

The moon was just barely peeking through the clouds, casting a small glow through the tiny window.

I sighed thinking over all of the events of today. Nothing went as planned or even close to what imagined it would go, but I wasn't sad. It wasn't necessarily a good day per say but I wouldn't call it a bad day by any means.

Closing my eyes I caught a glimpse of a shadow under the crack of the door, my heart sped up. It shocked me at first but it didn't linger for long as whoever it was moved along leaving me to finally relax enough to sleep.