To say I was nervous was the understatement of the century.

The palms of my hands were coated with sweat as I waited impatiently on the bench outside the medic cabin. Desmond stood beside me leaning against the door frame. He tapped his fingers against his elbow as he too waited rather restless.

At least I wasn't the only one that had the pent up feeling of premonition.

I tried to distract myself with the various people that strolled by. Many of them were occupied with tasks. Everyone had a role and a duty, some looked like lumberjacks carrying crazy amounts of wood over their shoulders, others had smudged coal and dirt on their arms and faces from the iron work the conducted in some of the furnaces.

Many were busy but that hadn't meant that none of them snuck a peek at me, in fact most of them took greedy glances at me. Some looked intrigued by my appearance while others turned away when I noticed their stare.

I couldn't help but feel out of place. Was I out of place?

"Calm down Sera, nothing bad is going to happen." Desmond chimed in believing my nervous scent to be due solely to the appointment we waited for.

If only that were how simple my emotions were affected.

I didn't correct him instead twirling my thumbs to calm my nerves. I kept my eyes glued to my palms as I sat silently in my own uncertainty.

This was such a bad idea. Why'd agree to this? Oh yea because I didn't want my mate to think that I was going against him. I hated confrontation and if I could avoid it I will in ever instance. How Ivy openly searched for confrontation was beyond me.

"You must be Seraphina." The baritone voice had me craning my neck to looked up at the tall man before me. He was tall and lanky, his skin was pale compared to Desmond's tanned complexion. The man was at least in his forties from the amount of gray and white hair that was in his beard.

I was so concentrated on the man's features that I failed to recognize that he had his hand extended for me to take. Glancing over to Desmond for reassurance I shook the man's hand.

He retracted his hand digging it in his pocket as he pulled out a key. Desmond and I watched patiently as he unlocked the door and held it open for us. I waited for Desmond to enter first following closely behind him.

The cabin was much smaller than the one that I stayed in. It was one story. The moment you entered there were long tables that ran the length of the room from one wall to the other. On top of the tables were more bottles than I cared to count, with substances that I didn't want to even imagine the contents of.

There was a door way to the right that I imagined was either a storage room or a bedroom, as the man scurried to the door I confirmed that it was his bedroom.

"Take a seat I'll be out in a minute." He exclaimed closing the door behind him.

If I thought my mind was racing earlier nothing compared to how it felt now. My eyes landed on the table once more, taking a closer look I realized that there were a handful of syringes on the table. Some looked half empty while other looked completely unused.

I gulped as my eyes found a shining scalpel. Bile rose in the back of my throat as nausea threatened to make me vomit my breakfast.

Desmond grabbed my shaking hand in his. "Sera, don't feel like you have to do this. If you don't want to we can go back."

"No, I should do this. Get one more opinion, right?" I gazed up at him and I instantly felt guilty when I saw the trouble in his features. I hadn't meant for my words to come out sarcastic, I meant it genuinely. I should get a second opinion.

"You don't-"

"I want to." I told him with confidence in my voice though I was ambivalent at the moment.

"You haven't sat down! The chairs might be a little dirty but they won't bite you darling." He explained patting the chairs releasing clouds of dust in the cabin. He coughed a few times before collecting himself and hurrying over to the tables to grab something.

Desmond and I sat down in the chairs as I waited for him to return. He pulled a chair out for himself sitting in it hastily flipping through a notepad until he found a blank page. HIs movement were jittery and jerky, like he was impatient and excited.

"So, what brings you here?" He smiled wildly. Thrown off by his questioned I blinked drawing a blank in my head. Did he mean what brought me to his cabin or what brought me to this pack? "Oh my goodness, where are my manners, I haven't even told you my name. My name is Jensen."

Though he made an effort to break the ice I was still frozen, overwhelmed by his vibrant personality.

Noticing my impotent disposition Desmond took the lead.

"We are mates Jensen, and she's shared with me that she has no wolf." He explained. At the moment that Desmond mentioned my absent wolf Jensen looked surprised. The information about us being mates flew right over his head.

"I've never heard of such a think, at least not in individuals that have both parents werewolves. Were both your parents werewolves?" Jensen turned to face me and I nodded unable to find my voice. He scribbled away on his notepad before asking another question. "And I'm assuming you have no heighten sense of smell?" I shook my head. "Hearing?" Another no. "Strength? Speed? Sensitive around the full moon?" His eyes grew with ever no.

There was silence in the room as he wrote down all my answers among other things that I couldn't make out in his terrible handwriting.

Desmond rested his hand on my thigh stopping the bobbing of my knee that I hadn't even noticed I had begun to do. I felt a little bit more at ease as Jensen continued to ask questions but the tension in my muscles remained. Sadly Desmond couldn't overcome my uneasiness.

"I only have one more question darling. Have you ever heard another voice with in your head?" If he were as an ordinary person that question they would have thought he'd really lost his mind, but I knew what he was asking.

I've been told that werewolves share a brain so to speak. The human part of the werewolf and the wolf part can share thoughts between each other to talk to one another. I heard it was a blessing and a curse, as the wolf half was in constant alert ready to protect itself at any moment, but it was annoying I've heard. They can be nagging and sensitive to their loved ones and possessive over their mates.

I wondered what Desmond felt towards me being mates and all. Was he possessive? Protective? Constantly hating the distance we were from one another when he had duties to attend to?

I had never thought about it before until now and I was interested now to ask him.

"No, I've never heard another voice." I said with a discouraged sigh.

"Alright, we are almost done!" Jensen jumped to his feet moving to the table behind him. He threw things about haphazardly not having a care in the world it seemed for some objects. When he finally found what he was searching for he whirled around with a wide smile. "Just one more thing. I need a sample."

He pulled out a vial and syringe out of a sealed medical bag. I gulped at the piercing tip of the needle. I had a needle phobia and as he slowly approached me I grew more light headed. Sweat pool at the back of my neck instantly as my mouth grew dry.

"It'll be quick dear. I promise I'll be done in under thirty seconds." He said noticing my escalating heart rate.

I extended my arm for him to tie the elastic band around my upper arm. I clutched with a death grip onto Desmond's hand. He did move or show signs that it bother him so he kept his hand there.

Jensen popped the cap off the needle revealing the sharp point and time suddenly felt like it was moving in slow motion. He lowered the needle towards my forearm as I watched intently. I held Desmond's hand but gradually the grip started to slip and I grew confused.

Had he let go? Why would he do that?

My vision began to grow fuzzy and darker around the edges like a tunnel. I stared up to Jensen for help wondering if he could see what I was seeing but as I raised my head everything went completely dark.

•••••

"She fainted Jensen said that she'll be okay. Nothing some Advil and water can't treatment." I heard a distant voice.

My head felt like someone had put a jackhammer to it. It spun which only made me squeeze my eyes tightly in a poor attempt to control the spinning.

"It felt worse than that. Why was she even there anyways?" The second voice sounded angry and louder than the other one causing my head to pound even harder against my skull.

"Why does it matter? You aren't her mate!"

There was a ferocious growl just before there was loud crash. My eyes snapped open to a pitch black room, my room. The loud crashing sounded still like echoing chaos.

"Watch your mouth."

There was a moment were nothing was said and all that I could hear through my thundering headache was coughing. The coughing subsided after a while and I strained to listen closely.

"Why'd you go Des?"

Osiris. My stomach twisted at his ominous tone. Had he just beat Desmond? He was his brother did that mean anything to him?

I pulled myself up on the bed rubbing my eyes to focus the movement of the shadows under the door.

There was another serious of coughs before I heard Desmond's reply. "She'd wanted a second opinion on why she has no wolf. Happy now?"

Desmond sounded hurt or out of breath I wasn't sure which on but it pulled at my heart strings. I gripped the side table for support as I began to pull the covers off.

"No, do you know what that could do? If she's able to discover her wolf that'll cause problems. It's another headache I don't-"

THUD!

I may have been as curious as a cat but I was as clumsy as toddler because in my attempt at getting out I paid little attention to everything around me. I had pushed my phone off the side table and on to the floor and they had heard it.

Osiris heard it.

I gulped sliding back under the covers as if it would somehow reverse my interruption.

"Fix this Des." Was all I heard Osiris say as his heavy footsteps descended the staircase. The front door was slammed shut behind him and the house was left in utter silence.

My head didn't hurt anymore but as I played Osiris's furious words over and over in my head my head filled with bitterness.

Why wasn't I allowed to find answers to my wolf? How would I cause problems?

Sure, I'll need guidance on how to control that half of me if I ever discover it but I wouldn't be a rabid animal. I'd learn, I'd want to learn.

I wanted nothing else but to have a wolf and he was going to put a halt in my search? I'm sure that Desmond wanted me to have a wolf to being his mate and Osiris was being selfish by making him stop me because I'd be a headache?

To who?

Him?