I felt the slight breeze fanning my hot skin. A trickle of something trailed down the back of my neck and down the collar of my shirt drawing a line down my back.

"She has a phobia." I heard a male voice as I cracked my heavy eyelids open.

The room was dark with only a sliver of light seeping throw the dull blinds. My mouth felt like sandpaper, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.

"Here." A plastic bottle of water was shoved into my hand. Dazed I didn't bother to question it. I just wanted something to help my parched mouth.

I gulped down the water in huge swallows crushing the plastic as I finished.

"Extraordinary," Jensen exclaimed.

I tossed the bottle to my side. Rubbing my eyes I cleared away the dizziness I felt and trained my vision on the middle-aged man going to work on a vile of dark liquid.

I didn't even want to ask what was in it.

"I haven't seen such a thing in my life. I'll have to run a bunch more tests but these results... I can't imagine..."

"Can't imagine what?" Ivy pondered.

I would have asked the question myself but I was still trying to focus from my sleep. Having a needle phobia was doing nothing but giving me headaches.

"I'm not really sure." Jensen muttered moving the vial of blood in the air like it would magic change color. I swore the man was crazed but I wasn't a good judge of that. I didn't faint after all at the sight of a small little needle.

And I was supposed to be a Luna? As if.

Rubbing my temples I stood up. "Jensen when you figure out what's wrong with me, and I know there's a lot," I paused knowing damn well there was more wrong with me than I cared to admit. "-you know where to find me."

I continued to rub my head as I stood up making my way toward the exit. My body felt lethargic with energy.

"Come on, I'll help you back to the cabin." Ivy leaned up against my body helping me take my first couple wobbly steps. Maybe I should have sat down a little longer. "Jensen!" Ivy yelled annoyance thick in her voice. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Dazed, I swung my head around to face the crazed doctor. I was beginning to think he had lost his marbles because the next thing I know the sound of a twig rang in my sensitive ears.

"Don't-" Ivy demanded but whatever she didn't want to happen had already been done. She was quick to let go of me and cover her mouth and nose. Her eyes turned into their neon green aggression knotting in her brow line as she growled.

I was confused for a moment but it didn't take long for me to notice the smell. It was the most vial stench I had every inhaled. I gagged as the smell burned my esophagus with every gasp of air. My eyes pooled with water.

It felt like I had eaten a ghost pepper and rubbed the seeds in my eyes.

Jensen smiled wider while I held my throat. "It's happening." He whispered.

"Jensen what did you do? Turn whatever you did off." I begged using my t-shirt to cover my mouth and nose. I could do nothing for my eyes but cry the pain out of them literally.

"He snapped a wolfsbane concentrate," Ivy answered. "He's lost his fucking mind. Jensen! Throw the damn thing away."

"She had a reaction Ivy."

"I don't care if Jesus himself had a damn reaction throw it-" Ivy stilled her eyes on the verge of bulging out of her head. I could feel both pairs of eyes on me and I froze.

I was missing something they could both easily recognize. The inability to pinpoint what exactly they we referring to left me uneasy. "Can-can someone please explain what is going on?"

Ivy dropped her hand from her face crinkling her nose when the terrible odor was once again inhaled. "Throw that shut out Jensen." She demanded a growl laced in her words.

The smell was causing us all to be aggressive and feral.

Jensen beamed as he pulled a glass-like box out of his wool cardigan. He dropped the wolfsbane into it snapping it shut. Ivy unwrinkled her nose fixing her gaze onto me, pushing the annoyance she once had toward Jensen far away she flickered her eyes between us both.

"You could smell the Wolfsbane." She commented as if I didn't realize it already.

"Yea, we established that."

Jensen practically jumped up and down with excitement. "Don't you know what this means?" He had made his way closer to us waving the glass box in front of my face. It was turning purple with smoke.

When I didn't answer Ivy answered. "You have a wolf side Phinny. You always have or else you wouldn't have reacted to being exposed to Wolfsbane. It's only a werewolf thing."

I was suddenly filled with the rush of life and wilderness. I, me, am I a werewolf? I wasn't doomed after all to live an isolated and vulnerable life as a human. I wanted to leap for joy but there was a twinge of uncertainty that clung to the blissful news.

"Something's changed then," I muttered under my breath staring at Jensen for some sort of explanation. "- but we haven't done anything differently."

It was true, Jensen hadn't reached out or mentioned that anything has changed or that anything should change to figure out if I was cured after all. Now that I stare at the purple mist-like smoke in the box that nearly burnt of my nose hairs I can't deny that something is changing, something linked to my inability to have a wolf changing.

So did that mean that I wasn't just hearing things after all? Does that mean that I wasn't just making my mind believe that Osiris smelt like the most intoxicating aroma?

The voice.

The voice inside my head wasn't me finally going mad. It was...

"You must tell me what you've been doing differently because this change... this change is substantial. This is outstanding progress Seraphina."

"But I haven't done anything." I pointed out my stomach knitting at the most exciting and unsettling information I'm come to hear in my life.

"You must have. Has anything happened since the last time we talked?" Jensen pondered tucking the glass box away. He rubbed his palms together as he enthusiastically awaited my answer.

Only one thing changed...

I now knew Osiris and I were mates but now knowing that couldn't have made that big of a change. It was bad news anyways if anything it should have hindered my ability to shift even more. It wasn't a positive thing. Nothing about him was.

I couldn't bring myself to admit that he just might be the cure to my helplessness. Damn it, I could have been anything else and I would have leaped for joy but all I could do was stare blankly.

Frozen. Every fiber of my body was encased in ice speechless.

A hand was placed on my shoulder and I was abruptly broken out of my icy state. The hand was too much though. The simple innocent touch was too much. I was overstimulated. It was all too much to process.

I don't want to process it all. I didn't want to admit I might need Osiris after all, but I wasn't ready to confess that to him, to anyone, not even myself.

I brushed off the hand not looking back to see who it was that attempted to capture my attention. I could hear their voices behind me as I stormed out of the training cabin.

All this time I've wanted to fix myself. I wanted to put myself together, find the missing pieces my mind believed were irrecoverable. Yet, it all led back to him and I didn't want to grovel at his feet for rejecting him after he tried to make it see as if lying to me had to be done.

I didn't truly feel remorseful, what he did wasn't right and nothing could reverse the amount of pain and betrayal I felt because of him... or so I thought.

As I made my way back to the brothers' cabin and threw open the door my nostrils flared with the invasion of that intoxicating aroma. He was here and for the first time I allowed myself to wander the cabin I search of him. I had let my nose lead me right to him.

It doesn't take me long and if I were being honest with myself it took my less time to find him than it was to find my phone when I had misplaced it. It was like my body was fine tones to seek him out. It was as if that was how I was designed... and I loathed it.

Nearing the office I had avoided like the plague I could hear two sets of male voices. I recognized them instantly so I didn't hesitate when I opened the door to let myself in. I was a luna by definition I had nothing to fear intruding. I was just as much allowed to enter as Osiris... right?

I thought to myself with a slight falter in my steps. The door was wide open now, there was no going back and at this point I didn't think I wanted to "go back".

The room fell silent as I shut the door behind me. With a deep breath of what I hoped would be confidence I turned around to face them.

They both held different expressions, they both saw my appearance in two different ways. I didn't know which on was more alarming, Osiris's bug-eyed shock and his poor attempt at hiding the glint of excitement in his eyes or Desmond's look of sheer amusement at my presence.

"Well if it isn't the angel herself." Desmond exclaimed with a smirk. I shook my head ignoring him as I trained my eyes on my mate. I wasn't here for Desmond I was here because I wanted to fix myself, I wanted t fix what has been broken for years.

Plucking a sliver of skin from my lip in a nervous attempt to conceal my unease I gulped. My mouth was dry and parched. "Touch me." I muttered softly.

Osiris's eyes just about bulged out of his head as his hands gripped the arms of his chair with deathly strength. "What?"

I took a timid step closer toward him. "I need you to touch me. I- I need to see something."

"Phina, I don't think you really mean-"

"Shut the fuck up man!" Desmond shouted. He turned to his older brother with eyes of disbelief like Osiris had said something bonkers. "Your mate just asked you to touch her, how are you not jumping to your feet right now? Are you deaf or something?" He crossed his arms in his chair giving his brother a disapproving look before turning to me and offering a warm bubbly grin. "Excuse my mutant of a brother he doesn't know how to process simple english. He's a little slow." He explained pinching his fingers together showing how slow his brother was.

It took a huge amount of will power not to snicker but I kept my composer reminding myself that I was hear to confirm something I already knew was true, but I had to be sure. I had to know for sure, double check, something. I think a small portion of me was hoping that I was wrong, that my thoughts were deceiving me.

Osiris stood up from his swivel chair his eyes locked onto me like a predator. My heart was on the verge of pounding right out of my chest. The thuds of my racing heart were deafening in my sensitive ears. Was it my heart I was hear, or was it his.

He was standing in front of me now. Between my thundering pulse and my discombobulating thoughts I neglected to realize he had made his way over to me. He towered over me causing me to feel like an ant before him and he was staring down at me like he were studying a specimen.

A flimsily lifted my arm out for him to touch but he made no effort to do so. I shook my arm from side to side giving him the assurance he might have needed that I was indeed allowing him near me. He didn't move, still.

"Osiris-" I started.

"Why?"

"Why, what?" I asked growing more and more impatient. I just want to know, what I fought to accept as a fact, and he was here standing before me reluctant.

"Bro come on." I heard Desmond heckle.

Osiris gave him a warning growl to which Desmond rolled his eyes. He remained silent at least. His banter was only causing me more unrest anyways and I gave Osiris a thankful look as he flicked his eyes between me and my out stretched arm.

"Why do you want me to touch you all of a sudden? This isn't like you, at all." He claimed giving me an inquisitive look. Osiris wasn't dumb. He knew something was up e just couldn't put his finger on it and I wasn't sure I want to answer his questions.

Unable to wait any longer I grabbed his hand. He was caught off guard gasping when an electrify wave ruptured up his arm. I knew what he was feeling in that moment as I too gasped with the blissful rippling effect from our shared touch.

His pupils dilated to an inky black. His calloused hand twitched in mine. His muscles became rigid. Osiris wasn't the only one finding it hard to conceal the true pleasure of the invading emotions. I shivered as the rippling electricity traveled up my arm and down the column of my spine. Suddenly everything I saw was blurred except for him, he was clear as day. It was as if I had tunnel vision and my eyes only wanted to focus on him, drink him in.

There was this burning desire to convert ever detail, every feature of his to memory. There was this uncontrollable need to feel more and before I knew it the feeling amplified. I grew bolder allowing my hands to trail further up his arm until my frail fingers curled around his broad wrist.

I didn't get get to indulge further as Osiris pulled back and staggered a few step backward. He looked off-put, unsure of himself, unsure of me. I didn't know I had even took a step closer to him until he took another back.

"Wait." He breathed.

Mate.

Need mate.

The voice was back and this time it was chanting. It was chanting so loudly in my head that I couldn't make out whatever Osiris was trying to say to me. I didn't even know he was speaking until I fixed my gaze on his perfect mouth.

What the hell was getting into me?

"I- I'm sorry." I stammered. "I just had to know."

"Know what?" I heard Desmond question as my ears drowned out the chants to a soft hum. I needed it to be silent. I needed the voice gone, I could not focus on anything else with the never ending stream of demands it chanted.

I licked my lips apprehensively. "I have a wolf and-" I paused. Did I want to disclose the fact that Osiris may be the key to unlocking my wilder side?

"And..." Osiris pressed.

"And- and..." I squeezed my eyes shut hiding him behind my dark lids. I didn't want to know his reaction, I didn't want to see how he'd take the information. "- you may be the answer to solving my wolf problem."