After Caleb and I got back to the apartment Taylor had already made herself at home, like she always does. Bastet was sat on her lap snuggled up and she had already changed the show I was watching to the movie Titanic.

Caleb had explained to me quickly what a rogue was. He mentioned that they were werewolves that were previously a part of a pack but decided to leave and abandon their roles and or duties.

The way he explained it was with such distaste, as if rogues were less than the dirt beneath his feet. It explained a lot however when he just about murdered Taylor in my apartment.

If all that rogues do is leave their pack why did he have such hatred towards them? They were nothing more than aimless people with a carefree attitude, I thought. I was trying to compare rogues to new high school graduates that leave home to get away from their controlling parents. Thinking this way helped me understand this supernatural concept of rogues.

Caleb dropped his bag on the table pulling my out of my thoughts.

"Relax, Mr. before you break her table." Taylor warned not looking away from the tv.

I knew Taylor was knit picking here calling him out but I couldn't bring myself to speak up. She hates him and she didn't even know him and for some reason that bothered me. I wasn't sure if she hates him because she was putting the pieces together as to way I was away this whole time. Or if it was because of a history she had with a previous alpha.

I could only assume, too timid to ask her about her past.

"Shut up." Caleb retort huffing as he sat on the chair pulling out his phone to text someone.

The two of them were preoccupied with there devices as I looked at the sink at the bloody knife. Taylor must have seen it and put it there as I hadn't picked it up once it dropped on the floor. She was going to interrogate me later, I knew it. I mentally prepared myself for that.

Washing it off I let it dry on the counter.

I was trying to relax my nerves as it slowly dawned on me that I had two werewolves in my apartment. Here I am washing a knife I stabbed one with and looking at two of them in my home lounging around like it's just another Sunday. What portal did I fall through and what world did I land in?

As if noticing my awkward staring and stance in the kitchen Caleb stood up.

"Are you alright?" He asked scanning over my face for any answers.

"Yes, I'm just thinking about on the school work I have to do." I lied. Lying felt deceitful and wrong when I was doing it to him. Pursing my lips to hold back from really saying how I felt I tried to fight off the slight feeling of guilt for lying.

"Do you mind if I use your shower?" He asked me sounding much more calmer than he had just moments ago talking to Taylor.

I nodded my head unable to speak up at the moment. I wasn't scared really but my anxiety was very much still there. It was all still an uncertainty with all of them. They could just morph into their wolves and tear me apart still if they wanted too, but I knew neither would. Knowing that was making things difficult to get a grasp on normality.

Once the door to the bathroom was shut and I heard the shower turn on Taylor was in front of me in a matter of seconds. Her eyes flash ember again and I was once again scared from her intimidating figure. She was at least a couple inches taller than me and it made me realize that ever werewolf I had seen thus far always taller, fit, and beautiful. They all looked perfect.

I wasn't ugly but I was definitely short and nimble.

"Where did you meet him?" She hissed her eyes narrowing as she waited for my reply.

I swallowed hard trying to find the words to speak. My mouth was dry and nothing came out as I pressed my lower back against the counter in hopes of putting some distance between us.

A small part of me begged the Caleb would have a reason to peek his head out to stop her aggressive behavior. He did not. Why did I want him to save me? Why did I trust that he even would?

"Did he do something to you?" Taylor questioned sniffing the air around me. Was she trying to catch a scent off of me?

"No- I'm fine." I told her.

I was about to move around her but she pushed me back up against the counter again. Just before I could tell her to back off she pulled my hair back away from my neck and turned my head to the side exposing my neck. Her fingers trailed down my to the base of my neck seeming to look for something. She let out a relieving breath of air, letting go of my hair.

"What the hell was that for?" I asked annoyed and paranoid that there was something there I hadn't noticed.

"I thought-" She cut herself off shaking her head. "Nothing it's to early to explain all that to you. I'm just glad your safe back at home."

I stared nervous from her earlier forcefulness. Brushing my own hand across my neck I found nothing wondering what she was trying to look for.

"Why didn't you tell me your were a- " I couldn't bring myself to say. Though I may admit it to myself and in my head they were werewolves saying it out loud just sounded... crazy.

"A werewolf?" Taylor finished for me plopping down on one of the table chairs. She chuckled before talking again. "It's not exactly something that believable unless you'd seen one." She explained. "There was no reason to tell you."

"It would have been nice to know I was best friends for three years with one." Taylor raised her eyebrows giving me a 'do you hear yourself' kind of face.

"Yea cause you wouldn't have thought I had lost my fucking mind." She rolled her eyes, her sarcastic voice telling me, my claim was stupid.

She was right though. She had no reason to tell me I never would have suspected it if it weren't for earlier.

Thinking more about it I tried to tell myself that I needed to be wary about them. They weren't like me, they weren't human, they were animals. They were purely driven by instinct. Yet, here I am talking to Taylor like we always did when she came over. I was cautious but o was scared. In fact the more I talked to her the more I was slowly realizing they were more human than animal.

We spoke for a little longer as I explained what happened when Roy came over for my birthday. I forced myself to drop the topic though, as Caleb came out of the shower freshly clothed. His dark hair once again look perfect even though it was tossed around aimlessly. He only wore a pair of gray joggers that hung low on his hips. His bare chest was on full display and my eyes were locked on the perfect body before me.

Shame is what I should have felt as I openly gawked at the masterpiece of a man before me. I was annoyed at how easily I was drawn to his presence. It was both alluring and intimidating with how dominant he was.

Forcing myself to look away I locked eyes with Taylor who was sat still at the table. She was smirking mischievously notices my intense stare I had on Caleb.

Feeling awkward I swallowed a lump in my throat to distract myself from her smirking.

"You won't be staying the night rogue." Caleb spoke up putting his dirty sweatpants in his duffle bag. Taylor rose up from her seat crossing her arms in protest.

"I have a name you know. It's Taylor, nice to meet you Caleb." She extended her hand sarcastically. Why was she always trying to pock the bear? This isn't a random person on the streets. I'm pretty sure this bear bites. None the less I was so use to Taylor's taunting behavior that I didn't expect anything else from her. She was always bold and unapologetic.

When Caleb made no move to shake her insincere hand she dropped it.

"Anyways I'm not leaving unless Evie says so." My heart dropped. I didn't want to be in the middle of these two. Earlier was enough and even then it was boarder-line stupid.

Both their eyes trained on me waiting for a reply. Caleb wasn't intrude and speaking for me for once probably thinking I was going to make her leave. Should I? But I felt so much more secure with her around.

"So what's it gonna be Evie?" Taylor asked a big grin on her face because she already knew what the answer would be.

Looking beyond her I saw how Caleb was shifting uncomfortable on his feet. He didn't want her here it was clear, but I didn't exactly want to be left alone with him either. Flipping my eyes between the two of them I finally came to me decision.

"I'd feel a lot better if she stayed the night." I said to him knowing Taylor already predicted my answer. Caleb's face twisted in discontent with my answer.

To bad, I thought. If I was going to be uncomfortable staying in my own apartment so was he. We were even now.

"I'll get some blankets for you so you can sleep on the sofa." I muttered moving past them to the closet under the stairs.

Taylor was smiling like a Cheshire Cat amused with Caleb's growing irritation of her. I swear the woman likes pissing people off, like she gets a high off of it.

After getting the blankets set up for Caleb, Taylor had made her way upstairs to the loft. Usually she'd sleep on the sofa when she stayed the night but I opt to have her sleep with me, away from him. I didn't want to wake up I'm the middle of the night to a blood bath.

Tucking the last bit of blanket into place I felt Caleb move from the small dinning table to just inches behind me. My heart sped up with the minimal space between us.

Rough fingers caressed the smooth caramel skin of my arm. The same overwhelming tingle feeling was felt and this time I couldn't blame it on my socks. I hadn't really moved to cause static.

A shiver traveled down my spine. I tried to suppress the shudder it caused but it was no use. Caleb must have noticed since he let out a noise similar to a purr. It wasn't quite like a purr Bastet would have made, it was deeper with an intended purpose.

The tension in my shoulders faded and I was in awe at the sudden wave of tranquil. Did he do that?

"Uh- your bed is made." My voice came out breathlessly as my mind fought to control the escalating... dare I say it... pleasure.

Turning around to face him I noticed that his eyes were swirling once more. I was use to this now however and instead of it scaring me off I found myself enjoying the beautiful pattern.

Dazed by his eyes I hadn't noticed he had raised his hand to cup my face. He followed my jawline once again letting his thumb rest on my bottom lip a few seconds. Strangely I leaned forward a brief second the sensation drawing me closer, the feeling compelling me more every moment I stared into those sapphire eyes.

Someone cleared their throat making me pull away from his touch. Caleb's hand just stayed there as if he were imagining me still there.

"You coming to bed? Or are you taking him to bed?" Taylor asked from over the railing of the loft.

My face blushed being caught in such an intimate moment. Was it intimate?

Looking up at Taylor I scurried away from him throwing the pillow that was in the closet still, on the sofa.

Starting up the stairs still flushed from the fascinating, yet intense moment I turned the over light off and looked over at Caleb. He had sat down already on the bed running a hand through the back of his hair.

Was he just as overwhelmed by that as I was? He didn't seem like the guy that would feel nervous about such a thing. It honestly looked at though it came natural to him.

"Goodnight Caleb." I said a small glimpse of a smile on my face.

"Goodnight Eve." He relied surprised by my voice.

Laying down I tossed and turned unable to fall asleep. Taylor had knocked out in a matter of minutes. I was envious of how little of time it took her to fall asleep. I need to catch up on sleep still the little nap I had earlier was not enough.

I should have been able to easily fall asleep how exhausted I was. But no, here I was my mind thinking about one thing, one person...

Caleb.