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We were curled up in the theatre room watching reruns of the fresh prince. Taylor was half asleep her head hanging off of the edge of the recliner. I should probably wake her up, her neck looked broken from this angle. Eh, she's breathing she's fine.

I had put my phone on silent once Taylor and I had come down stairs. I was already anticipating Caleb to send loads of messages to me about why I went back on my words on staying in the same room as him. His anger and frustration was the last thing I had the energy for. This was why I was avoiding him like the plague, then again, he could still follow my scent with ease.

I could only avoid him for so long I was bound to bump into him eventually. I just hoped I had the will power to blow him off.

The fresh prince theme song played louder than the dialogue that was just playing moments before. Taylor sprung up in the recliner her blonde hair stuck to the sop of her lip like a mustache.

I tried to conceal my laughter with a cough. "Umm... you have a little something..." I pointed at my mouth for reference.

Confused she could only reply with a "Huh?", as she squinted her eyes in confusion. "Why do they always play the theme song to shows so god damn loud?" She groaned rubbing the sides of her head. She brushed her hair back with her free hand. "Why didn't you tell me I had hair stuck to my face?"

"Uh... I did." I told her matter-of-factly. Standing up I folded the blanket I was using and tucked it in one of the closets in the theatre room.

"Where are you going? I thought we were going to hangout all day." Taylor pouted still sitting on the recliner.

"I don't feel like sitting and watching tv all day. I'm sorry Taylor." I opened the door that led back out into the hallway. I heard Taylor quickly stand up to catch up to me. I groaned internally. I didn't feel like having company right now. All I wanted to do was lay down take another pill and doze off.

My neck was starting to throb again reminding me of yesterday. I shuddered at the recollection.

"Evie, no. I've seen that look before from you. I know what you're up to and I don't like it." Her claim made me furrow my eyebrows together in confusion. "I've seen you go down this path before. You let your anxiety and depression get to you and you do a nose dive. This happened last time with Roy."

I was taken aback by what she was saying. I wasn't that much of a mess... was I? The medication was helping not tampering with me.

"Taylor I'm perfectly fine I promise you." I assured her. I thought that would put an end to her persistence but I was wrong.

Crossing her arms she towered over me. Why were all werewolves so tall? It wasn't fair as a shrank back from her tall figure. I didn't like how she was making me feel small.

She gave me a pointed look before telling me, "I know my best friend like the back of my hand. You're taking your pills all wrong again. Why do you do this to yourself?"

I scowled at her crossing my arms offended by her question. Why was I such a concern for her all of a sudden?

"Do what? I'm fine, you're the one insinuating I'm a druggy."

"I never said that." She retorted narrowing her eyes at my blatant disregard for her concern.

"You didn't have to. I know that's what you think of me." I snapped. I didn't wait for her to say anything as I pulled open the door. She growled behind me but I ignored it as I stepped out of the room making my way back to my bedroom.

"Evelyn Greene if you think I'm letting you tear yourself apart again think again!" Taylor's voice rang out through the mansion and I stopped at the base of the staircase with a flinch.

She was embarrassing me yelling out my personal issues like my life was a show and everyone was an audience.

"Fuck off Taylor! I don't need your help nor do I want it. Leave me alone if all you're going to do is tell me how I'm doing everything wrong." My anger was flaring to new heights as I heard someone stop walking at the top of the stair case. To engulfed with the conversation between Taylor and I ignored them.

"Fuck off? Fuck off?! Are you serious? How many have you had today?" She questioned. "Huh? Why don't you tell me how I'm wrong for worrying about you?"

"It's none of your concern. Now drop it."

"What are we dropping?" I bit my lip when I heard Caleb's voice at the top of the stairs.

"Friends." I said with distaste as I ascended the stairs. I didn't want to look at her right now. I was going through hell and she knew that the pills helped so way make me feel guilty for using them.

I pushed past Caleb who tried to reach for my hand to stop me but I smacked his arm away. I wanted to be left alone. Why can't everyone just leave me the hell alone?

I felt my blood pressure climbing and I felt the need for another pill. If it meant I would fade away into my sleep I happily invited it. Nearing my bedroom I fumbled with the key. I heard both Caleb talking angrily about how I changed rooms and Taylor who was hell bent on taking my medication from me. It all felt like distant voices though I knew they were only feet away from me.

The moment I opened the bedroom door Taylor had shoved me to the floor making a run for it to the bathroom where my medication was. I let out a Yelp when I hit the floor. I hurried to my feet launching myself on her back and pulled her to the floor.

"You're not taking my medication away!" I screamed tightening my hold on her as she tried to get out of my grip.

"I'm not letting my best friend hurt herself!" She screamed back at me.

"I'm not hurting myself. You're making things worse than they are." Taylor dug her fingers into my arms causing me to hiss out in pain. Someone else barged into the room tearing me off of Taylor. What were they doing helping her?

Taylor was quick to get to her feet and into the bathroom. She rattled the bottle in front of my face.

"I'm trying to help you." She repeated. I groaned pulling against whoever was still holding my waist.

"Out of all the people I thought you'd be the most understanding. I guess I was wrong." The contempt in my voice was clearly heard as her face dropped. She was acting like she was the victim.

I was the victim! I was the one torn away from her normal life to be dropped into a den of werewolves and vampires and I had to find a sense of normalcy! And she had the audacity to feel like the victim?!

The person holding me back finally spoke up and I stiffened from the sound of their voice. "Relax, Eve." It was Caleb.

I whirled around smacking him in his chest shoving him away from me. He was the absolute last person I wanted around me. My heighten emotions and my building frustrations were causing me to lose my patience. I was beginning to snap under the escalating pressure.

"All of you get out! I don't want to see a single one of you." I looked between them both. Taylor looked like she was on the verge of tears. Normally I would be remorseful but I was barely able to feel anything at the moment besides blinding anger.

When I looked to Caleb his face was a smooth blank canvas, unreadable in any sense.

"I'm not going to say it again." I said through gritted teeth. Taylor heeded my warning turning away from me and dashing out of the room. That just left Caleb and I. A dangerous combination right now.

For some odd reason I didn't feel an ounce of fear towards him I was still consumed by my frustrations and anger to feel anything else. He tried to come closer but I raised my hand to stop him.

"Don't. You are the last person I want to be around. Leave me be. I want to be left alone."

"I wasn't expecting you to change this quickly." He spoke ignoring what I had just said.

What he had said brought on a sense of confusion. "Change? What are talking about?"

"You've changed?" He repeated. I narrowed my eyes at his lack of detail.

Unable to control my sarcasm I let it out. "Yea getting bitten by your werewolf mate will do that do you. It'd turn anyone boarder line psychotic." I paused letting out a huff of air. "Now that we've established that, you can leave now."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"Well, that's what I was talking about so leave, now!" I rose my voice and shoved him in the direction of the door. When I shoved him a second time he grabbed my wrists.

"I'm referring to the mark." He said in a low voice pointing at my neck. I glared harder when I recalled what he did to me. Trying to break free from his hold he pulled me flush to his body rendering me unable to move away. "Listen to me for one second Eve, I'm trying to make you aware about something you have no understanding of." I pulled against him again causing him to growl in fury. I froze on the spot. "My mark is making you change. I didn't think it'd be this sudden but you're going to become more-"

I cut him off hearing all I needed to hear from Taylor earlier. "Taylor already explained. I'm going to want to be with you and do the deed, end of story, now leave."

Pushing against him again, Caleb grabbed both of my wrists in one hand and covered my mouth with his other. I tried to bite his hand to get him to drop it but he only pressed harder against my mouth.

"Woman will you just slow down for one second and listen to me!?" I flinched back from his tone. He was irritated with me, his growing impatience was now more evident. "What Taylor shared with you is only part of it. What she didn't tell you was how you're going to become more aggressive, more assertive, more dominant, and more possessive." He sighed dropping his hand from my mouth. "You're taking on the characteristics and attitude you'll need as a Luna. I didn't think the mark would do this to you being human but it is." His voice softened at the end.

He was staring deep into my eyes, his blue orbs captivating me for a moment. Caleb looked torn between frustrated and guilt. I hoped he'd feel guilty for the rest of his life making me feel like I'm losing my damn mind.

"Thanks for sharing." There was venom in my words as I said them. "You can leave now." My mark stung but I suppressed the feeling focusing solely on what I wanted. Which was to be left alone.

Caleb looked over my face searching for some kind of change in my demeanor. There was none I was standing true to what I said earlier. I wanted to be left alone. When he didn't see me attempting to change my mind he let go of my wrists, dropping his hands to his sides.

"I wish you'd rethinking this arrangement." He gestured to my bedroom.

Crossing my arms I retorted with all of my resentment. "And I wished you didn't force something onto me... but we can't get everything we want."