Ever heard of the saying don't bite the hand that feeds you? Well, I do and I still managed to abandon all logic and bite Roy's hand, figuratively of course, I wish I had though.

I had awoken over ten hours ago on a bed, bent in all kinds of awkward ways. With all the rough handling and painful angles my limbs laid in I was surprised that Roy hadn't broken my neck.

My arms were coated with streaks of dried blood that had changed to a murky brown color. There were bits of glass still embedded in my arm and from the looks of it now it turned out that they dug deeper into my skin from laying on them.

Grabbing a shard that stuck out on my forearm, I hissed when I pulled it free opening a channel for fresh blood to ooze out. There wasn't a bathroom in sight in the room and as I took a better look around I noticed that it was the exact room that Caleb had placed me in all that time ago.

I remembered how fearful I was of him all those months ago, I thought he was a crazed man that took his victims in the woods to kill them. How wrong I was now that know who he was to me and who I was to him.

My hand absent mindedly rose to touch my mark instinctually waiting for the comforting pleasurable feeling that came from the contact. There wasn't any, and in fact it wasn't anything close to pleasure and comfort. It felt like a shot of lightening struck down my spin, starting where my mark rested.

Recoiling my hand away the events of last night flashed across my face like the reels of a horror film.

The broken glass of the coffee shop, my spit that coated his retched face, the red hot rod.

"My mark." I whispered to myself forcing my hand back up to the mark.

Instead of letting my hand recoil like it had before I fought against the piercing pain. The soft pads of my finger traced the ridged edge of the branding. The smooth indents of Caleb's mark were gone, replaced with harsh and inflamed outlines of Roy's initials.

R.V.

I would have scoffed and chuckled at the less then fearful initials but all that I could think about was how I felt so empty. There was something missing in my head and my mind was searching every corner of itself looking for it. It didn't even know what it was seeking but it had this uncontrollable urge, this need for something that had vanished.

The more it disheveled my memories in its purse or it I soon realized that the only memories that were being pulled to my attention all involved Caleb. My mind was reaching for every memory, every event, place, and conversation that we shared.

I was trying to grab him. I was reaching out to him in my memories trying to grab any comfort I could from the past. I wondered if this was a coping mechanism for my mark being burned. Was I trying to repair it? Was that even possible?

Feeling the rough letters embedded in my neck I knew it was possible, I would have healed by now.

With the dull, numb, and empty feeling consuming every inch of my mind and body I craved anything that made me feel something. I had to feel something.

Looking down at my arms that were still littered with shards of glass I began to pick them out ignoring the rush of blood the streamed out of them. It was painful but at least it was overpowering that numb feeling that had started to eat away at me.

By the time I was done pulling out the shards of glass I could see my arms were coated with crimson blood. Just about ever inch of my skin was blanketed by a thin sheen of blood.

There was a loud thud from downstairs and I jerked my arms away from my face stilling as I listened to the commotion. There were muffled voices and I couldn't make out any words, the only think that my ears could pick up was the aggressive tone. Someone was livid from the sound of it.

Dropping my head to the floor I pressed my ear to the hardwood floor. The voices were still muffled but now I could make out the words and when I did I froze.

"You had one simple task, One! Do not hurt her." I heard Nora shout. "I swear you humans are a selfish breed."

Roy scoffed and I could visualize him rolling his evil eyes. "Says the person willing to kill her brother for the position of alpha."

There was a pause of silence before I heard furniture being moves haphazardly and a chocking sound.

There was a low rumbling growl that reverberated the floorboards, it was filled with rage. "Did I ask for your comment? No. We had an agreement and if you want your part of the agreement to happen I suggest you follow my rules or I'll go back on my word." There was suddenly another pause but it was shorter than the first. "Do I make myself clear?" Nora asked.

"Yes." Roy croaked, his voice sounding hoarse.

"Good, don't give me another reason to put my hands on you because next time it will be to kill you."

There were footsteps that echoed at they ascended the staircase and I jolted up to my feet climbing on the bed and curling the blanket around me. I knew it wouldn't protect me from the person that was making their way to my room, but it gave a little sense of comfort, however little it was.

The doorknob twisted and the dark brown hair of the Caleb's demon sister walked in. She closed the door and faced me no emotion on her face. I though she would have some sense of angry left from threatening Roy, but there was none. Nora looked at me with a blank expression that made my skin crawl.

"Stand up." She ordered. I blinked unmoved and unwilling to give up the little comfort the covers gave me. "I said stand up." When I didn't move to get up she growled and stormed over to the bed. I jerked away when she grabbed the blanket but I wasn't fast enough to evade her reach as she grabbed hold of the covers giving it on strong tug.

I tumbled to the floor, groaning when my arms stretched out to break my fall. There wasn't much time from the moment I hit the floor to me being pulled up by my arm to stand.

Nora turned me around to face her. She examined me up and down her nostrils flaring as she took in the sight of me.

"Fucking idiot." She mumbled to herself. Nora rose her hand to her mouth and a horrific noise was heard. Bewildered I looked at her with apprehension but as she turned me around swiftly she caged me against her body with my back to her front.

Nora pushed her hand against my mouth and the salty metallic taste of blood invaded my mouth. I yelled against her hand, trying in desperation to break free of her hold but she only tightened her hold on me until it was painful.

"Open your mouth." She demanded as I turned my head from side to side to get her hand off my face. Growling in frustration Nora dug her nails into my side causing me to gasp. She took at that moment to her advantage forcing her palm into mouth.

Blood flowed out of her palm like a waterfall and I gagged as the liquid slide down my throat against my will. As quickly as it was forced in my mouth Nora pulled her hand away and I ran across the room wiping vigorously at my mouth, spitting out the remanence of her blood.

"You'll heal faster." She clarified in a nonchalant voice sitting down on the edge of the bed. "He wasn't suppose to hurt you." She continued referring to Roy.

"I did everything you asked." I muttered backing myself into the corner of the room. Her beaty eyes stared emotionless in my own as she took in my words.

It was the truth though, I had done everything that she had asked of me. I left Caleb behind, moved back to the city, and didn't mention her name to anyone. I did everything she demanded.

"Yea, not really. The moment ex-lover boy texted you, you wasted no time calling Caleb. Too bad he was preoccupied at that moment, but then your annoy best friend just had to be the one watching over you. It wasn't suppose to be that messy." I furrowed my eyes listening to her as continued. Messy? "Roy was simply supposed to take you hostage and bring you here, but your friends got in the way of what was supposed to be a smooth operation. It's a shame Nani had to get shot because of you."

My eyes grew wide, so I had seen it, I even had a vision before it had happened. My eyes darted frantically around the room. Nani risked her life for mine and she had gotten shot, but she was a werewolf, she should be okay, right?

As if reading my mind Nora spoke up. "I would like to say that she'll be okay, but knowing that hunters have some of the most lethal equipment for killing supernaturals I wouldn't say luck is on her side."

My heart sank. No, Nani couldn't have died for me. Alex would be devasted. All of this, because of... me. Me. I did this.

"But... but why have me kidnapped and setting me up for failure. You knew I'd call Caleb." I accused her. Nora nodded her head with a sly smile on her face. How could she be so cool and collected. "You were never going to let me just go, were you?"

Nora leaned back on the bed resting her weight on her arms laughing at my statement. "You know if I wasn't so determined to have the alpha position you would have made a pretty good Luna. You aren't as dense as I thought you to be, but then there is that human thing. But you aren't as much human as you thought, isn't that right Eve?"

I licked my bottom lip nervously. I shouldn't have been surprised though, she had hear my scream, she had seen it for her own eyes. It wasn't a secret anymore.

"A banshee, who would have guessed?" She mocked narrowing her eyes with a conniving tone. "You made my ears bleed that day. Your banshee scream is nothing like all the others, yours is... unique." She stood up clapping her hands together. "Which brings me to my next subject. How are you healing?"

I gazed down at my arms that are nearly healed, only the streaks of dried blood remained and my burn on my neck wasn't tender anymore when I touched it. When I looked back at her with out a pained reaction from my burn mark she gave me a wide grin.

"Great!"

"Great?" I questioned thrown off with her caring behavior, if you could call it that.

"Yea, its great because I can't use you if you're damaged. Damaged goods are spoiled goods, and spoiled goods can't be used." She stepped closer to me but stopped shy of a few feet. Her imposing position was enough for a wave of chills to pass through every nerve.

"You are going to help me lure Caleb here were he'll inevitable die and then Roy gets to keep you. It's a win, win for us all. I get the alpha position and Roy gets you without the headache of Caleb coming for you and him." The way that she dropped this information was appalling to me. How could she talk about murdering her brother like he was disposable?

Sure, he and her bumped heads and had their disagreements like any siblings would but I knew that Caleb would never kill her. She was more coldhearted than I ever thought possible.

"Why do you want the position so bad?" I wondered catching her off guard. She wasn't expecting me to ask questions I guess as she blinked at me for a moment for tilting her head to the side.

"Did he ever mention to you who was supposed to take the position after my father stepped down?" She asked me to which I shook my head no. "I was. I was supposed to take the position because Caleb never wanted it. He wanted to be in charge of the guard and be more of a diplomate than an alpha. He did want to rule over anyone, and honestly if I have to say, he does a shit job of it. He's too weak and forgiving." Nora retorted curling her lip as she defamed her brother.

"He's understanding not always forgiving, and you mistake his kindness for weakness. Being understanding and kind doesn't make you a bad leader it makes you a compassionate one." I defended him. I wasn't going to let Nora right her wrongs. There was no right to any of this, none what so ever.

Nora approached me in one swift motion curling her clawed hand around my neck and rose me off my feet. I clutched my hands around her wrist to be able to breath. Her goal wasn't to kill me I knew that already, her actions were purely emotionally driven.

"Don't defend him Eve as if you know my brother. He's not fit to lead. Don't forget he failed you. He couldn't protect you, he surely couldn't protect your sister." She scoffed her eyes glowing gold with rage.

She dropped me to the floor. My back slide down the wall until I rested my behind on the floor. I rubbed my sore neck a bruise would definitely form later.

"Your sick." I coughed standing up with a glare. "You're selfish."

With a menacing and amusing face she grabbed the collar of my shirt pulling me close to her face. My hands grabbed hers to tug back but it was no use, I would only rip my shirt.

"I may be selfish, but I always get my way, one way or another." She growled bring her other hand to my side. I felt the sharp point of her claw just grazing my skin. "Now, scream."

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