I can hear the tree snapping increasingly, as time goes by. Closing my eyes, I say a silent prayer to any of the Gods up there that can hear me. The smell of fresh blood has them popping open. I look out my window, checking the side mirror, but I cannot see anything that is going on up at the road. I'm too far down the side of the mountain.

The light of the moon catches my attention. I focus on the beauty of the almost full moon. There's a blue hue to the normal plain white, making it extraordinarily beautiful tonight. My grandfather used to tell me stories when he was alive about the Moon Goddess. Tell me of her ferocity, the strength she withheld over all others, and how she created the werewolves to protect the humans of the world.

Unfortunately, the humans did not well receive our kind. Over the years, the gratitude became jealousy, and as time moved on that jealousy turned to fear. Now we don't let a lot of people know what we are. It's forbidden, but my uncle never followed the rules. Not even the ones of his alpha, his own brother, my father had given to his pack. A coy smile forms along my lips thinking of my uncle, his devilish smiles, and mischievous nature. If this is really the end, I'm going to miss him dearly.

I know most people would think about their parents at a moment like this, but my mother died shortly after I was born, and my father and I never really got along. We have never been close. In fact, the only thing that man has ever done for me is make me nervous and afraid. With his solemn green eyes, the ones I look at everyday in the mirror staring back at me. It's the only thing I got from the man, the color of my eyes. Everything else is a perfect likeness to my mother.

A lone tear falls down my cheek. I wipe it away as I look to the moon once more. "Dear Moon Goddess, I beg of you to watch out for those that I love. Help Claudette make it through the hardships I know are about to come her way because of my actions tonight. Let her forgive me for what I have done to change her life forever. I just didn't want her to lose her life so young." I bite my lip with the pain the thought of never seeing her or Lilly again brings me.

The tree the vehicle is stuck on snaps once more, causing the car to slide further over the trunk of the tree. I know any second this tree will give way and I'll be sliding down the rest of the treacherous mountain, to my death. I close my eyes, not wanting to see as it happens.

My thoughts move to Zane, us as children. How mischievous the two of us were always together. The trouble we would get into, and the way he would speak his mind to his parents and my father. How he would sneak into my room at night, after a beating he would receive for our actions. He would open my window, and smoothly climb into my room. Sometimes you could see the murderous rage in his eyes, as he would look at me. The things my father did for punishment was unethical to say the least.

Zane would walk further into the room, untie me from my restraints along my bed, and look me over. Once he had all my injuries in account, he would make his way to the bathroom for some rags and ointment. He would fix me up, growling the entire time, and all I would be able to do was look down at my hands while he worked.

Once he was finished, he'd pick up the mess, and come back to lay with me on my bed. We'd look into one another's eyes until I slowly fell asleep. By morning, when the sun would shine through my window, he was gone, and my uncle would knock on the door. He'd announce himself, and when he walked in his eyes would find me laying there. A solemn look held deep in his irises as he'd look me over. Coming to my bed, he'd sit beside me, and hold my hands, fighting back tears from his anger.

I know he wanted to do something to his own brother. That's not how it works in the pack, not in our world. The alpha is in charge, what he feels is right goes, and there isn't anyone that can say a thing about it. Shortly after my father would see my open door, burst in, and degrade his younger brother for untying my restraints and fixing me up without his permission. He never told his older brother the truth, he'd tell him off, and as my father walked away, he'd turn and wink at me. He knew who really did that the night before, but he kept it a secret just for me.

Looking to the moon once more, I say a silent prayer for my uncle. Hoping someday, sooner rather than later, he will be able to overpower his brother, and be the alpha the pack really deserves. When I'm done, I lay my head back, feeling more ready than I must face whatever is about to happen. I tighten my hold on the seat, fear coursing through my body, as I tighten my eyes shut.

Taking a few deep breaths, I secretly hope it'll go by quickly. That I won't feel too much pain when it happens. If I'm lucky it'll kill me as soon as I hit the water at the bottom from the impact. Just as I think that I hear one last snap, and the car begins to fall. I expect to hear it falling to my demise, but to my utter shock it's not moving another inch. I pop one eye open, to see the big tree that was once in front of me falling down the mountain, but the car I'm sitting in is held in place.

Looking to my side, I can see why. There's a big hand covered in blood holding the vehicle in place. I hear an aggravated grunt, as I hear someone yell, "I got her Zane, Get your ass down here!" Within seconds, my passenger door is ripped from the hinges, and tow muscular arms pull me from my seat without any complications.

I don't question it, I simply wrap my arms around Zane's neck, as I bury my head into his bare chest. I feel his muscles extenuate with each movement his body makes. Breathing in his earthy scent, I feel safe for the first time in a long time. Feel like I'm finally home.