Eyes opened, hands, feet, legs and arms everywhere, everyone from what I could tell was still fast asleep. Gently moving body parts that covered mine body, I wiggled my way out needing some time before the others woke up to go over everything that happened during my first moon. Successfully I moved into the woods unnoticed, not travelling too far off but far enough to have the illusion of being alone.

Finding a flat piece of ground I sat with my knees curled up to my chest taking in the crisp morning air. A shiver ran up my back when the wind blows. I really need to find some clothes, I thought. "I can get use to this, not jumping when someone comes up behind me," I said feeling Matt's presences. "Are you still talking to me this morning or was last night just a fluke?" I added letting the hurt I felt in my voice over the way he had ignored me since before I was kidnaped.

"Will you walk with me?" his tone curt. I was about to protest it was getting cold and I was naked but before I could a soft blanket was draped over my shoulder.

Standing up, wrapping the blanket tight around my body to fight off the chill I nodded and followed his lead. After a few minutes of silence and walking further away from the others to the point I could not feel any of their energy I said, "Matt?"

Cutting me off, a couple of feet ahead with his back to me, he said, "I think it will be best if we keep our distance," his voice firm and cold.

His words didn't surprise me but the tone did and not understanding why he felt that way. Since he wanted this talk, now was the best time to finally get some answers. "Why? What did I do to offend you? I thought we were friends," I asked still talking to his back, keeping my voice level and not letting the hurt show.

Matt lets out an unpleasant bark of laughter out. "Not everything is about you," he sounded disgusted.

Hours ago he stood with Mason between me and the others when the unexpected happened and we could talk through our minds. He was one of the very few who didn't seemed to be disgusted by what I had become. Now he was mad for some unknown reason. He wasn't the only person with a chip on his shoulder, my good friend anger came into the mix. "What the hell is up your ass," my voice rose, "If you don't want to be my friend than at least be man enough and say it to my face instead of me talking to your back."

Spinning around, he had pinned me to a tree too fast and to unexpected for me to react. Eyes wide, smelling my own fear staring at the angry twisted in his face. "I do not want to be your friend," he hissed, voice cold as ice.

I was reaching the point past scared to terrified, he had to of smelt it and softened his tone and closed his eyes, "Sam." he sighed with regret. Face inches away he looked deep into my eyes. Those beautiful soft violet eyes. "I don't want to be your friend. I want to take you up against this tree. I want to hear you scream my name as I slam my cock into you. I want you to forget about the others and be with me," his voice a growl of frustration.

His body firmly pressed against mine, his hand tangled in my hair firmly. My body was conflicted, the act reminded me of those times with Mr.Whyte but the eyes that stared into my soul were not threatening, they were Matt's. "Dammit Sam, I'm in love with you," he confessed right before slamming his lips against mine.

My brain was still back at "scream my name as I slam my cock into you and," and my body was between cold with fear and hot with need. I didn't have a chance to decide what to do; as hard and fast as the kiss started, it ended just as abruptly. Matt pushed away from me and ran into the trees, at the last second before he was out of sight he changed into his lion in mid leap and let out an agonizing roar.

Sliding down the tree, ashamed with myself for not seeing that coming and hurting someone who I cared for deeply cared for. I wish I could give him what he wanted but I couldn't. Hell I still didn't know what I was going to do about my own love life. The one that seemed to be taking a drastic change. One day I would really have to sit down and think about it. I really had to be honest with myself. Things were changing to quick and to drastic. I needed to deal with this sooner than later. The question was what was actually more important to me now: my love life, more like the sham it is in. or what has happened to me involving the change

With all the mixed up, emotions I had I let myself cry out of misery, sorrow and confusion. I needed help. I needed to talk to someone who could help me understand about this life and also what I had gone through. But who do I ask? Could I ask for help? That idea alone made me miserable.

Feeling the hum of energy increasing and fast, I wiped away the tears and blocked my own frazzled emotions. They were worried when they woke up and I was gone and Matt's roar added to their fear. Feeling more like myself then I had in the past couple of weeks, I stood took a couple deep breaths, calming myself down before they reached me. Not surprised to see Dmitri, Nickoli, Mason and a few others, I pasted on my best smile, I didn't feel even close to having, to greet them and pretend all was ok in life.

Deciding to play dumb I said cheerfully, "Good morning. Where's the fire?"

They all looked at me with suspicion and at each other. Dmitri was the first to speak, "Why did you leave without waking anyone?"

"I went for a walk with Matt," which was true, I started to walk back towards the den where the others waited.

Mason knew something was up, he narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Where is he?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I think he went home and I decided to head back before someone or someone's came running with their heads cut off," I said trying to put the attention on their behaviour and not mine.

Lawrence came from behind a tree, arms crossed over his bare chest looking at me, more like looking through me. Looking elsewhere, avoiding the scrutiny of his look I felt a hum in my head. Concentrating on it I heard Lawrence's voice. This was unexpected, I thought it was just when we were in their animal form that it would only happen.

"Where is Matt, Samantha?" he asked knowing I knew more than I said. "That was him I heard and he was upset. What the hell happened?" he demanded.

Flinching from the loudness and tone, I kept my eyes evaded and thought just to him, "It's personal." Out loud I asked, "Is everyone dressed and can we get back now? I am getting cold." I slammed up a wall so I could not hear Lawrence or any others, if they wanted to talk to me then they would have to do it the old fashion way.