Before I could respond I felt a presence moving closer, a pack member. No, the vibe was not the same but it also was not like the others. Jumping off Matt's lap waiting for whoever was coming. One thing I knew was whoever was coming was no longer a friend of the pack, not anymore.

Breaking through the tree line, hips swaying in her low cut dress. "How many did we lose?" Alexis called out with concern, but her eyes where bottomless pits.

The sound of her voice triggered a memory. "Oh my god it was you," I said in complete shock after recovering from the flash back. There was no love lost between us, but for Alexis to do that... "You were there."

A flashback of being held down by two men while others took their turn with me, silently begging for it to stop, it was the one of worst nights I had while in their care. I was beaten, raped, bitten, and sliced more times than I could count. While they all laughed when I could no longer hold in the screams from the pain as Mr. Whyte slide the gleaming knife down my breast as he entered me. At the time I thought I heard the giggles of a woman. Only seeing men the whole time I was there, I put off hearing that and a moan of pleasure to my imagination. Alexis voice triggered that memory and brought back more details of that room that night.

"Sam, what are you talking about?" Jack asked, taking a hold of my arm, not realizing I had moved a step forward.

Ignoring Jack, rage building I screamed, "You were fucking him when they held me down and took turns!" I could not believe it but it all came back; Alexis moaning in pleasure as Elijah fucked her in the same room willingly.

The smile that lite her face was pure sadistic, than she laughed, "Oh Sam, I do have to thank you for that. I haven't had an orgasm like that...well since Dmitri, and far longer before him." Closing her eyes, as she reminisce to that night she continued, "When you screamed...hmm...then when I saw that first tear roll down your cheek, well let's just say I seen stars right after that and I still have aftershocks when I think back." Her body shivered right before she opened her eyes. "Anyways, since the cats out of the bag, there is no time like the present to let you know Jack I am leaving this pathetic pack and joining a much stronger one," she gloated.

"God Alexis why?" Nate asked, the first one to break the silence.

Her cool presence and attitude turned frigid. "It's your brother's fault! He was supposed to take me as his mate and take over the pack. You all know he is strong enough, at the very least he should be second. All that went out the door as soon as that bitch came strolling into town," she screeched. Recovering as quickly as she angered Alexis shrugged her shoulders and said, "I have a real wolf now and the rest of you can keep sharing this used dirty piece of shit all you want," she finished, before glaring at me.

That was it, engrossed with more anger than I had ever felt before, I dove for Alexis. Tackling her to the ground, she was stunned with my strength. Alexis was not around last night and didn't know what I had become. Hands tightening around her throat staring into her eyes. My hatred was so strong I lost focus and didn't notice that Alexis' hands began to change into claws. The first blow to my already wounded hip I could not block, but the other coming for my face I did. Pushing her back, I shifted into my lion, surprising Alexis that much more as my wolf eyes stared down at my new prey. The thrill of the hunt was not in either mine or my lion's interest, all we wanted was her immediate death. Lunging at Alexis, still in her human form, my massive jaws easily found her throat. The sound of her neck snapping happened before the blood hit the back of my throat.

Using my razor sharp claws I dug into Alexis' chest cavity, my gut told me what Mason needed, just like the other instincts I have had, I knew what to do, he needed this to heal. Reaching my goal I removed the still, warm heart. Trotting over to Mason dropping what was in my mouth, nudging the breathing but still Mason. Come on Mason wake up. You have to shift. Please Mason. I begged.

Eyes fluttering, he turned his head to my. "I can't. No energy," his voice a bare whisper.

I roared with frustration, changing back to my human form. That small amount of blood or the urgency had me shift back quicker. Kneeling at his side not ready to give up, "Dammit Mason. Change," I ordered. Jack kneeling at Mason's feet I demanded, "Do something, make him change."

"Sam I..." He started.

I cut him off, "I can give him the energy. You make him change." Just like with the other things that had happened that night, I had the knowledge on what I could do and how to do it. As if my change had released all the hidden secrets locked up in my mind; the things that came with being a Tlazolteolt.

I didn't know if Jack was tired, or if he knew some of this knowledge already because he did not seem to be surprise. "Are you sure you can do this?" I nodded then he added, "Ok everybody back up," he ordered.

His heart rate not close to what it should be, bleeding had slowed but not stopped, and the gash I helped heal looked a little better. Well not getting any better nor any worse, he had to change and soon or he could still die. Wiping his brow with the pad of my thumb, eyes slit open I whispered, "You stay with me."

Lowering my mouth to his, brushing his cool lips with mine once, twice, than rested securely on his. Mouth barely moving in response to mine, "Come on Mason, you're giving me a complex here. I'm not that bad of a kisser," I teased.

A small trace of a smile curled to one side of his mouth, "No...not bad," he breathed through the pain.

This time when I lowered my lips to his he kissed me back. Soft and slow was not getting him what he needed, forcing his mouth open, focusing deep within myself finding that place of peace and love. Thinking of Mason, the love I felt for him and the way he made me feel, keeping it locked up letting it build and build until I felt the pressure ready to burst inside.

Slipping my tongue into his mouth, taste of blood mingled together from those they each had fought. I wasn't sure if it was the blood he tasted on my tongue that invaded his senses that had him react, or just the kiss itself. Tongues entwined, tasting, exploring each other's mouth, I pushed the energy that had built up deep down and let it flow through me and into Mason. Arms came around my back pulling me down against his chest, tightening as the moan of ecstasy escape both of us. Continuing to push all the energy I had built into Mason, his kiss deepened, all else forgotten.

Clearing of a throat, and growls deepening, Jack's boisterous voice said, "Uh Sam? I think he's good, unless you want to start another fight you might want to stop."

He was right, the growl that came from Mason was threatening and his strength was improving as he pulled my full weight of my body on top of his. Gently I pulled away, for one not to hurt him and the other I really liked the feel of his body against mine and what we were doing. Looking down in his glazed over eyes I smiled, "Hey. You ready?" I asked.

Lifting his head looking down his body with a growing smirk I followed his gaze. I couldn't help but laugh at his growing erection. "Yep you're ready," I said getting up to give him room for when Jack forced his change.

The second step I took my leg gave out, the one that was used as a chew toy. Matt caught me before I hit the ground. Lifting me up into his arms, Matt walked us back further out of the way. The only good thing that came out of my stay with Elijah was my ability to keep the pain inside. I learned quickly that my screams and the show of pain excited most of the men, especially Mr. Whyte. The pain shoot up through my entire body was blinding, I didn't even feel Mason shift as I had in the past. All this time my leg hurt but once the adrenaline wore off the pain seemed to triple.

Eyes shut tight, breathing shallow, ignoring everything to concentrate on the pain and not screaming. In the distance I vaguely heard Dmitri's and Matt's concerned voices. Still in Matt's arms he shifted my weight, the pain I barely had a hold of was too much as his hand brushed the bite and torn flesh that both Alexis and Mr. Whyte conflicted, letting out the first scream.

Breathing again, the warmth of Matt's body was now replaced with the cold damp ground. Pain fading back to almost manageable intensity for me, I heard a lot of commotion than a warm hand against my cheek.

"Come on Sam it's your turn to change. Mason is fine and up and eating thanks to you. Now it's your turn to take care of yourself," Lawrence said, voice strained.

"Can't...to...tired...sleep," I panted, pushing out every word in between. Hands on my body, Dmitri's and Lawrence's, that should have brought comfort seemed to increase the pain. "Don't touch me," I screamed in agony.

Hands quickly move and Dr. Bosje's voice reached through my mind and pain. "Ok Sam I am going to give you something so we can get you back home without you feeling a thing."

Taking every ounce I had not to scream again as the pain increased, I didn't move or speak. The needle he gave me barely registers until the warmth of fog started to wash over my body seconds before all went black. I think I managed to whisper, Lawrence before I lost conscience.