I couldn't believe Quinn just threw that morning back in my face. The dreams I used to have every morning that woke me sweaty, aching, and frustrated. That morning during me dream with Quinn, as the leading man, I re-enacted what had happening in the dream for real with Quinn. Dmitri was shoot with a tranquilizer and we were being chased down by two vehicles the night before. I was restless and scared so Jack ordering someone to stay the night. After a restless couple of hours Quinn finally had me calmed and curled up in bed beside him. Where we both fell asleep and left his body there in the morning to play out me dream.

I was horrified as the memory of that morning was clear as the day as if it happened that morning. Pissed he said it in front of Lawrence and betrayed that he broke his promise. As my anger rose so did my beasts. One second Quinn's body was pressed against mine with his hot breath against my cheek and the next he was crumpled on the floor across the room.

"Come on Sam, control it, control them. Put your beasts back if you can. Or is the urge to rip my throat out to strong." Quinn's gravelly voice made me see red. The blood lust was intensifying and my ability to think straight was blurred.

"Or are you just a bitch in heat? Is that what you want Sam? Is your wolf stronger than you? Does she want to be dominated? Does she want me to knock her to the ground, with your ass up in the air and give her my cock from behind?" The growl in his voice seemed to flip the switch. The blood lust still lingered but the lust my body felt and that was constantly on my mind surpassed any other thought or emotion I had left.

My wolf was the one who pushed the blood lust away. Quinn's wolf scent was intriguing, his deep growl touched places deep inside me that no fingers could ever reach. My wolf's image of us on all fours with Quinn draped over our back, holding us in place while taking control and entering us was all she wanted and wanted it now.

My body ached to be near him. What little of my mind was left tried to climb my way up, but as my wolf began to take control my lion blocked me from taking back control. It was like being shoved into a ten-foot wall. Even though there were foot holdings I could use to pull myself out my lion stood looking down at me snarling to stay put.

"No. Look at me. Sam you can do this, push your beasts back, Sam." I could hear Lawrence's voice faintly. My lion recognized the Pride leader as well, giving me the chance I needed to make it up the last three feet to swing my leg up while my lions attention was on the Leader of the Pack.

My wolf was no longer ahead of us, as I turned frantically looking around in my mind, our little personal forest. I could no longer see my wolf or sense Quinn's wolf. Now side by side with my lion, I took that final step, struggling to push through the invisible barrier; air around me thickened closing in around. Every inch I moved it was like fighting against silly putty. Yes I moved further but not really getting anywhere. Using all my strength, I focused every thought on breaking through and taking back charge of my body. Showing my beast that although we shared the same space, I was Dominate and I was willing to give them their time but no matter what I was in charge.

"That's it Sam, deep breaths. Good girl. You are in charge not your beasts," Lawrence's reassuring words gave me strength.

Eyes closed, breathing deep, I finally truly felt in control of my body and emotions. My lion was close but she was no longer a threat in taking over. Exhausted, I leaned into Lawrence wrapping my arms around his waist. "Thank you, Lawrence."

His hands moved from my face to my shoulders moving down until they encircle around my waist. Holding him tight sinking into the comfort of his arms, face snuggled in the crock of his neck taking in the familiar scent of home. My lion, that never went back to rest, hesitantly moved forward. I wasn't the only one who needed Lawrence's contact,

She very much liked what she smelt; the leader of her pack, one that was strong enough for her and myself, one that I had wanted before and the lion thought she, both of us should have now. The thing was she was right about one thing. There was more than just feelings there, more than just his strength. There was just more.

My lion seen the mistake my wolf had made, she was too forceful, not graceful in her movements. In order to get what my lion wanted she had to sneak up on me, she had to dominate me but not charge through.

"Sam?" Lawrence started to push me back with his hands on my hips.

I held tight. "Just hold me please. It has been a hell of few weeks. Lawrence, I killed two people and feel nothing. Just...please...I need to feel. Feel something good, something safe, something...I need to feel home. You haven't been here in two days! Please don't stay away that long. I really do need you even if I say I don't," I mumbled against his neck. I knew just what state I was for me to confess what I did.

I heard some shuffling and then Lawrence say, "Everything is alright. Close the door please." Enjoying the feel of his body against mine and his scent with every inhaul, I wasn't sure who just walked in and didn't care. "Why don't we sit down," he said, pulling me back by the chairs. "Talk to me, Sam."

Shaking my head I clung on to him refusing to move. "I killed, Lawrence. I should feel bad, but I feel nothing, which makes me feel bad. And...and my beasts want..." I trailed off.

Pulling away, taking my face in his hands looking into my eyes, Lawrence said, "Sam, you had no choice. They gave you no choice. It was you or them, and I and the others are very happy it was you that survived." Looking at me , really looking at me he asked, "What does you beasts want? Sam you are in charge not them. They are just a piece of you."

I was already shaking my head. "No Lawrence. They are more than just a piece of me. It feels like I am sharing my body and my mind. I don't know if I can control them or if they will let me. They think for themselves." I closed my eyes; the intense gaze from Lawrence was too much. I felt like I was failing him.

"Like right now, my wolf is content either because she can no longer scent Quinn or any other wolf or because you are here and my lion is extremely happy about that," I let out a small laugh. "She thinks she's being sneaky and I don't know she is creeping closer."

The look on Lawrence's face was not comforting. "Uh Sam, they are a part of you not a..." he seemed to be looking for the right word, "they are not an extra limb. Sure they have their instincts. Their animal instincts but they do not think like us Sam. It's been a rough few weeks, you're tired. You need food, and lots of it, and sleep."

This was exactly the reason I kept quiet and to herself. They didn't understand. My beasts were more than just a part of me. They had their own personalities, their own wants and needs. To prove my point I let my lion move up, my lion knew what she wanted and I needed people to understand more than anything else. Plus I trusted Lawrence with my life and with this more than anyone else. He truly did feel like home to me and not just my beasts. I needed to prove to them I was not crazy, I had to prove it to myself as well.

I lifted my face and stared at Lawrence. Eyes slightly widened, confusion, and concern clear on his face. "Sam?" he asked.

"No. Well she is here but not. You know who I am, Pride," Lioness purred, trailing my hands from his back to along his waist feeling his hard muscled abs. Lioness could scent his lion responding to me. "Come out and play my Nemean." I nipped his neck.

Lawrence jumped back out of reach. "What did you just call me?" He asked in shock.

Before the Lioness could answer, Jason barged in. "Lawrence. Sam," he said, head bowed, "Sorry for the interruption, but there was...is a phone call and Joseph doesn't look to good. Whoever is on the other line has him really upset."

Sam still in the background in my own mind and body leaped forward, easier this time because Lioness was not fighting me to take back full control of what's mine. Without a word or backward glance, I pushed past Jason and ran into the living room.

Jason interpretation of "upset" was greatly understated. Joseph stood against the wall, phone still in his hand, arms down by his sides, looking green showing way to much white in his eyes staring aimlessly at nothing particular.

My presence seemed to snap him out some. Slowly turning his head in my direction he opened his mouth then shut it and opened it again. Now back to myself, I stood in front of him placing my hands on his face. "He has her," he whispered. A tear trailing down his cheek, he gulped, "Oh god he has her."

"Who has who, Joseph," I kept my voice soft and steady. Whatever was going on I knew it was bad.

"Suzie," panic was creeping up in his voice. Grabbing me by the shoulders tightly, almost too tight, he said, "Elijah has Suzie. He has my sister!"