Finally out of the house and on the road, Dmitri was not happy but he never was when I was about to do something he did not like. Trading myself for Joseph's sister and back into the arms of the enemy made things that much worse. By the time I was getting into the car I was either fighting or pissed at most of my closest friends.

Joseph sat quietly beside me because, even though Elijah said he was no longer welcome, it was either he came or they threatened to lock me in one of Jack's containment rooms (A jail cell in Jack's basement). The thought of being locked up had me almost agreeing to anything they wanted. Their threats are what started the major fight.

Before we left I called Elijah one more time to inform him that Joseph was coming with me only to take his sister and would leave. Unfortunately there was no answer, after the third attempt I gave in and left a message. After some of Jack's men did some computer stuff they confirmed that the number was an untraceable cell phone number, so I decided he was just not answering the phone because it was me.

Twenty minutes from the drop off point I started to have a hard time breathing. The thought of going back into Elijah's care was the last thing I ever wanted to do. In the car with me was the still quiet Joseph, Lawrence, Jack, Quinn, and Miles who was Lawrence's, third who I had met and didn't know anything about him besides he is on the uptight side but seemed to be a decent guy. Somehow I won him over at the first BBQ when the pack and pride met. I gave him a ball of katnip to play with. My smart ass ways seemed to win him over.

Miles was driving with Jack and Lawrence both in the front, while I sat in the back between Joseph and Quinn. As my breathing turned into hyperventilation, Quinn rubbed small circles on my back pushing me forward and telling me to take deep breaths. His touch and soothing calm words did nothing to calm me down. Distantly I could hear other voices but could not make them out. At this point I was willing to pass out and forget about what I had to do. Never mind seriously thinking that I could pull any of this off. No, something bad was about to happen. I could feel it sing through my bones.

I faintly felt a firm grip in my hair before being jerked in an upright position and turned towards Quinn. Eyes losing focus, black dots replaced with Quinn's attractive face, I did not see him moving closer. I swore I heard him say, "I'm sorry" right before cover my lips with his. A spark of familiarity hit a few seconds later while he kissed me. Body stiffened, breath caught and my eyes cleared. A memory of his lips on mine, his hard body pressing against me, wanting, needing more but he would not comply.

When I had first moved into town and met the shifters I had become very attached to them (the wolves especially) and started to take on traits very similar to theirs. There touch would calm me as it did for them. And one of the biggest problems and side effects was the increasing sexual desire I had. It was at the point that every morning one of my friends, loved ones, or whoever I saw the day before would end up being the main attraction in that nights x–rated dreams.

His kiss brought back that one morning where I woke up mid dream with our lips locked and my legs wrapped around his thighs. The feel of his bare chest against mine did not help. The embarrassment I felt was colossal and after a couple hours of cat and mouse, Quinn finally cornered me and we talked about what happened, what was happening and gave the me advise: talk to Jack. I did and since then I started to control my emotions and sexual frustration in a few different ways. I haven't woke up in sweat filled sheets from my dreams in weeks and that helped out a lot but I still had my moments. There were a couple males I had to be extra cautious around.

Now those soft memorable lips snapped me out of the growing panic attack and switched into my growing libido. What was supposed to be a quick kiss to snap me out of my fears turned quickly into a steamy desperate kiss. I balled up his shirt into my fists pulling him closer. Nipping his bottom lip got the outcome I was looking for. His growl came deep in his chest as he opened his mouth allowing entrance for my tongue. The taste of mint undid me, moaning I struggled against the seatbelt, trying to get closer. Hand on the button I felt water fell between our faces.

The unwelcomed shock had me pull back quickly gasping for air from Quinn's kiss and the water that somehow went up my nose. "What the fuck," I gasped frantically wiping off my face. Eyes cleared, I saw four sets of eyes staring at me. Miles' from the rear view mirror looking amused, Jack trying not to smile, Lawrence did not look impressed at all, almost angry, and he was the one holding the now empty water bottle and Joseph still had the same blank face on that he had since an hour after he attacked me.

Jack cleared his throat, more I thought to wipe the smirk off his face and said, "There are unmated males in this car Sam and the amount of pheromones you two were spreading poor Miles here was having some problems staying on the road. Hell I was having problems thinking straight."

My face turned a brilliant shade of red and just increased when I felt Quinn shift beside me to a more comfortable position as his pants grew tighter than they were.

Lawrence shifted his gaze to Quinn and it was not a happy one, as he too seen how uncomfortable he was now and said in a cool tone, "Since you are feeling better it's time." Just then I felt the tires hit gravel as Miles pulled over.

Even through my embarrassment and the momentary sexual endure I started to panic again when Joseph and Quinn opened their doors and got out. Following Quinn out my legs were shaking and my hands started to tremble. I heard other car doors open and Jack and Lawrence commanding the others to get back in their cars. Quinn was about to reach out for me but a firm hand wrapped around my arm and tugged me away. I seen the nasty look Quinn gave the person beside me before I realized it was Lawrence. His hand on my arm was not a gentle touch but was thankful for it, it was helping me think.

Pulling me twenty feet away from the others Lawrence pulled me around to face him. "You can do this. Don't let that son of a bitch control what you feel. You are the only one that controls you and your emotions," he said his voice cold and eyes even colder.

I didn't understand why he was so mad and why he was acting this way. And I wasn't sure I could pull this off without losing it completely. "I...I don't," I stammered. This time was different than with Mr. Whyte. I was different. I knew I could take him on but Elijah was an Alpha and I was pretty much going to be alone as soon as Joseph grabbed Suzie.

Shaking me, he growled, "Dammit Sam you wanted to be the heroine so start acting like it. If not get your ass back in the car and we all go home."

A part of me was mad at him for the way he was treating me and the other, winning part, was scared and confused. Standing up a bit straighter, not trusting my voice as my throat burned with the urge to fall apart and cry, I pulled out of his grip and briskly walked away that turned in a jog then a full out run.

"You come back to me Samantha! In one piece!" Lawrence's rang through my head. What do you say to that? Nothing. I said nothing.