The next morning was groggy, but tranquil. Being inside a house felt standard, that was something Skylar was craving. The man had place a brush on a dresser, along with many other hygiene products. Using the brush felt like heaven, and being able to use shampoo was almost breath-taking. The new dress that laid against a wooden chair was the most superior feeling. It was perfectly folded up and pampered. Once she got dressed and cleaned up, she walks to the kitchen.

The kitchen was small and very plain. Everything was made from wood or metal. She didn't mind though. It beats sleeping in the woods with him.. Baldwin stood over the sink, washing out some coffee mugs. He slightly hummed to himself and swayed side to side to his own rhythm. Not wanting to disturb Baldwin, Skylar sits at the kitchen table.

"Want some coffee girl? One of the youngsters grew the beans." He sits across from Skylar, and hands her a hot cup.

She smiles at him and says, "Thank You."

The coffee felt cozy in her hands. She wanted to press her chest against the cup, to try and get rid of the goosebumps that lingered on her skin. This was complete bliss to her.

"Ready to talk now?" Baldwin asks, while he stirs his coffee with a spoon.

Skylar takes a small sip of her coffee, trying to calm her nerves. Would he believe her?

"Yes. I think?" she places the cup down and tries to focus.

Baldwin places the spoon on a napkin and relaxes in his chair. For a quick second he runs his hand in his dusty beard. He looked sorta confused, but confident.

"Go on. Don't be sh-" His voice was over powered by the sound of a door slamming shut.

Both of them slightly jump. Skylar, who had jumped the highest, had knocked over her cup. The hot sticky liquid covered the surface of the table. Quickly, she tries to clean it with Baldwin's napkin.

The noise was followed by a voice, a firm and demanding voice. "Dad? You home?"

Baldwin grabs some more napkins from the cabinets while shouting, "Yeah kiddo, in the kitchen."

A young man, somewhere around Skylar's age stands at the kitchen entrance. His hair was short, brown, and rugged. The man's jawline was sharp and razor edged. He looked firm and in charged. Everything about him looked mean and unwelcomingly handsome. His presence alone intensified the room.

His keen eyes darted at Skylar, who was helping Baldwin clean up. He looks down on her with superiority. The look on his face hardened when they make eye contact.

"Who's this?" He asks Baldwin, almost acting like Skylar wasn't even a person.

Baldwin looks up at his son with a smile. He throws a soaked napkin into the trash before answering him.

"This pretty lad, is Skylar. Found her all by her lonesome." He playfully pats Skylar on the head, as she returns to her seat.

The man looks at Skylar. His eyes somewhat lighten up, as he tries to examine her. Skylar stares in front of her, intimidated by his looks alone. Without saying another word, he takes a seat next to his father. Suddenly, everything felt awkward.

"Uhh.."Baldwin tries to break the strange atmosphere, "This is my eldest, Aron."

Skylar forces her timid nature to speak out to Aron, "Hello."

Aron glances at Skylar for a brief moment, before staring at his dad. His eyes were fueled with aggressive anger. Something was wrong and Baldwin's goofy smile, quickly turns cold.

"Really? Your gonna have guest over when Sam is missing?" Aron's tone was very harsh and strident.

Baldwin glares back at his son, then towards the ground. The look of guilt and sadness lengthen around his round face.

"Aron, please." Baldwin sighs before adding on, "Not now."

Aron places a hand over his face and slides it down to the bridge of his nose. He lets out a shattering sigh, as his body naturally tries to calm itself. He had realized his anger got the best of him, and he didn't want to humiliate his father.

"Sorry.. It's been a bad day." Aron speaks out. To who? Skylar didn't know if he was apologizing to her or Baldwin.

She felt bad for Aron, she couln't stop herself from speaking out. "It's alright. Anger gets the best of us sometimes."

She was quiet and they probably didn't even hear what she had said, but Baldwin did. He smiles at her comfortably.

"I wouldn't really say it's anger. Its the unbearable feeling of being helpless." Aron snaps at her rudely, before looking at his dad and spiting out. "I've searched everywhere for him. All i could find was his stupid fucking knife."

Aron hands his father a knife. It was long with a brown lathered handled. Carvings on the side spelled out "SAM". Baldwin takes the knife from Aron, and studied it. His eyes go slightly droopy and his grip tightens on it.

That knife... skylar stomach starts aches with pain, as she is reminded of the blade sliding into her lower stomach. Introducing her into a whole new world of pain. Sweat almost immediately forms on her forehead. A wave of shock and coldness sweeps though her body and towards her head, giving her a nasty headache.

He shoves the knife into his back pocket and scratches his shaggy beard. "Aron, this is family business, that needs to be discussed privately." He looks at Skylar, "We have guest, keep your emotions at bay."

For the first time, Skylar saw his serious side.It was clear he didn't want her to hear anything about their personal life. She didn't want to hear anymore, now that she knew she was the leading cause of it. Without realizing it, her breathing was selling her out. It was increasing at panicked speeds. Her hands start to shake rapidly, causing her to quickly shove them into her lap. Trying to look calm was almost impossible for her right now.

"fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!!!" vulgar words chant in her mind.

Aron was to busy starring at his hands, lost in depressing thoughts about his brother, Sam. Baldwin on the other hand stares at Skylar, with a concerned look.

"Skylar, You alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." Baldwin slightly stands up, unsure if she was about to pass out. He looked like he was about to catch her, if she did.

His voice was blocked out, by Skylar's screaming thoughts. Her eyes dart to the corner of the room. She refused to look at them. She knew her face would uncover everything. They would know something was up, just by simple eye contact.

Skylar unwillingly attracted Aron's attention. He watches her with an unsure look.

"Where did you find her?" Aron's eyes narrow on Skylar.

"In the stream next to the lake." Baldwin replies.

Aron gets up from the table, keeping his eyes on her. Skylar felt so out of place it was such an undesirable feeling. She nervously rubs her feet together under the table, while her hands began to sweat between her thighs.

"The lake north from here? Isn't that a common breeding area?" Aron voice takes a cold and nasty turn.

He spoke almost like a monster. It made her feel used and disgusted with herself. A small whimper squeezes itself from her lips. He stood completely up from the table and took a defensive stance. Skylar felt like she was gonna be attacked at any second, but she couldn't bring herself to move.

"She was alone. You know how them beast are Aron." Baldwin stands up and places a cold hand on Aron's shoulder, "They would never leave a mate alone. Its a fact."

"Bullshit." Aron growls at him, taking his attention off of Skylar and on to his father. "Them fucking beast are probably the cause of Sam's disappearance!"

With the freshly fueled anger, Aron snatches Skylar's wrist and jerks her up into the air. The sudden movement caused her to grab her lower stomach in pain. Her stab wound was still tender and healing. Aron notices her instinctive actions to pain. Without saying another word, he rips a part of her dress exposing the wound, that was perfectly patched up with Sebastian's webbing.

He starts to chuckle, before turning to face Baldwin. "Its a fact huh?"

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It would mean the world to me if you guys let me know how i did on this chapter. I'm really sleepy, and im scared it's jumpy or not good enough. Don't sugar coat anything, let me know so i can fix it