Scarlett

It was Blake. His gentle hands turned me around and laid me gently on the ground as I winced in pain. I closed my eyes and tried to open them. Blake's concerned face spun in front of me. My body continued to shake as the shock set in.

"I hit someone," I confessed to Blake, trying to stop my body from shaking. "They rolled off the car, but I can't find them."

"Don't worry about that," he told me softly.

"How can I not worry? I hit someone," I said angrily, but he ignored me.

"He was here," I heard Cade say angrily and then I heard something growl. I clutched at Blake's arms at the sound of the animal growling.

"It's okay, you're safe," he assured me gently. The pain in my chest worsened and I groaned. I felt his gentle hands as he began to check my injuries.

"How did you guys know I had an accident?" I asked Blake when the realization set in that we were too far away from Cade's house for them to have heard it, so how had they known?

"Where does it hurt?" he asked softly, ignoring my question as I felt his fingers brush over my temple.

"My chest," I gasped as he lifted my shirt to check, but my hands held it. "Go and get a cheap thrill somewhere else, Blake."

He let out a sigh.

"I'm trying to check your injury," he assured me. I looked at him without his image spinning and I could see the concern in his eyes.

"Fine," I relented and I released the hold on my shirt.

He lifted it and I felt his fingers brush over the right side of my chest where it hurt the most. I nearly hit him when he pushed down gently along my rib and I felt the pain flare again.

"It's bruising already, but I don't think you've broken anything," he informed me.

"Thanks," I muttered, because even though I hadn't broken anything, it still hurt.

"We need to get her back to my house," Cade said with concern as he knelt beside me. Even lying on the road in pain, I couldn't help the flutter when I looked into his eyes.

Damn the jerk!

"We need to call the cops," I insisted. How could they want to take me away from the scene of a crime?

"We can't, we need to get you back to Cade's house," Blake insisted.

"I just hit someone. They could be lying injured or they could be..." I said. I couldn't say the word.

"The person you hit isn't dead," said Cade with steeliness in his voice as his eyes looked toward the dark forest.

"How do you know that?" I asked. The more time I spent around these two, the more I was convinced they were crazy.

"I just do." His eyes settled back on me. I could see it was pointless trying to argue with him.

"What about my car?" I continued to argue.

"I'll send someone to come and get it," Cade assured me.

"But—" I tried to argue.

"You need to trust us," Cade said, cutting me off with a hard look. I was in pain and still shaking, not exactly in a state to fight him on this.

Blake's hands slid under me and he lifted me up into his arms. I winced and held my right side as it ached.

Cade hurried to the passenger side of a black Grand Cherokee that was parked a few feet away and opened the door. Blake slid me onto the back seat and I bit down on my lip to stop me from screaming out in pain.

Once I was in, the door was closed and Cade got into the driver side and Blake slid into the passenger side. The trip back to Cade's house felt like forever because every jostle of the car ripped through me and I bit down to keep from crying out.

When we pulled up in front of Cade's house, he and Blake got out of the car. I tried to shift out of the backseat, but it hurt too much.

"Is she okay?" I heard an unknown voice ask and I looked up to see the blond guy who always seemed to be with Cade.

The door opened and Blake climbed into the back seat and helped shift me out while the blond guy held my legs. Once I was out of the car, the blond guy lifted me effortlessly into his arms and carried me into the house with Blake following closely behind us.

Cade was already in the house when we entered and halfway up the stairs. The blond guy carried me up the stairs as Blake followed.

I wasn't exactly heavy, but I was surprised when the blond guy didn't seem to strain at all when he carried me up the stairs and to a bedroom.

The bedroom was huge and decorated similarly to the rest of the house. The bed, table and chairs were all antique furniture.

Cade pulled back the comforter as the blond guy gently put me down. I winced and then I slumped backward onto the pillow, feeling emotionally and physically exhausted.

"Jake, go and get Ross to help you get Scarlett's car," Cade ordered the blond guy to which he gave a brief nod and disappeared from the room. So, the blond guy's name was Jake.

Cade disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and returned with a box that looked like a medical kit. He opened it up and got some cotton out. He put some liquid onto it and then began to clean my head wound. I winced when the liquid burned the cut.

Once he was finished, he took the stuff back into the bathroom and reappeared back in the room moments later.

"I think the two of you have some explaining to do," I suggested as I looked up to Cade and Blake. They shared a look for a moment. I could see Cade was the one who was reluctant to tell me, but he let out a sigh.

"You have to keep an open mind and promise me you're not going to freak out," he told me as his eyes pierced mine. I gave him a brief nod.

What could be so bad?

"We're more than human," he began.

Yeah, they were idiots. I couldn't help but giggle. Cade glared at me and I stopped. I felt like a little kid who had just been put into my place and I pouted. Blake just shook his head at the two of us.

"We are supernatural creatures," he explained while he held my gaze. I blinked and then I looked at Blake. He wasn't laughing; he looked as serious as Cade did and I thought they were both crazy.

"We are werewolves," he stated. They both watched me as I processed what he'd told me. I began to look around the room.

"What are you looking for?" Blake asked, a little confused at my behavior.

"The cameras," I replied.

"What are you talking about?" Cade asked as he threw his hands up in the air. He was exasperated with me.

"This has got to be some sort of joke," I replied, still looking for the cameras, but I couldn't see any. Maybe they were built into the roof with only a small hole to capture what they needed to. These guys were good.

"It's not a joke," Cade said angrily. I could see he was about to lose his temper.

"I think you guys have been reading too many teen-girl books," I remarked, trying to sit up, but my chest hurt too much. Blake leaned forward and helped me sit up without jarring the injury.

"Thank you," I said to him.

Cade turned to glare at Blake and then he stalked off to the one side of the room and leaned against the wall. His eyes darkened with anger as he crossed his arms.

"We're not joking," Blake tried to explain to me as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Do you guys honestly think I'd believe that rubbish? Do I look that gullible?"

I didn't know what their deal was. Why did they keep talking about crazy, unbelievable stuff?

"We're telling you the truth," Blake insisted again.

"We're wasting our time with words, we're going to have to show her," Cade said to Blake as he pushed off the wall and walked closer to the bed.

"Yay!" I remarked sarcastically while clapping my hands like a little kid.

"Show me the big, scary werewolf." I cheered enthusiastically.

Cade disappeared with a growl and in his place stood a massive black wolf with amber eyes. It growled as it stepped closer to the foot of the bed.

My eyes remained glued to the impossible image in front of me. There was no disputing it—there was a massive wolf standing on all fours growling at me.