I was on my way to Emma's but I couldn't get Miss Riley's horrified face out of my mind. She knew what I was, she knew I was involved with Dean and what I was capable of. How much had she seen that night Dean had saved her?

Did she see the glowing eyes? The sharp fangs? The claws?

I pulled up to Emma's and let myself in, seeing her sitting at the island counter with Scott and two other people. She smiled, waving me in, "There she is! You've been ducked off this week Kate, why?"

I shrugged, "Just been busy, that's all."

Scott rubbed my shoulder, "With all them girls, huh?"

I smiled, playing off my uneasiness, "Sure."

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket then, and for a split second I thought it would've been Dean or Tess, but I was wrong.

It was Emily.

I read it to myself, "Hey, what are you doing tonight?"

I pondered not texting her back but me and Emily had a weird, but cool, connection. I typed back quickly, "Going out, you down?"

"Where?"

I looked at Emma who was eyeing some dude across the island, and I realized it was the guy she liked. I spoke, "Where are we going tonight?"

She answered, "It's called Pulse, it's downtown on West Street."

I typed back to Emily's message, wondering if she was going to show up. We had never really gone out in public, it was mostly a private thing we had, but I guess she was lonely.

And she knew I wasn't going to come over.

I got a message from her then, "I'll be there."

I smiled to myself, wondering if there was something more behind that text. I was praying she wasn't starting to like me, that would've been a whole other page of drama. I grabbed a shot glass that they were filling and I toasted, smelling the alcohol more than ever. I cringed, "Let's party."

We clicked glasses and made our way to the car, piling into it and heading downtown. My mind continued wandering to the three girls I had been involved with lately. Tess, who I've been nothing more than really friendly and open with. Emily, who I occasionally fuck but we have this great bond between us. Then Miss Riley, who is mysterious and so... mature, and I couldn't get enough of her.

I was such a slut.

Emma nudged me, "Who were you texting?"

I sighed, "Emily, she actually wants to hang out outside of her bedroom tonight."

She winked, "Think she wants to be more than fuck buddies?"

I felt uneasy all of a sudden, shrugging, "I'm not sure if I want to be there, especially with her."

"Why not her? You'll have the sex and you two get along pretty good."

I thought about how every human I was involved with was in danger, I couldn't tell Emma that of course, but I wish I could. It would make everything so much easier to explain...

But that would put her at risk.

We pulled up to the bar and we all hopped out, passing the bouncers with no problem and walking into rainbow strobe lights and shots. I grabbed one, smiling, "I like this bar already."

"One of my brother's friends owns this one, it's just opening up tonight!"

We made our way onto the dance floor after we took our shots and grabbed a drink, I really liked this club. It played kick ass music and they had girls everywhere...

Then someone tapped me on my shoulder, forcing me to turn around. I met those familiar sexy eyes and light brown hair, her scent wrapped around me along with her arms, "I made it."

I smiled, this was new for us, we were always touchy when we were together but it was always in private. It was never in a place like this. I smiled, leaning forward to her ear, "I'm glad you came."

I always tell them what they want to here, she looked amazing in that tight skirt, I just wanted to bring her home now. Emily and I always had the best sex, the sexual tension between us never ceased, and it always got in the way.

She pressed her chest to me, her hand grazing just behind my ear, knowing she was hitting one of my sensitive spots. I spoke, "Since when do you want to be out with me in public?"

She shrugged, "Since I kind of started missing you."

I winced at that response, I didn't know how to take it. I knew I should be happy she missed me, but it sounded so much like someone that was interested in me... someone who wanted a relationship...

And I didn't think I was ready for that.

She kissed me then, and I knew I was in over my head with this girl. She was to much like me, but she was starting to fall for me, and I knew it was a bad idea. I couldn't help but kiss her back though, and I wrapped my hand in her hair. She tasted so good, like mint, and I wanted to keep doing this, but we were in public.

We danced then, drinking and making conversation. I was starting to feel buzzed, but I realized it was like I was getting buzzed... faster. I felt Emily's hands on me, touching me as we moved on the dance floor. Her hands were draped around my neck and I was moving right along with her.

Things started to get blurry and suddenly, I felt as if I was being watched.

I tried pushing the thought out of my head because I was trying to have fun, but the feeling stayed. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing, and I knew something was going amiss. I looked around but saw no one, so I dismissed it as just my paranoia getting to me.

What if Dean was watching? Watching me party and act like an... well... act like an animal.

I started to bum myself out and made my way to the bar, Emily's lips were at my ear, "Wanna come home with me?"

I smiled to myself, enjoying the invite very much so, "Sounds promising."

Her hand made it's way down my thigh, touching me and getting a rouse out of me. I smiled, kissing her neck and seeing her watch.

We had been here awhile.

Emma stumbled over to me with the mystery guy on her arm and she spoke, "You look about ready to go."

I smiled, "I am," then I looked at Emily who was smirking devilishly, making me want her right then and there.

Emma looked at her man who was the only sober one and spoke, "Ready to go?"

He nodded, staying silent and retrieving the others and we made our way to the car. Emily had told Emma to drop us off at her place, and soon we were helping each other back up to her place. She opened the door, landing a kiss on my neck and then running up to my lips quickly.

Her body pressed me against the wall as she mouthed my lips hungrily, tasting like vodka and mint gum. I led her into her familiar room, wondering why the hell had I come here.

Emily was falling for me, and I shouldn't be leading her on like this.

She pushed me down on the bed, unbuckling my pants and pulling them off of me, exposing my legs. She climbed on top of me, I knew she wasn't as drunk as me but I was sobering up quick.

I flipped her on her back, undoing her buttoned shirt and exposing her chest, her black lacy bra looking completely irresistible. I bent down, kissing her neck and wrapping my hands around her back, finding her bra hook and undoing it like a pro.

It wasn't long before we were both naked, tangling ourselves in her sheets. My hands were running all over her skin, she smelt amazing, she tasted amazing...

But I knew what I was doing was wrong.

She was going to get attached, and I liked Emily, a lot, but I couldn't be anything more than this with her. This was even pushing it, because she was human, she couldn't defend herself.

It had been obvious, the way she had spoken to me in the club, how she had willingly come out with me in public. She was claiming me in some way, or that's what it seemed like.

I buried my face in her neck, trying not to think about that at this very moment. I felt her touching my body and how my body was coming undone under her. I bit her neck lightly, but apparently it was harder than I thought because she yelped, "Ow, shit Kate."

I apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

She pushed inside me, forcing me to close my eyes and press my hands against her back. I tried hard not to scratch her but it was hard to focus on anything but losing myself. I arched my back, closing my eyes as I moaned out, "Ah, Emily..."

Her lips moved from my hot spots to the most sensitive area on my body and I broke under her, gripping her sheets in my hand. Flashes of tonight were in my eyes, her naked body and her kisses...

And Miss Riley.

I shook my head, realizing I had came to the thought of my Calculus teacher. I panted as I looked up at Emily, she was lying on my chest, "That was intense."

I smiled, trying not to let her see that I was thinking about someone else at this exact moment. Emily looked at me hard, and I knew she saw there was something wrong, but she avoided it.

And I assumed it was to spare her heart.

I lied there silently, knowing that I was going to hurt Emily, someone who actually... meant something to me. Emily, I liked Emily? No... it was just the sex, I didn't like her more than that...

Did I?

I found myself not wanting to leave, I wanted to stay with her, just so I wouldn't have to hurt her, but it was always a bad idea. Staying meant cuddling, couple, and I couldn't lead her on like that... I didn't know if that's what I wanted.

Although, I had no choice, I was still kinda drunk and I didn't have a car, leaving would look weird.

She spoke, "Can I ask you something?"

I braced myself, braced for the crying and the heart break, I nodded slowly, "Yea?"

She stared at me, her light eyes searching mine, "Am I the only girl you sleep with?"

It was a weird question, I knew it wasn't weird for her but I didn't want to lie to her. If I told her yes she would get the idea that I liked her, and this tore me two ways. I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to make it seem like I was ok with it, "Currently, yes. What about you?"

I waited for her response, and she smiled weakly, "Yea, you have been for awhile."

I flinched at her response, seeing what I feared in her eyes at that second. She didn't cry though, she didn't even show any sign of emotion. I then stood, pointing down the hall, "I'm going use the bathroom."

She nodded silently, I tried not letting the emotions falter me but I couldn't help it. I closed the door silently behind me, sitting on the toilet and wondering why the hell I even came here. I knew it was going to hurt, and the vulnerability scared the living shit out of me.

Was I actually liking Emily more than just a sex buddy?

What could that possibly turn into, if I did allow myself to actually... like her? I studied myself in the mirror, splashing my face with water and finding mouthwash, feeling like I was a dirty person for doing this. I considered Emily a friend, but now... I didn't know.

Something inside me had changed a bit.

I actually had emotional attachments to people, Tess, Emily... and sadly Miss Riley, who possibly knew my secret.

What was changing me? It couldn't be the werewolf thing... could it? Could the fact that I was part dog have anything to do with that? No... it couldn't be.

Could Emily possibly be... my mate? Even though I was a homosexual? Could that work that way?

It sounded unreal, and I pushed that thought out of my mind immediately, knowing that was a wrong assumption.

It wasn't possible for me, Michelle had said that.

I washed my hands and made my way out the bathroom silently, seeing Emily's still body come into view. I heard her breathing, it was calm, and I knew she was sleeping. I looked at my clothes lying all over her room and I pulled them on quickly, realizing my keys and car were at Emma's still.

So it looked like I was walking home tonight.

***A/N***

So how are you guys liking this weird love triangle thing Kate has created? I find it very interesting myself... hehe. You guys are awesome, just thought I should drop by and say that because you all encourage me and compliment me and it makes my day. I'm so glad you all are enjoying it because I certainly am too. Look out for Chapter 15 soon!