So... I had Chapter Ten mostly written before I (sadly) threw in the towel and I thought, "Well, shucks. I should at least publish this chapter and explain what would have happened had I continued the story. People deserve at least that much."

Here I am... explaining things that (even I) haven't completely thought out.

Okay, so I obviously left you on a cliff hanger at the end of last chapter with thoughts of "Who is this lady" and "How does she know who Jessa is"/"How does she know Jessa's dad".

(Also: Credit to @CrimsonOptimist for not only being an amazing friend, but a big help with really figuring out the plot! Once you're done reading, I encourage you to go check out her book!!)

The plan was that Jessa was going to spend time with this new pack, the guys helping her open up and start trusting them, while she researches what her scars mean. Originally, she thought that Tristan had wolfsbane on his claws and had basically clawed her ass during one of the times he raped her, causing scaring. Why didn't she feel the pain of them or notice them sooner? Because as Jessa was healing from the claw marks, the wolfsbane set in her skin, turning from purple to black- mixing with her blood- and stopped the healing process halfway. If all y'all have seen how Scott's tattoo from Teen Wolf (love that show!) and remember how he got it, it's similar to that. :)

After finding out how she got her scars and doing intensive research on Tristan's "death", Jessa concludes that Tristan is truly dead as Sam shows up with Blake at the Ocean Moon pack and sees that she is doing well.

But while Jessa was getting comfortable with the guys of the Ocean Moon pack and bonding with the girls, Alpha Pearl had been asking Jessa seemingly harmless questions about her old pack.

Unknowing to Jessa, Alpha Pearl used to date her Dad and was obsessed with him, believing him to be her mate. Once Jessa's dad found his mate (Jessa's mom) though, Alpha Pearl was angry and wanted revenge on him and his family. Finding out that Jessa had a boyfriend and recruiting him in her cause with promise of wealth, it evidently lead to Jessa's rape.

Since no one is aware of who Alpha Pearl really is and Jessa finally accepts Sam as her mate, everyone thinks everything is okay. Little do they know, Tristan is still alive and as Jessa, Sam, Blake - oooo, also, Blake found his mate in the Ocean Moon pack when he and Sam were hunting Jessa- and Alpha Pearl head for home.

At one point on their journey back to Jessa's father and family, Jessa get's separated from the other's - due to the mischievous Alpha Pearl, of course- and Tristan abducts her.

That was how the first book was going to end and then there was going to be a second book called MISLEAD

Which followed Alpha Samuel's life story with flashbacks, recounting his past as he searches -once again- for his mate.

In the end, you were going to learn a lot about him and about how his pack is actually peaceful and why they were rumored to be ruthless, cold blooded killers. Alpha Samuel and Jessa ended up together, Jessa actually killing Tristan and Alpha Pearl being imprisoned and sentenced to death for her crimes.

So... yeah. That was going to be what happened. Hope all ya'll aren't left hanging anymore! If you have any questions, I'm happy to answer them.

On another quick note,

Here is something that used to be in the beginning of the book after Jessa met Alpha Samuel, but I eventually unpublished and changed. It has graphic content, warning you, but nothing sexual. 

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A large black wolf leaps out of the tress onto me, knocking me back onto the sidewalk running along the tree line. My head whiplashes on the cement and I can't think straight. A suffocating weight crushes my chest, and though I try to push it off of me, I'm too weak. The wolf snarls at me, spit spraying across my face. I breathe airily when the wolf places a paw between my breasts, stopping me from inhaling. 

I see a quick second of the wolf's eyes and I'm chilled to the core. Malicious brown eyes. The only kind that belong to Tristan. I thaw out of my daze and try to push at anything I can. My wild heart is all I can hear as I frantically thrash against him. I try to inhale what little air I can, feeling the world getting hazy. Tristan shifts his weight and I inhale a sharp and painful, ragged breath. Tristan is back on me. Every inch of his naked body pressed against mine. 

Every atom in my body is repulsed and I don't stop fighting. I've spent too long taking it. I can't do it again.

I won't.

He's stronger than me, especially without my wolf. My attempts are futile at best and only slow down the inevitable. I feel like crying and screaming and dying. 

I don't want to do this again. I don't want this. 

My whole body is tensed when he slaps me across the cheek. Head cracking to the side, blood blooms on my lip. 

"Make a sound and I'll do it again, bitch." I fight down a whimper. 

Tristan's rough hands ravage my clothing. Tearing my shirt open, black wired bra and over half my cleavage spilled out for all to see. I tremble when he makes to move for my leggings. Stopping for a cruel moment, he looks down at me before snapping on gloves. 

My eyes widen with fear. 

What is he going to do?

No warning, he yanks my leggings down. Tristan holds something in a gloved palm, away from my view. Rubbing his hands together, I clench my fists and take a deep breath, ready to fight with everything in me.

That was before he slammed his hands down on my stomach, excruciating pain erupting from his touch.

I'm deaf to the screams that rupture from my throat.

Nerves set aflame, there is no such thing as thought. My body is burning; burning everywhere. Running the agonizing feeling down my stomach, gripping my hips and then moving to my shoulders, I can't breathe.

Screaming and flailing in pure agony, he stops when my arms, stomach, and thighs are burning. The fire continues to eat me alive, making my spine arch to a breaking point. I can't hear myself scream anymore, mind a tomb. 

Vision, hearing and voice gone from my perception, I lay convulsing. The flames never stop biting at my skin and they don't ease. I beg to die.

I plead over and over for what feels like hours. Then, one thought finally rings through my skull. 

Sam.

Sam.

Sam.

Samuel's P.O.V. 

I'm sitting in my guest room, watching Jessamine's window across the alley. Her dark, royal blue curtains are drawn, blocking sight of whatever she's doing. I want nothing more than to take those curtains down and kiss her. 

'You want to do more than kiss her,' My wolf snickers. 

I growl at him, finally understanding why she rejected me. It only makes sense that if she was raped, she would be scared of being with another male. It also makes sense why her brother asked her if Tristan was the reason she rejected me on Wednesday. 

Everything makes so much sense. 

I want to pummel Tristan until he can't breathe, let him heal, and do it all over again. My wolf growls and pushes to the surface. Breathing ragged, I fight him for control. Winning out I look in the mirror, eyes dark and gleaming. I breathe in and out evenly, calming myself. 

I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, wanting Jessamine more than anything when a sharp pain slams into my stomach, leaving me breathless. Not a millisecond later, bloodcurdling screams fill the air. 

'MATE.' 

I shift, hurling through the window and practically flying toward her screams. She's laying on the cement, half naked. Easily fourth degree burns cover her skin. I see Tristan fleeing into the woods and I'm torn. My wolf wants to hunt him. 

'We have to help her.'  I tell my reason. 

Despite the need to kill him, my wolf relents and I shift, cradling her in my arms as her screams turn to whimpers. My heart shatters at seeing Jessa like this. Other pack members have come rushing at her screams, but no one steps in to help me. The Alpha pushes through the crowd. His face breaks and he growls ferociously. 

"We need to get her to the hospital." 

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The day's events play through my mind as I hold Jessamine's hand, like I did the other day. This time, I know she can't hear me. Her skin is charred and muscles scorched. The sight is burned in my mind, no pun. I can't forget the sound of her screams, the way tears still streamed down her cheeks even after they sedated her. I won't ever forget it. Her body is limp, a machine breathing for her. 

The doctors said that it was the pure form of wolfsbane and because of her previous encounters with it, she can't heal as fast as she would have been able to. 

'We're not going to kill him. We're going to torture him until we die or he does. We'll make him pay.' My wolf growls, a low and guttural sound. The only reason I'm in human form is because of Jessamine. Being close to her, or just near her, sedates my anger. I lay my head on the edge of the bed, kissing the soft skin on her knuckles. I breathe in her flowery scent, clearing my mind. 

I don't know when she will wake up, but she will wake up. 

Right?

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Goodbye! It has been a short, but fun journey writing HIDDEN and I wish you all happy reading!

Love,

~S