She pushed open the door. The room looked identical to hers. White walls, twin hospital bed, white sheets, grey blanket, machines and equipment attached to the walls.

Sebastian sat in the bed the head lifted up. He turned his head from the laptop on his lap. 

"Sara. How are you?" His eyes pinched together.

"I'm okay." She felt her lips form in a smile. "Are you okay?"

"I'm a little better. I can't communicate with Taron but the silver and wolfsbane are slowly leaving my system."

"I'm glad your filling better." Sara mumbled softly.

"Come sit." He scooted over and patted the edge of the bed. "I'm sure you have questions. I'll answer what I can."

Sara sat down at the foot of the bed.

"Can you explain more about - well - everything?"

He studied her a moment with a smile. "Sure, I'll do my best. But first, I have a question." Be paused, she nodded. "Have you had a chance to talk to Steven about passing out?"

"Not really. He's at a meeting." She shook her head.

"Okay. Ask any questions you have." They spent the next hour talking.

At one point Liza checked his wounds. Sara smirked as he looked around uncomfortably as Liza checked his thigh. Sara kept her eyes off the injury. She had seen it once and had no desire to see it again.

"The redness is fading. The edges haven't started knitting but. Humm.  I'll get you a cold pack. The stitches are pulled tight from the swelling." She touched his knee. "Any tenderness here?" She noted where the tenderness started on his chart.

When Liza was done with him she turned to Sara. "Your turn." It was now his turn to laugh.

"Ha, ha." She mocked him. She held out her hand and let Liza check the wound on her hand.

"Four stitches. Looks good." Liza said. She looked up at Sara. "Any unusual pain? — Tenderness? — Good." She finished when Sara shook her head. She left a few minutes later.

"Are going back or will you stay here? You could join the pack."

"Join the pack? I'm not like you Sebastian." She looked at him sadly. Until he had suggested it, it hadn't crossed her mind to stay. She hadn't thought about leaving either.

"You are." He said. He caressed her knee then pulled his hand back. "You should talk to Steven."

"Talk to me about what?" Steven said as he entered the room. "Hello Sara, Sebastian." He smiled and walked to the end of the bed.

"Sebastian thinks I should talk to you. He said I'm - like you. He said I could join the pack."

It was clear that Steven wasn't happy.

"Okay. Thank you Sebastian." He said. If Sebastian heard the sarcasm in his voice he didn't show it.

"You're welcome." He grinned.

Sara looked at Steven expectantly. He noticed. She shifted on the bed so her body faced him.

"Okay." He said. "You are a Lycan. The fact that you didn't know that raises some questions. From the papers in Seb's car we learned a few answers. You were adopted. You were found in an ally as a newborn. Your biological mother lay with you in her arms. She didn't survive long past the birth."

Sara swallowed the saliva that flooded her mouth. His words didn't feel real.

"You were adopted at sixteen months old." His voice remained clinical but he paused. "I'm not sure how much you want me to say right now." He told her. He glanced at Sebastian.

She understood. He was asking if he could speak freely. When his eyes settled on her she nodded. All of this, or at least most, came from the files that Sebastian had. He could access the information anyway. 

"The lawyer said you were put in counseling at age six. When you were around - ten? - your adopted mother -"

"My mother and I was ten when she died." Sara corrected him with a hitch in her voice. Her voice was cold because she knew what was coming. She knew her history.

"Your mother died. You were placed in an institution by your father. Three years later he had been diagnosed with cancer. He met someone and re-married. Just before your 13th birthday you went home. Within eight months your father died, three months later your step-mother disappeared. Within one month you had disappeared."  He placed a hand on the footboard of the bed.

"The lawyer has hired multiple private investigators over the past 7 years. About a month ago they thought they found you. But you vanished again."

She shrugged and shook her head. "What does this have to do with my being a Lycan?"

"We made a few call to other packs. From everything you've said you obviously haven't shifted forms." He paused and looked at her. She shook her head. "We thought not. We've never been in contact with a Wer raised completely cut off from the paranormal world.

"Our wolves gain knowledge of what they are and what is expected of them from the mental link with their families and pack. You didn't have this. So its understandable that your wolf didn't know she was a Lycan.

"However, we don't know why you haven't shifted. It's a natural instinct in healthy Lycans to shift around fourteen. For some unknown reason you haven't."

"Fourteen?" She asked. Her mind played through her memories of of her first year alone.

"Yes. But there have been shifts that were later. At age six or so we contact our wolves. We have years to get to know them, for them to know us. The bond between us strengthens. Shortly after puberty we shift for the first time. We've been able to learn that the closer we are to our wolves the easier the first shift is, as well as it can happen earlier then usual."

Sara shifted uncomfortably on the end of the bed. Did Lycans have to be close to their wolves to shift? She stood and passed the the room. Sebastian and Steven remained silent, letting her process all the information.

If it were true then maybe, just maybe, she hadn't shifted because she had grow up to resent the voice in her head.

"Do Lycans have to be close to their wolves to shift? If they hated each other would they still change forms?" She asked looking directly in Stevens eyes.