On the second day Mum locked me into the spare room. So far I'd been sleeping on the sofa. Thankfully I was still allowed to shower but she also kept me inside all the time. Parker had gone early on the first morning and I never thought I'd miss him. But I did. It was nowhere near how much I was missing William or Eric and the rest of my friends. And James. I worried for my brother the most. I sat on the single bed focusing all my energy on Margaret, hoping it would make her appear but she never did. I didn't bother trying to escape the room, my first attempt and knocking Mum over and trying to get out was the cause of me being locked away. I felt something around me in the room and decided not to fight that either. In some ways I guessed she was still Mum, that she still cared. She had given me my luggage and my meals were constant. Nothing fancy but food is food.

It was now heading into the third day. I had told James we would be back at the end of the weekend and that message would have been passed through to everyone. Being Monday and no signs of us, I knew the panic would have begun. Voices interrupted my daydream of home and moving to the door I was thrilled to hear Parker had come back.

"Did you do it?" Mum demanded. "Good. You can do it tonight then. I want her more obedient so once it's completed you can make her do as I say. If not I know the threat of killing you will have obeying" Her words made my blood run cold. Do what?? I stepped away from the door, looking around for something I could use as a weapon but the room came up empty. I looked at my hands, the sparkle long gone. Maybe I could bring it back?

"I'm going out tonight. I trust you'll be done by morning? On Friday when there is a full moon I will be doing it then, Mother is coming that day so the girl needs to have any resistance out of her system. Once we're finished you can do what you want with her. I don't care. Break this agreement and I make sure Eileen kills both of you," the door slamming shut echoed through the cottage and the engine of the car roared to life. I hid in the corner of the room, not sure else what else to do and waited. And waited. Finally the shower was turned on and I slowly crept to the door. Surprisingly it opened and entering the hall I looked around nervously. Nothing.

Satisfied with the noise of the shower I crept into the main room, finding my boots and a jacket I put them on and went to brave the cold of the night. What ever was happening I didn't want to stick around. I quickly pulled my boots on and had my jacket in my hands as I opened the front the door. Fresh snow covered the yard and I had taken my first step when Parkers voice came to me.

"I wouldn't run if I were you," he taunted. Turning to look he stood naked, water still running in beads down his bare chest as a towel covered his more private area. I gulped taking him in and he smirked, his eyes lighting up, as he knew I was checking him out. 'Stupid' I cursed myself and without thinking, I ran. As I got to the gate my wolf appeared urging me to stop but she was to late and as I went to cross the boundary into freedom I was thrown back as if by an electric shock. Dazed I just stayed in the snow, the dampness sticking to my clothing.

"I told you not to run" Parkers hand appeared before me and I took it as he pulled me up. The heat from his body seemed to steam as the cold air hit him. He put me over his shoulder and carried me inside, to shocked I didn't protest. He dropped me in front of the fire and disappeared into one of the rooms, soon coming out in a pair of sweat pants that hung off his hips in such a way I had to bit my lip as I admired his body again. It was pure attraction, no substance but not that my hormones cared about any of that. I don't know if it was from lack of seeing anyone else but even my wolf was eager for the interaction and thinking of William soon had her hanging her head in shame.

"Are you ok?" he asked, going into the cupboard he found a bottle of vodka and a couple of shot glasses. I nodded, shivering slightly as the wet of my clothes stopped me from getting warm. "Go change" he suggested and so I went and did as he asked. The heat from the fire kept the place warm so I put on a pink tank top and white sweatpants, heading back out he was pouring to glasses on the coffee table.

"Here" He offered me one of the glasses and I eagerly took it, ignoring the way he was looking at me. Six shots later I felt the buzz of the alcohol and getting up it hit me hard.

"More" I demanded, waving my glass in front of his face. He took it from my hand and I headed to the kitchen. Finding some Doritos I grabbed the bag and behind that was some rum. Grabbing the bottle I held it proudly above my head.

"But what about the rum?" I slurred in my best Jack Sparrow impersonation. Parker laughed and I headed back to the sofa. Taking the bottle he poured us another round of shots.

"I'm drunk," he confessed. We kept taking the shots and I wasn't sure how many we'd actually had and how many I could take. We'd have to be around fifteen if not twenty. I sat swaying on the couch, laughing at him as he rubbed his eyes in attempt to help focus.

"Me too. Did you plan this?" I accused. He looked at me oddly before a sly smile appeared on his face.

"I planned for a few drinks but not this" I punched his arm lightly. It had been nearly an hour of just talking about nothing and with the alcohol I was feeling more at ease than I had for a while. He turned to face me on the chair, kneeling up so he was at my height from the floor. I tried to focus on his dark brown eyes but it seems as though he wouldn't keep still long enough for me to look at him. I put my hand against his cheek, as if to hold his head in place and felt him lean into it as he closed his eyes. Finally opening them they locked firmly onto mine. God he had such dark eyes, they were nearly black now. They were beautiful.

"I want to kiss you," he whispered. I licked my lips in anticipation but managed to shake my head.

"I can't Parker. I love William" I dropped my hand from his face and looked down into my lap. The mention of his brother had him tense and a few seconds later his hand tilted my chin to look at him again.

"Have I ever asked for your permission before?" I knew it wasn't a question. The dominance in his tone had a part of me begging him to take control while the rest tried to resist the urges to give him. It would be so easy to.

"But...." I didn't get to finish my argument as his lips covered mine. Instantly I welcomed him, the taste of the rum fresh on his breath as this time I knew it was so much more than just a kiss. Eagerly I responded, my fingers entwined into his still damp hair. The freshness of the body wash lingered on his skin, his hands were quick to get rid of my clothing and I was quick to do the same. Somewhere in that time the coffee table was moved so we laid wrapped up in each other on the rug in front of the fire. The heat does nothing to help as my body feels like it is on fire for completely different reasons. I managed to flip us, and finding me on top amusement appears on his face. My hair was loose around my shoulders and as I bend back down to find his lips it shields our faces from the world. There was something to primitive about flesh on flesh, our bodies becoming damp with sweat as I couldn't hide the moan as we finally became one. A low growl was heard from his chest as I fell against him, taking my moment of weakness he gently guidds me to the carpet, towering over me I didn't care as nothing but raw passion flowed between us.

Every inch of body was willingly giving itself to him, eager for his touch as even that voice in my head urged me on. It was nothing like what I had experienced with William, love, so gentle and comfortable had been what compelled us; now this was just a desperate wanting full of passion and desire. It was the ultimate forbidden fruit, the extra piece of chocolate cake on a diet. It never occurred to me this was wrong, the second our lips touched common sense and morals went out the window. I needed him now.

As our bodies reached a climax I was thankful to be in a secluded forest as our screams erupted with each wave of bliss that shook me to my core. Breathless I clung to him as if life depended on it, his own breaths coming as hard and desperate as mine. He nuzzled into my left side; instinctively I tilted my head to give him clear access to my neck as he trailed kisses along my shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he finally mumbled into my ear. Before my mind could process his words I felt his lips kiss above my collarbone towards the base of my neck, which sent a new sensation of tingles through me. And then what was going to happen hit me. My wolf was back from where ever she had disappeared to and put all her power into making me move, but whether it was to him or from him I wasn't sure. Either way it was to late, my body was still miles away from the new high he had taken me too and he easily kept my body pinned down. Fear took hold of me and instinctively I knew what was going to happen. I felt the sting of his teeth biting into my flesh, the pain throbbed with the frantic pace of my heart but as quickly as it started, it stopped. It was as if fireworks were being set off within my blood, my whole body humming to a song I didn't know. I felt his release, his delicate kiss in the place he had claimed.

I felt the growl that came from the back of my throat as my hand reached up to the back of his head, roughly pulling him to me. My gums ached as teeth that weren't mine appeared and I closed my eyes as I tasted the metallic tang of his blood enter my mouth. But rather than disgust me, it sent a new sensation through me giving me the courage to bite down a little deeper. The moan that escaped him drove me on before I released him. My head swam as though a dark cloud had shifted in on the room, falling back on the carpet I welcomed the darkness like I never had before.