"No way! How did you beat me again?" Rina complains to Leo as she gently tosses her controller onto the ground.

Leo laughs, "Rina I have been playing video games my whole life. I was born to play Call of Duty."

She sighs, "Well it's no fair. I aim right at your character's head everytime I shoot and yet you manage to kill me first! I just don't get it..."

I laugh from the bed, "It's okay Rina, you don't need to be good at video games. That's a skill that doesn't matter in life." I add with a smirk.

I hear a, "hey that's not true." and a "You suck Lucia." From Leo and Derek at the same time.

We all giggle together. Everything seems to be back to normal.

My side is all patched up from the wound I got from the hunter. Luckily it wasn't deep, but it needed to be cleaned and steralized. Mom also put a lot of ointment on it and my other scratches that I attained from the fight. Greyson is back in my suite getting his wounds checked out by my Mom to make sure there were no serious injuries. I guarantee that he is fine. When I saw him shift back, he had a lot of scratches and bite marks on his body but nothing too deep.

At the moment, it is only the four of us in here. I'm watching Derek, Rina and Leo switch off in playing Call of Duty. Sadly, I don't have the energy to play right now. I won't get my werewolf strength back until my wolf returns and the wolf's bain gets out of my system. For now I'm lethargic and all I want to do is rest.

Unfortunately until I get my wolf back, I'm practically a human.

"Hey Derek," I ask, cutting off their conversation about the different kinds of guns they like to use in the game.

"What's up?" He asks.

"What ever happened to that hunter I brought back here? I haven't had the time to question him yet."

"Oh him? The Alpha and Damien took care of it." He adds non chalantly.

"Lovely..."

I frown. Wonderful. Well, looks like I will never see him again. I hope they at least punished him for what he did to Leo before they killed him. Honestly - knowing the Alpha - he was most likely tortured until he spilt a bunch of information, then tossed away like trash.

Well at least Leo is all healed now and able to shift back into a werewolf. That gives me hope that I will be able to get my wolf back soon. It's a good thing everyone got there when they did. If not, I could have died.

Speaking of which, I haven't thanked Raymond yet for gathering everyone to come get me. I should probably do that now. I slowly roll off the bed, being sure not to move my stomach too much. A lot of movement causes a lot of pain.

Rina looks up at me, "What are you doing?" She asks.

"I'm going to go see Raymond and thank him. If he didn't come get you guys, I would have been in big trouble." I state.

She smiles, "Okay sounds good. I will see you after though, right?"

"Of course, I will come right back!" I add confidently.

I walk out of the room and close the door shut behind me. I make my way to Raymond and Ruben's room. As I walk down the hall, I hear the sound of giggling. Not just any giggling, girls' giggling.

Three girls holding onto the arms of a rogue walk by me. He doesn't look very attractive, but if he has the girls giggling like that, then he must have a decent amount of money. You know, it really does sicken me a bit the way these girls act. They are so money hungry and so willing to sell their bodies to get a piece of it.

I shake my head dissapointed.

I approach the boys' room. Reaching my hand up, I loudly knock on the door. I wait a moment.

Silence.

Huh. That's weird. If they aren't in their room where could they be?

I knock again just to be sure.

"Raymon? Ruben?" I yell.

Still nothing.

Well they must be in the game room, gym or something. Who knows, maybe they are getting a snack. I will just have to find him later and thank him then.

Spinning on my heels, I head down the hallway back towards Derek's room. As I go, I suddenly hear a girl's cry.

I roll my eye. These girls have no shame. They really let out their voices when they are having sex. Some are even into extremely kinky shit. It's so weird.

"Stop!" She screams.

I sigh. Act like she really wants him to stop.

"Seriously get away!" She screams.

I grunt. I guess I should go see what's going on.

Switching my direction, I head toward the calls of help. I mean, I guess it really doesn't sound like she is in a bedroom. Maybe she really does need help. I hurry my pace to get to the girl.

"Leave me alone!" she screams.

Her voice is close. I turn down the nearest hallway and see a guy and girl at the far corner. Some people are walking by them casually, ignoring her screams. I roll my eyes. Sometimes living in a rogue pack can be a real pain in my ass. Considering we aren't technically a 'real' pack - in the sense that we aren't even close to functioning as a family - everyone just cares for themselves.

"Help!" The girl with long bonde hair calls out.

"No one is coming for you." He says annoyed, holding onto her wrist.

He has her pressed up against the wall. His whole body lined up against hers. She is wearing the typical gypsy outfit that the service girls wear. Hers is pink and gold.

"Why don't you just be a good girl and come to my room." He says as I get closer.

She grunts angrily and tries to pull away, "You don't have the money to pay so you don't get my service. Now release me."

He rolls his eyes and I stop right behind him. He is too distracted with her to notice me, "Oh come on, act like you don't want this." He adds cockily.

I smirk. Oh this is going to be fun.

I wheel my leg back and then wham! I kick him right in the nuts.

"Oof!" He yells and drops to the floor, cupping his man parts.

When he does this, the girl on the wall looks down at me. She is a little bit taller than me, but her eyes seem shocked.

"What the hell?" The guy grunts. He stands and looks toward me.

I smirk evilly and place my hands on my hips cockily, "I'm sorry, I guess I didn't see you there."

He growls, "You bitch, this is none of your business." I can see the anger growing in his eyes.

I shrug my shoulders passively, "I would say it is my business considering you were disturbing my peaceful walk." Then I frown, "And judging by what I just saw, it looks like someone here needs a lesson on how to treat women. Clearly she didn't want you touching her. So how about you learn from your mistake and then we can both go our separate ways."

His eyes start to turn black, "bitches don't have any say in this pack. You are all just useless toys for us to fool around with. Speaking of which," He eyes me up and down, "Where is your outfit?"

Okay, this guy really knows how to piss a girl off.

Anger rages within me. I hate when guys associate me with those whores.

"I don't have to answer to the likes of you." I growl through my teeth.

He laughs, "Well since you disturbed me from getting any, how about you come with me and then we can forget this whole thing happened."

He reaches out and grabs my wrist tightly. I smirk. Oh he will be easy to take down.

I twist my arm to get out of his grip, but the weirdest thing happens. His arm barely moves. I try again, but he just laughs.

"Do you actually think, as a girl, you are stronger than me?" He smirks.

My eyes widen a bit. Shit, I forgot I have freaking human strength... Now what do I do?

"Release me before I kick your ass." I threaten.

He laughs again and pulls me toward him. I try to fight back, but he is so much stronger than me that I end up colliding with his chest. I grunt and try to push off him but nothing is working.

My stomach grows nauseous from his closeness. He smells disgusting and I want nothing more than to beat the shit out of him for touching me.

"You, kick my ass? You can't even get out of my grip." He laughs and reaches down to my face with his other hand. I frown angrily, but just as he is about to touch me, another voice sounds from behind me.

"If she can't kick your ass then I will."

The guy looks up at our intruder, but I don't even have to turn around to know who it is. How does Greyson always manage to show up at the right times?

The rogue growls, "What is up with people and not minding their own business today?"

Two familiar hands grab onto my hips and pull me back to a solid chest. Relief floods my system as I relax into the comfort of his body. Unfortunately, the rogue still doesn't let go of my wrist.

"Give her back. I don't see a mark on her neck, so clearly she isn't your mate."

I frown and go to open my mouth but Greyson beats me to the punch, "Just because she isn't marked doesn't give you the right to touch her without permission. Clearly she's disgusted with you so let go."

The guy looks offended, "Disgusted? You make me out to be some ugly monster."

I snort, "You are some ugly monster."

His eyes flick down to mine, "No one asked you, bitch." He says as he flings up his hand to slap me.

I go to catch it, but before I do, Greyson grabs ahold of his wrist, "You really shouldn't have done that."

Greyson squeezes hard and I hear a cracking sound. I flinch a bit as the guy screams bloody murder, finally releasing my wrist.

Greyson still has the man in his grip when he looks down at me, eyes black, "What are the rules against me beating the shit out of this guy."

I smirk up at him, "This pack has no rules."

"Good," he looks back down at the rogue and I step aside, next to the blond who is still here, letting him do his thing. "You have two options. One, leave now and don't ever touch these girls again. Or two, fight back and walk away with some broken limbs. You're choice."

The guy seems frightened as he tears his arm away from Greyson. He growls, holding onto his wrist.

"This isn't over." He says as he turns and walks away quickly.

I smirk. Finally, it's about time the douche gave up.

I turn to Greyson. "Thanks but-"

I'm quickly cut off by this terrible screeching sound. I flinch and turn to the blonde who runs up to Greyson. My eyes widen as she embraces him in a hug. I feel a growl rumble in my chest but I hold it down. What the hell is she doing?

"Thank you so much," she coos, "I was so scared. Thank goodness you saved me."

Greyson looks a little uncomfortable as she clings to him, "Uh," he hesitates as he answers in more of a questioning manner, "you're welcome?"

My frown grows as she asks, "Is there anyway I can repay you?"

Greyson raises an eyebrow confused, "Uh no you don't have to-"

She frowns. Releasing him from the hug she grabs onto his hands, "Oh nonsense, I have to thank you somehow." She smiles seductively, "how about you come to my room with me?" She places her hand on his chest.

I cough loudly, interrupting their little moment. The blonde whips her head in my direction. Her hair flowing behind her gracefully. She frowns at the sight of me.

"Oh you're still here." She states.

I growl, "Excuse me? What the hell do you mean by that? I'm the one that saved you in the first place."

She rolls her eyes, "Well in the end, how much good did you really do?"

My jaw drops open. Can you believe the nerve of this girl? What a fucking bitch!

Rage surges through me.

"You ungrateful little whore." I snap.

She growls, "I'm not a whore."

I raise an eyebrow, "Oh really? Have you ever looked in a dictionary? Because right next to the fucking definition is a fat ass picture with your face on it."

She growls, "You're just jealous because all the clients think of me as their number one girl."

"Who would ever be jealous of someone being the number one slut?" I retort.

Greyson cuts in, "Um I think you guys should calm-"

We both turn to him and yell, "Stay out of this."

He looks a bit shocked but nods and steps away with his hands up. My heart grows a little less angry as he distances himself from her.

I frown at the blonde, "Don't tell him what to do." I snap.

She growls, "Are you fucking delusional? You just did the exact same thing!"

"Well I'm different than you!" I growl.

"Oh now you're asking for-" she starts to say but is cut off by another voice coming from the other end of the hall.

My body and the blonde's body freeze.

"Stop the bickering." He growls.

I turn and frown. Oh great, what the hell is he doing here?