AN: Will has stark white hair.

As Verena, Beth and I lick the salt off of our hands before downing a shot, I realize that I have no idea how we got here and that I truly don't care. It's a first for me, this carelessness, I want to keep the sensation going.

The lime I pop into my mouth has nearly been sucked dry by this point but I can still get a little something out of it. From my standing position at the bar, I can see that everyone's here and then some.

The underground bar is wholly unlike the first one Verena took me to. This one is more exclusive and that's not just because of the limited numbers due to the smaller space. Apparently this bar is only for supernaturals of prestige and pedigree, which made me question how I was allowed in.

I try thinking on how long we've been here but then the thought evaporates.

"Dance with me." I feel his hand on my waist and instinctively I turn more into Will's cool body.

"No." My mouth says even as my heated blood seeks out his for relief. An ache and the alcohol remind me just how long it's been since I've shared my bed.

I hate this fae but the burning passion I have to maul him can easily be used in other ways.

His smile doesn't waver at my answer, it only gets wider as I ruthlessly scan his body. He isn't wearing a shirt but a cardigan type jacket that drapes around his chiseled chest. His white hair is loose and I can't control my raising hand from feeling its softness. A lock of his hair gets looped around my fingers and I tug the piece, hard.

His tongue glides over his teeth to remind me how sharp they are.

"None of us should be out tonight, especially since we have the rally tomorrow." David groans as he floats up to us. Katy comes up beside him to order another drink before rolling her eyes. She's dressed to the nines in a leather bustier and a matching mini skirt. Her hair is curled to perfection.

No one is telling this female she shouldn't be out tonight.

David's words don't disrupt anyone's mood almost as if we all agree beforehand not to give a damn. Even he doesn't take himself seriously but it's almost like he wants the words to be said just so no one calls him out as a chill guy.

Will completely ignores the ghost, he and I are in some sort of staring match or a battle of wills (pun intended). I feel as I did when we first met and I have to look away so I don't cause another scene.
He takes this as a victory and guides me away from the bar.

I look to Verena and Beth to use as my excuse but notice them both missing.

So much for girls night.

There are red velvet booths everywhere but oddly enough in the center of the room there's enough space to call a dance floor. It's circled by booths facing in but the people in them hardly glance at the female wolf and fae that step close together. 

Taking a look around us I notice why, everyone seems to be dancing with everyone. No segregation here, almost as if it doesn't matter.

Truly this island is the only place where such activity won't cause an uproar.

Feeling his hand touch my lower back, my eyes snap to the creature in front of me. Will pulls me closer with it as the other lifts mine up to his mouth.

I hold in my breath as his touches the palm of my hand. So focused on what he's going to do, I don't notice my left hand snaking into his ridiculously soft hair.

My earth shatters the moment his lips touch my palm. I feel my nails instinctively grip his scalp tighter but his face never changes to discomfort. Breath stutters in and out of my chest, which touches his every time my lungs expand.

I hadn't realized how close we are until he lifts his head up and our noses brush along the other.

The ache once again reminds me of things I haven't felt in a long time, the alcohol makes me consider changing that tonight.

Nothing about our contact is electrifying, I only feel the arctic burn of his skin. Instead of pulling away though, my body burns hotter to counter his.

"I shouldn't be feeling this with you, especially considering I always want to rip your head off. This needs to stop." I state weakly. I can't be a hypocrite to what I said to Robert and not follow my own guidance.

This long living fae causes me nothing but trouble and unchecked anger.

"We're just dancing puppy eyes." Will comments while his fingers intermingle with mine.

"We aren't even moving." I should have noticed this earlier but it's far too easy to get lost in him. In me. In the us that he and I create.

"I can remedy that." His lips brush past my ear and my structure once again shakes.

Damn him.

The power he exudes attracts mine to match it. I should feel ashamed but I truly enjoy standing toe to toe with there being no fear from either of us.

If I left my aura unchecked, shoulders wouldn't just curl in wherever I passed- they would bow.

Our hips create friction as we move and there's no stopping the low moan that escapes. My ache gets intense.

I truly hope I have no mate because there's no facing them after this.

"What you're feeling isn't shameful." Will huffs. His tone is steel but his body stays deceptively soft against my own.

"You say that but you don't have a mate somewhere waiting for you." I snap, feeling more awful by the second.

"Faerie mate for life." I feel his grip tighten but I dig further.

"Yeah but that doesn't stop you from screwing. Some packs refuse mates who sleep around before they met. You also get to choose who you mate with. My mate is some random who could be on this island and hear about my dirty dancing with a fae." The reality has me removing myself from Will on principal.

How could I be so stupid? Not only will my future have to accept my lack but also my attraction to a fae? That's too much.

Once I take my hand out of his, Will uses both of his hands to lock down on my waist to keep me close.

"And here I thought you'd given up on finding your mate." Will's words parrot back exactly what I said to Rob earlier.

I don't know how but there's no doubt that he heard that entire conversation. But how?

"She doesn't even belong on the island much less in here!" A voice rages and my self depreciation can't help but know she's speaking of me.

Will heaves in a sigh of pure frustration.

He doesn't allow me to leave his arms but I am allowed to turn towards my accuser. Slowly the makeshift dance floor clears until a female werewolf stands along with a peeved Eric.

"She can't be the Luna you need! Look at her, the bitch is even flirting with a fae right in front of your face! How do you think she'll stay loyal to you?" Her sound is familiar but I can't place it.

"There's a reason the position is named 'Alpha Female'." I state blandly before Eric can speak.
"He doesn't need a Luna or even a Beta. The position requires a female of equal footing, not his mate."

The thought of the Alpha Male and Female on the Counsel being mates disturbs me for some reason. They're meant to rule side by side, but that's it. The bond created isn't supposed to be romantic.

Everyone's eyes are on us and suddenly I become supremely aware of Will's hands on my waist. I don't shrug them off simply because I can feel the support of them, which should sound weirder to me.

It's almost as if their owner knew I needed the reminder that I'm not alone.

"You look familiar, have I gutted one of your ancestors?" Verena emerges from the shadows not at all pleased with the interruption.

She circles around the wolf before taking a lock of her hair and inhaling her scent in. When she's done, Verena steps close to Eric and watches the wolf with a raised brow.

"As if you could ever be a match for them, leech." The wolf spits.

Verena is quick to deliver her punishment.

She aims the jab right at the females pelvis. A crunch is heard and the wolf howls in pain.

At the sound of it, a lightbulb erupts in my eyes as I realize, "You're the one I heard trying to intimidate the witches."

My voice is rice paper soft but the instant, stop motion stillness in the room tells me that I've been heard.

"That's why you smell familiar." Verena smiles at the wolf's pain and lazily slides into a booth that I just notice belong to Robert and Elizabeth.

Eric's face turns into stone at this, instantly believing us but knowing he'll have to be diplomatic.

"Is this true? Are you the one trying to start a campus war with the witches?" His voice leaks authority and challenges her to lie.

"The stupid bitch is lying! How can you trust her over me?" Her wolf surfaces to challenge me and I feel a snap in my composure.

Just a tiny one.

Before she can blink, I have her jaw in my crushing grip. No one stops me as I lift her up slightly.

"Watch yourself, I don't like being called a liar especially when I can just make you howl again to prove my point. " My voice comes out deeper and I know it's because I'm angry.

I'll claim this as a victory since she still has her throat.

Her fear only feeds my anger because she could've just avoided the pain by simply telling the truth. With no other options, her shoulders curve in and I can smell her guilt.

"It's time the offended party decide your punishment." Eric's voice filters through my anger and I turn to Beth with the girl still in my hand.

The witch gets up from her seat with the vamps and walks over to the booth that seems to be only witches. Looking around I notice that all the tables surrounding the floor are split off into the different species. It's amazing how quickly a party can turn into a court room.

Will is the only one who hasn't moved from his spot. With his hands in his pockets and his eyes on everyone around us, he seems content to stay exactly where he is. His chest glistens in the lighting with every breath in but I avert my eyes to keep focused.

Beth suddenly snaps her fingers and even though we can faintly see their mouths moving, we can't hear a word they're saying. It's almost as if she made an opaque bubble.

I feel a moving of muscle and figure out that female is trying to speak. A shared look with Eric has me letting her go.

"I've done nothing wrong! We should be the only ones roaming under the moon, it's our birthright! If the witches want to be out, they should stay away from the forests. You should've been with us instead of with them." She argues. 

"We change in the full moon too but aren't wolves. Do you think shifters shouldn't be allowed to roam the fields either?" Elliot chimes in from besides Katy. He's the permanent shape shifter male on the Student Counsel but he only speaks when he has something to say.

I could tell from the first time met that he shifts into something aquatic, but I can never pin down what.

"We don't care what you shifters do. Your animals are kin to us even though you will never be pack." Her words bring up the absurdity of wolven pride.

I roll my eyes but don't comment because Beth turns back toward the group, they've reached a verdict. Two snaps from her hand and the witches are no longer blurry or sound proof.

"We have decided that since this wolf seeks to take away our rights to the moon, we will take away hers for a temporary period. When the full moon rises, she will take her wolf form underground- away from windows." Multiple gasps from wolves are heard but everyone else is silent.

This is just entertainment for the rest of the room.

"We respect the need for wolves to hunt, all we've ever asked is to have a single field for our rituals. Not once have we tried to impede on your practices but you try to take ours away?" Beth speaks with an fervor only those who have faced exclusion would understand.  

"Is that your final decision?" Eric asks in a voice used to making hard decisions.

Beth turns back to her witches and seems to feel that even though they're slightly angry, they aren't nearly as pissed about the issue as she is. Then again, only very few of them are strong enough to feel the moons pull that probably calls to her each lunar cycle.

With a barely hidden eye roll, Beth turns back to us with her head held high and her spine straight.

"It is." The strength in her voice make me think of slamming doors.

"Do you deem this punishment acceptable?" Eric asks me. His voice is clear and posture unyielding.

I look at him confused before he clarifies.

"Even though the witches set the sentence, she's a were and we both have to agree to it."

I nod my head in understanding and it takes no time at all to answer.

"We'll of course have to discuss the length of her sentence, but I think the punishment fits the crime for her and whoever joined her." For some reason my tone matches that of Elizabeth's.

The wolf turns to Eric practically pleading but his eyes barely soften as he looks at her.

"What you've done could've easily started a real war if we were not on the island. Supernaturals hardly have any land now that humans have overpopulated the earth, but you decreed that we deserve more? Countless have died from being that stupid, or have you forgotten? My sentence would have been harsher so remember this as you move forward." He then turns to the room and addresses them all.

"The Werewolves accept the punishment set out by the Witches." The final slamming door, this females fate is sealed.

Will moves for the first time since this started and starts with, "So it is said.."

"So it shall be." Every Student Counsel member present answers, the words forced from my mouth. I even see Verena say the same thing but she doesn't look as surprised.

The female werewolf falls out on the floor sobbing and I can't help but selfishly scorn her for ruining tonight's mood.