Soul of the Night

Chapter One - Moonstone

"I'm watching myself drifting away. A vision so darkened, I cannot stay.
I'm reaching out wide, trying to catch myself before I fall.
Too little too late…
Can you save me?
Where do we go when we walk on light? Who do we call at the edge of night?
Carry me close like the tear drops in your eyes. All I can give you are memories, carry them with you and I'll never leave.
I'll lay my head down… but when I lay my head down, don't let me go. Hold me in your beating heart
I won't let go. Forever is not enough.
Let me lay my head down on the shadow by your side. Don't let me go, hold me in your beating heart." – Don't Let Me Go, by Raign

"Did you finally get Jake to sleep?" Alice asked, her voice quiet as she stood in the doorway of one of the spare bedroom in her house.

Samantha looked up from where she was sitting on the foot of the bed her hair was almost completely dry from the long, hot shower she'd taken before sitting with her little brother while he cried himself to sleep.

"Yeah." She answered, her voice cracking slightly as she nodded, "I don't know how he's going to get through this… he's just a kid and he's already lost so much."

Her aunt looked at her with tears in her eyes as she softly said, "He's a strong kid."

"But he's just a kid." Samantha argued as she looked down to her hands almost gasping when she saw they were covered in blood. Pinning her eyes shut she took a deep breath before she gained the courage to look at her hands again; luckily there wasn't any blood.

Swallowing hard she choked back tears of her own as she looked at her niece and said, "Whenever you and Jacob feel up to it, we can start moving stuff from your house into here. I've got some vacation time and I know David does too… sometime soon we need to sit down and look over everything, figure out what we're going to do with your mom's house and…" Her voice trailed off as some tears ran down her face and she cleared her throat, "We don't need to decide anything right now."

Slowly walking into the room she sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at her seventeen year old niece with red rimmed eyes she started to reach a comforting hand out towards her, but then pulled back as she thought back to the night of being held at gunpoint in the sheriff's station –the night that changed everything, the night she'd found out werewolves were real and her own niece was one.

It had been a few hours since the police left after getting their statements, Samantha lied and said she'd been at her birthday party that night and her aunt said that Jacob had been staying with them. It was pretty clear the police weren't very concerned with what had happened at the old bar, most of them thought the world was a better place without Ray Evans in it.

Seeing her aunt's reluctance to even touch her Sam pulled in a heavy breath and explained, "I know you saw me at the police station that night Matt had us trapped there… I know what I must have looked like, but I wouldn't hurt you."

"Logically I know that… but the logical side of me says werewolves aren't real either." She quietly explained, feeling guilty for not even being able to hug Sam after everything the teenager had been through on her birthday.

"After Jake gets settled here, I'll probably just keep staying with my pack." She quietly said. Well, what was left of her pack anyways she thought.

Looking down to the floor Alice said, "Sam, there's something you should know…"

Once her niece was looking at her she continued, "I talked to your mom earlier today and she… she was going to ask you to come back home."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she breathed, "Really?"

Nodding and wiping tears from her own cheeks she continued, "She'd been doing a lot of thinking lately and she felt awful for kicking you out like that. Your mother loved you so much, Sam. I know she didn't get a chance to tell you that before she…"

Taking a deep breath Alice gained better control of her emotions as she continued, "But I'm telling you because she'd want you to know."

Sam lowered her head and wiped her cheeks with the backs of her hands as she mumbled out a thank you. Alice really had no idea how much Sam needed to hear that from her, because she'd spent the last few hours thinking that her mom died hating her.

Reaching over Alice gently placed a hand on Sam's knee as she gave it a small squeeze and said, "You should get some sleep."

As she stood up and started to leave the room she halted to a stop when someone stepped into sight of the doorway.

Derek silently looked from Alice's frightened expression to where Samantha was sitting on the bed with her head in her hands, trying to calm her emotions and not break down.

"Uh…" Alice stuttered out as she started to walk past him, "It's Derek, right?"

"Yeah." He answered, but didn't take his eyes off of his beta wolf.

But his attention was drawn back to Alice when she let out a small gasp at remembering what his face looked like when he shifted at the police station and for a moment all she could see was his glowing red eyes in her mind.

"You, uh… you're welcome to stay with Sam tonight." She finally found her words trying to rapidly blink the horrifying images away as she walked past him out of the doorway. He gave a small appreciative nod at her words, but he hadn't planned on leaving Sam's side whether he was invited to stay there or not.

Walking into the room he shut the door behind him, when he turned back Sam was standing just a few feet away as she asked, "Well, did you find out who pulled me out of the water?"

"No. The smell of the fire is too strong… not to mention police are still combing the area. I can't catch a scent." He admitted with a frown.

She crossed her arms over her chest as she turned away from him and complained, "Someone pulled me out of that water… I just don't know who it was or why they saved me."

Walking up behind her he gently rubbed his hands down her arms trying to calm her down some, her heart sounded like it was going to beat out of her chest.

"I'll go back with you, maybe with the both of us we can…" She began to say but didn't get the chance to finish as he turned her face him and shook his head back and forth.

"If there was a scent to catch, I would have caught it." His eyes drifted over her as he continued, "You need to sleep, you look exhausted and you've been through a lot tonight."

She took a step back away from him a hurt expression on her face thinking that he just didn't want her to come with him. After all even though she'd call him from her party and told him how important it was to her that he was there, he couldn't even stop by to see her.

"What?" He questioned thrown off by her sudden change in mood as the scent of anguish laced the air of the room.

"You don't have to stay, I'm okay." She quietly responded as she crossed the room and shut the bathroom light off before pulling the door shut and walking back over to the bed.

"I'm not leaving." He argued, confused as to why she didn't want him there.

Crawling into the bed she leaned against the headboard and shifted uncomfortably on the unfamiliar mattress, she knew she needed to be there when her brother woke up in the morning but all she wanted to do was go back to the loft –to the bed that she'd been sharing with Derek.

Folding her arms over her chest she stared down to her bare legs in the sleeping shorts she had on as she replayed everything in her mind from that day, it was supposed to be a fun day; her birthday and instead it ended up being the worst day of her life.

Sitting down beside her when he heard her heart start to race he said, "You did what you had to, Sam." He knew she was thinking about how she'd killed her dad.

"No… I didn't." She admitted, wrapping her arms around herself and trembling as she said, "You didn't see what I did to him, Derek…"

"It doesn't matter." He argued, but she spoke over him as she continued, "I literally ripped him apart… tore him to shreds."

"Sam…"

But she didn't let him get a word in as she continued, "There was so much blood, I was drenched with it and you know what?" She ran her tongue over her bottom lip before she admitted, "I liked it. If I could have put his body back together to rip it apart again, I would have."

Taking her face in his hands he looked her in the eyes as he said, "That's not you, okay? That's the bloodlust and werewolf rage… that's not you. You lost control, it happens."

"I let it happen." She whispered as she turned her face away from him, ashamed at the monster she'd let herself become.

He watched her as she seemed to be trying to look everywhere in the room, except for at him.

Looking down to the green sheets on the bed he thought for a moment before he raised his head and assured her, "You spent years hating him for what he did to you and your family… it's not like he didn't have it coming."

Shaking her head she closed her eyes for a moment, "If he deserved it, why did this happen?" She questioned, opening her eyes to reveal they were glowing a bright blue instead of their usual golden yellow.

"You said the color of a wolf's eyes change if they take an innocent life... so why did this happen to me?" She asked her eyes still glowing as she looked to her alpha for answers.

With a small shrug he quietly said, "Some people might argue that no matter what someone does, they don't deserve to be killed over it."

She scoffed and started to look away but he quickly grabbed her chin holding her face still as he leaned in staring into the glowing blue irises of her eyes.

"What?" She whispered, not sure what he was doing.

Letting go of her face he said, "Nothing… I just thought I saw something." A look of confusion spread over his face as he watched her blink and her eyes go back to their human blue color.

For a moment when she'd looked at him he could have sworn he'd seen a dark purple color bleeding into the blue but when he looked closer he didn't see it anymore.

Once he'd kicked his shoes off and dropped his jacket at the foot of the bed, he sat down beside her leaning against the headboard as he also tried to figure out what exactly had happened that night and deal with guilt about not being there for her when she'd needed him the most.

Derek was shaken from his thoughts when he felt her snuggle up against his side, using him for a pillow as she scooted down in the bed some resting her head against him and extending an arm across the muscled planes of his stomach.

Looking down to her he brushed some hair out of her face as apologized, "I'm sorry, Sam. I should have been there…" In his mind it could all boil down to it being his fault, if he had been there she probably wouldn't be experiencing the state of emotional turmoil she was currently in. She had needed him and he'd let her down.

Raising her head she looked at him with watery eyes as she questioned, "Why didn't you want to be with me on my birthday? I know the party was stupid, but I didn't want to be there either. What did you have to do that was so important?"

She knew it was ridiculous to be upset at him for not showing up to her party after everything else that happened that night, but a part of her was really bothered by the fact that the one person she wanted to be around couldn't find time to stop by to see her.

"You remember when we looking into that animal attack in that little town about three hours away last week?" He quietly said as he curled an arm around her, holding her against his side.

Not lifting her head off of him she said, "Yeah, we thought we finally had a lead on the alpha pack."

"Right." He agreed, "Well, I went back there earlier tonight."

"Why? I thought it wasn't the alphas?" She pushed raising her head up and giving him a confused expression.

"It wasn't… but while we were there we passed this store and I saw something." He said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bit of orange tissue paper folded up in a square with a clear piece of tape on it holding all of the ends together.

As he handed it to her she sat up more in the bed and stared down to the tissue paper as she could feel something inside of it, possibly a chain sliding from side to side as she flipped it over and looked at the tape with a question, "You got me a birthday present?"

He silently nodded and watched her as she gently pulled the tape from the paper and opened it slowly revealing a gold chain which she pulled from the tissue paper a small gasp escaping her lips as she let the paper fall to the bed and she held the necklace in her hand her eyes focused on the gold triskelion pendant hanging from the delicate chain.

Rubbing her thumb over the smooth surface pendant that matched his tattoo she looked over at him swallowing hard before her gaze fell back to the necklace and she noticed a transparent white and gray stone with a slight blue shimmer to it in the direct center of the spirals.

Seeing what she was looking at he explained, "It's moonstone…"

"What does it do?" She asked, peering up at him before she looked back to her gift.

With a small smile he admitted, "Well, my mom used to say that moonstone was used to light your way through the darkness. But I think it's mainly a myth… I got it for you because when I saw it –it reminded me of you."

Looking back to him she asked, "But why? I mean this symbol… it's so personal for you, it's a sign of your family…"

Her eyes moved back and forth as she searched his face, her heart felt like it was barely beating as she waited for him to answer her.

Giving her a look like she should have already known the answer he quietly said, "The triskelion is really personal to me but Sam…" His voice trailed off as he thought of how she'd stuck by him through everything, even when he hadn't been the best alpha or even a good friend to her. She never lost faith in him, never gave up on him and for that he trusted her more than he'd trusted anyone in a very long time. Blowing out a heavy breath he continued, "You are my family."

Her gaze snapped back up to him with an unreadable expression as she thought to herself that this was the Derek only she got to see, her Derek. So different from the cold, emotionless exterior that everyone else saw. Not very many people got a glimpse behind that façade… somehow she was lucky enough to be one of them.

Laying the necklace back in the orange tissue paper she said, "I love it… it's perfect."

Watching as she laid the necklace down on the bedside table he opened his mouth to say something, but she turned and pressed her lips to his. Finally feeling some of the sadness inside of her start to fade as she melted into the moment with him.

It wasn't long before her breathing and heart rate picked up speed as he grabbed her sides and pulled her over on top of his lap, with a hand against his chest she could feel and hear his accelerated heart rate when his hands explored her clothed body and she felt more connected to him than ever before. And despite Lydia's warnings at her birthday party earlier that night, he was becoming her everything.

The necklace was a sweet gesture and having him admit he considered her his family meant even more. But she didn't need the moonstone to find her way through the darkness –not as long as she had him.

Despite all the bad that had happened and after the worst night of her entire life being wrapped in his arms, with his mouth now focused on her neck sending tingles throughout her entire body she felt like maybe things would be okay one day. Maybe if she just held onto to him tight enough she'd somehow be whole again.

After another heated kiss she reached between them, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off of him. Running her hands up his bare chest she held onto the back of his neck, arching her body against him as his fingers tangled in her hair. She softly moaned against his mouth when his warm hands found their way under her shirt and she focused entirely on the way being with him made her feel; it seemed like all she'd ever known was pain and she needed to feel something, anything else.

~(A couple months later)~

Sam picked up a few notebooks from the store shelf and dropped them into her basket next to the pens and pencils she'd just picked out. Summer vacation was coming to an end and she should have already had all of her back to school shopping done but she'd been focusing every minute of every day on trying to find Boyd and Erica.

So here she was picking over what was left in the store.

"This is stupid…" Isaac breathed as he walked up to her and dropped a package of simple black pens into his own shopping basket.

Looking down Sam saw Isaac's basket was already almost full –only instead of school supplies it contained a few frozen pizzas and bags of chips.

"Pizza? We're supposed to be shopping for school, Isaac." She pointed out as she looked through a stack of three ring binders, handing him the darkest colors and keeping the lighter ones for herself.

"What?" He shrugged as he tucked the binders into his basket next to the frozen pizzas, "I grabbed dinner for tonight."

Glancing over at him she argued with a slight pout on her lips, "We've had pizza every single night this week…"

"There's nothing wrong with pizza, plus since you got fired from the restaurant it's not like you bring dinner home at night anymore." He pointed out with raised eyebrows.

"I did not get fired… they just cut my hours way back." Her voice was soft and a frown on her lips as she remembered the conversation with her boss. He'd sat her down and showed her a computer printout detailing her work schedule for the past year; she'd never missed a day until around the time Derek had bitten her. In just a few months she'd racked up more missed shifts than everyone else in the restaurant combined. So she was now on probation, only getting scheduled at the most two nights a week until she could prove herself again.

"Fine." She sighed, "But we need something else besides pizza."

Reaching into the basket he proudly displayed a bag of chips causing her to chuckle as she rolled her eyes and said, "I meant something healthy!"

"One of the pizzas has mushrooms and peppers on it, that's healthy enough in my book." He countered as he stopped to look at a display of headphones, before she could argue with him about the food anymore he asked, "Wasn't your brother supposed to be coming with us?"

"I've always been the one who took him shopping for school supplies… even when we were kids my mom would give us the money and go do something else or just sit out in the car. But this year he didn't want to come with me, he wanted our Uncle David to take him." She recalled the phone conversation she'd had with her brother earlier that day.

Before Isaac could say anything she continued, "I mean don't get me wrong, I'm glad he's got our aunt and uncle… for the first time in his life he's got a stable mother and father figure. But… I'm just not used to this, they cook for him and do his laundry…"

Turning his head and looking at the other beta Isaac said, "You're jealous."

"I'm not jealous… it's just, I don't know… I grew up taking care of him and now he doesn't need me anymore." She continued as she eyed his basket before picking him out a pack of mechanical pencils and dropping them in, "I'm just so used to taking care of people, that's what I do."

Looking down to where he noticed Sam had put everything his shopping basket that he'd forgotten to get for himself he breathed out, "Yeah, I figured that one out when you started doing my laundry…"

She glanced over at him with a laugh as she thought how strange her life had gotten, being a werewolf was anything but normal. Yet, in so many aspects her life still had a level of normalcy living with Derek and Isaac at the loft. If she didn't have them to look after she was sure she might lose her mind; it was within the first week that she'd starting cooking for them and even cleaning to take her mind off of things.

Derek normally did his own laundry which she found a little comical and surprisingly domestic of the alpha wolf. But Isaac on the other hand, once she'd seen him wearing the same shirt for a week straight she'd ventured into his upstairs room and saw his dirty clothes were strewn all over the place. It was then she realized that if she didn't wash them –it wasn't to happen.

And a part of her was almost relieved to have an extra chore to help keep her mind off of everything else, and it reminded her of her little brother who's clothes also never seemed to make it into any of the hampers at their house where she'd taken care of him.

And Isaac didn't mind, well not once she showed him his clean clothes were neatly hung up in his closet after he'd gotten home and raced downstairs yelling about how they'd been robbed. Why on earth the teenager thought someone broke in and only stole his dirty clothes –she had no idea. But it was a relief that he didn't care or complain.

Every time she'd managed to get her hands on Derek's laundry and hung them up in the downstairs closet space they shared, he'd open the closet to get something then look over at her with raised eyebrows. After getting his clothes from the dryer he normally dropped the basket on the closet floor and didn't think twice about it.

With that thought her eyes widened and she said, "We need dryer sheets!"

As she started to walk away he grabbed her arm and said, "No… you don't get to pick the fabric softener out anymore, not after the last time."

She opened her mouth to argue but he didn't give her a chance as he sternly pointed out, "Not everyone wants to smell like flowers, Sam."

A smile spread over her lips as she thought of how she'd never have guessed one day she'd be living with Derek and arguing with Isaac about dryer sheets. As complicated as things were and as much pain as this world had brought her, there were parts of it she wouldn't trade for anything. But at that thought a pain shot through her as she wondered how Boyd and Erica were doing or if their other pack mates were even still alive.

As Isaac turned to walk away she called after him, "Oh! And we need more dish soap too."

He glanced over his shoulder at her and waved a hand to let her know he wouldn't forget and she laughed as she said, "There's something else I need grab, but I'll meet you back here!"

Once he was out of sight she headed in the opposite direction, her head slightly lowered and her pace fast like she was on a mission. There was something else she needed, well actually that she and Derek needed which he normally took care of but she was the one at the store that day so the task fell on her.

Glancing around she turned down one of the health and beauty isles as she made her way towards the back wall where she came to a stop in front of the condoms saying a silent thank you when no one else was anywhere around.

Her eyes darted back and forth rapidly trying to look for the familiar box, but the seconds felt like hours as they ticked by and she couldn't find the right ones. She thought of how if she didn't pick something soon Isaac was going to come looking for her and then the situation would get even more awkward.

Commanding herself to focus her eyes drifted to the prices then she paused again, thinking she didn't care how much the cost as long as they did their job.

"Oh god…" She breathed out rubbing her forehead with the realization that apparently buying condoms could be rather stressful.

Closing her eyes for a moment she blew out a heavy breath and shook her head deciding she wasn't cut out for this task after all, but just as she started to walk away she saw a familiar blue and dark purple box. With a relieved smile she grabbed the box and quickly turned to head back to the school supplies as she eyed her basket trying to decide what she wanted to hide the condoms under.

But as she turned off of the shampoo isle someone called out, "Hey, Sam!"

Spinning around she tucked an arm behind her back with her hand still holding the box of condoms out of sight.

"Oh… h-hey, Stiles…" She nervously greeted as she swung her shopping basket at her side and kept her other hand hidden.

"How are you?" He asked with a concerned expression, he knew it had been a few months since she'd lost her mom but he hadn't seen her since the week school let out when he'd bumped into her at a pizza place with Derek.

"I'm doing okay." She quickly answered taking a step back hoping to make a getaway, but he didn't seem to notice her nervous behavior as he started to ramble on about how he'd been practicing all summer for lacrosse and he was pretty sure he'd gotten good enough to make it off the bench for the upcoming year.

"That's great, that's really great!" Sam congratulated with a smile almost as wide as her eyes as she tried to plan her escape, but the other teenager just kept talking.

"Hey Sam." Scott greeted with a friendly smile as he walked up to them.

"Oh god…" She breathed out before flashing him a smile and saying hi.

Looking at the basket she was still swinging at her side he said, "You shopping for school too?"

"Yeah…"

"Me too." He said as he displayed a scientific calculator and said, "Now I know why the teachers are always on us about not breaking the calculators; they're really expensive."

Letting out a loud laugh she looked around, hoping they were in a hurry and would leave her alone so she could just pay for her items and leave. But the situation become infinitely more awkward as Isaac found them, immediately picking up on Sam's uneven heart rate he asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but we need to go… we have that thing." She said, hoping he'd just go along with what she was saying and get them out of there, but instead he shot her a confused look and asked, "What thing?"

"You know… the thing… the thing with Derek." She stammered out, feeling her cheeks starting to heat up from embarrassment and her nerves being fried.

"What?" Isaac asked turning to face her with furrowed brows.

Stiles and Scott exchanged looks and shrugged, not sure what was going on but just when they were about to leave, Isaac asked, "What's behind your back?"

"Who, me? N-nothing…" She stuttered but before she had much time to react he reached behind her and plucked the box out of her hands, causing to her to squeal out, "Isaac!"

But it was too late he saw what she'd been hiding and now Scott and Stiles did too.

Scott shot her an empathetic look as he stifled a laugh and glanced down to the floor.

"Well…" Isaac breathed looking down to the box in his hand he continued, "Whatever thing you're talking about needing to see Derek for… I don't want any part of it."

"Just shut up!" She yelled, punching him in the arm before she hung her head thinking the moment couldn't get any more awkward until Stiles spoke up, "Wow… so you and Derek are… wow, okay…"

"Great… this means I have another…" Glancing at the box Isaac dropped it into Sam's shopping basket as he breathed, "Ten nights of listening to music if I plan to get any sleep." With that thought he looked down to the headphones in his own basket and sighed heavily.

When he looked back up Sam was staring at him; mouth hanging open from shock. She'd always feared Isaac could hear them but since he'd never said anything she'd hoped they were quiet enough and he had no idea, but apparently that was not the case.

Seeing the teenagers face steadily growing an even brighter shade of red, Scott started to laugh but tried to cover it with a cough when she shot him a look.

"You don't have to be embarrassed…" Stiles started to say before pointing out, "I mean good for you. No one wants to sex me… but whatever, good for you."

At his best friend's words and the mortified look on Sam's face, Scott couldn't hold in his laughter anymore.

"I hate you all!" Sam exclaimed to the three teenage guys.

"Hey!" Stiles called out acting offended as Scott argued through his laughter, "I didn't do anything!"

She looked over to see Isaac nonchalantly reading the back of the ear bud box as if he hadn't just humiliated her.

Deciding the moment couldn't get any worse and her cheeks couldn't blush any darker, she took a few steps back shaking her head and decided she'd own the situation, a rare thing for her but there was nothing else she could do.

Holding up the condoms she called out to her friends, "Go ahead, laugh at me because I'm buying condoms… laugh all you want, but I'm the one buying these because I have use for them. Unlike you three."

"Aw!" Stiles said throwing his hands up in the air as he said, "That's not fair, don't rub it in my face that you've got someone who wants to sex you and I don't."

Raising her eyebrows Sam took a few more steps away from the trio as she nodded, "That's right, I do have someone who wants to sex me."

Stiles shook his head and Isaac started laughing along with Scott until she jutted a finger at her pack mate and stated, "And you… you can just walk back to the loft."

As she turned to walk away towards the checkout lines, Isaac realized what she'd said and stopped laughing as he yelled, "But we're nowhere near there." As he jogged after her spilling one apology after another.

~(A few nights later)~

Samantha stood up and rubbed her head feeling like she'd been smacked in the head with a baseball bat from the throbbing headache pulsating behind her tired eyes.

"Hello?" She called out her voice seeming to echo through the darkness that had surrounded her, seeping into every corner and filling the air like a dense fog.

Her heart started to race from fear with the realization that she had no idea how she got there or where she even was. Closing her eyes she took several deep breaths and tried to remember the last thing that happened to her.

Her eyes slowly opened as she finally recalled the events of the day. They'd been gone searching for the alpha pack to no avail, after they'd gotten back to the loft they'd had dinner; another frozen pizza and not too long after she'd been finishing up some laundry and found the necklace Derek had given her for her birthday at the bottom of her clothes basket.

Reaching a shaky hand to her neck she breathed a small sigh of relief when she felt the gold triskelion pendant.

More thoughts came back and the last thing she remembered was being in bed on her side, watching a heavy rain coat the large window and feeling Derek turn over as he draped an arm over her side.

This was a dream, it had to be. It was the only explanation. With that thought she reached down and pinched her arm so hard it nearly brought tears to her eyes, but the pain didn't wake her up. Making her wonder if she'd somehow been knocked out and kidnapped since she was no longer sure she was dreaming.

Hearing voices in the distance she flipped her head from side to side in desperation. Whatever this was… real life or a some vivid nightmare she needed to get out of there and fast, because a sick feeling was rising in her stomach and she just knew something bad was going to happen.

The soft thud from every barefoot step she took echoed off the walls as if she were in a closed up room with no other sound.

"Boyd, what do you think will happen to us on the lunar eclipse? They last for hours, you know, because it's just the earth's shadow. I wonder what will happen to us. Maybe it'll make us stronger. I hope it'll make us stronger."

Sam gasped at the sound of a voice she wasn't sure she'd ever hear again as she screamed out for her friend, "Erica?"

But there wasn't a response.

She heard a loud sound of metal scraping against cement and she turned around just in time to see Erica run at a female werewolf with glowing red eyes, the alpha easily over powered and killed the blonde wolf.

"No!" Sam shrieked, trying desperately to run to her friend. To do anything at all, but her legs wouldn't move. Looking down tears poured down her face as she saw a pair of dark, shadowed hands holding onto her ankles, keeping her locked in place.

A state of complete panic and confusion set in as she looked down and saw a large symbol on the cement floor, but soon the black paint lines started to blur and grow as more and more shadowed figures climbed their way through the floor.

Closing her eyes she screamed out, holding onto her head as she felt like her skull was being crushed by some invisible weight.

Finally her eyes fluttered opened again and she was standing next to the water's edge in the woods, right near where she'd jumped in after killing her dad.

She started to raise a hand to brush her hair from her face but stopped as she saw her hands were not only covered in blood, but she was somehow wearing the crimson stained dress she'd been wearing the night of her birthday party. It was impossible, everything about the situation was impossible –yet there was she was, standing back in the woods covered in her father's blood a scent that still haunted her.

A bitter cold wind blew through the woods and chilled her to the bone, but the air also carried the sound of voices. At first she couldn't make anything out or even tell who was talking, but then she could hear Derek's voice even though she still couldn't tell what he was saying just the sound of his voice provided some comfort for her.

Closing her eyes a few tears slid down her cheeks, she wanted to get to Derek so bad. Follow the sound of his voice until she found her alpha but she didn't even know where to begin, she'd never felt this lost before.

"Here… it's the last of the blankets, these are from my bed." She heard Isaac say.

"Isaac?" She gasped, her eyes popping open as she tried to move.

But a pair of arms quickly pulled her back down and tucked more blankets around her.

Looking to the side she saw Derek was sitting beside her on their bed with an extremely concerned look on his face.

"Derek?" She questioned, her confusion growing as she realized she was in the loft with him and Isaac.

"Is she okay?" Isaac questioned.

"I don't know." Derek responded, not taking his eyes off of his girlfriend.

"I…I need paper!" She exclaimed, barely listening to them as she tried to get up again but Derek pushed her back down. Her mind flashed back to watching Erica be killed and she could just barely remember the symbol she'd seen on the floor before the shadows started to rise.

"Sam, you're okay… you're safe." Isaac tried to calm her, but she snapped at him, "Paper and a pen, now!"

He looked to Derek who nodded at him and continued to hold Sam against him, despite her struggling to get away.

Retrieving a new notebook and pack of pens from one of the shopping bags from days before, he crossed the room and handed them to her. Derek finally let go and she shoved the blankets off of her ripping into the package of pens so fast they shot out in all directions, scattering over the bed and onto the floor. But somehow she caught on and open the notebook, drawing the exact symbol she'd seen in her nightmare.

Once it was down on paper she dropped the pen and sank back against Derek's body, realizing for the first time how weak she felt.

Derek reached down, tucking the blankets back over her ice cold body before he picked the notebook up and looked at the unfamiliar symbol as he questioned, "Sam… what is this?"

Isaac leaned over them to get a better look and shrugged, it looked vaguely familiar but he had no idea where he'd seen it before.

"I don't know… it was just… a nightmare or something." She growled, trying to push the blankets off of her again, growing more restless by the moment, but Derek held her still.

"What happened?" Isaac asked her as he carefully sat down on the foot of the bed and watched her closely.

"It was just a nightmare…" she said feeling tears sting her eyes as she watched Erica being killed again in her mind.

As she lifted her head she saw Isaac looked behind her, and with a glance over her shoulder she saw Derek giving him the same expression.

"What?" She asked, her voice trembling in fear.

"Sam…" Isaac said, shaking his head back and forth.

When he didn't say anything else Derek quietly explained, "You just started screaming in your sleep… I tried to wake you up but it didn't work."

Nodding in agreement Isaac admitted, "I ran down here so fast, I fell down the stairs and broke my leg." Glancing down to his leg he continued, "It's healed though."

Sighing at Isaac, Derek continued to explain, "Sam… you were so cold that you barely had a heartbeat at all."

Her forehead lined with confusion, "How is that even possible?"

"Considering we put every blanket in this place on you, and you didn't warm up at all… I have no idea." Derek admitted, leaning forward and looking at her as she looked back over her shoulder to him, his eyes tracing over her still unnaturally pale cheeks, and slightly bluish tinted lips.

"I need you to tell me everything that happened." He urged.

She didn't want to think about what she'd seen, let alone have to relive it by telling them. It was just stress she told herself, stress and the growing fear that her pack mates might not be found alive –if they found them at all.

"I… I need a minute." Samantha barely managed to whisper out, before using her werewolf strength to push Derek's arms off her and stand up as she quickly headed for the bathroom.

"Sam!" Derek exclaimed, frustrated at the way she was acting.

Shutting the downstairs bathroom door behind her, she grasped onto the sides of the porcelain sink and forced herself to look in the mirror.

Staring at the disheveled mess of a girl looking back at her she frowned, she didn't recognize herself anymore.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she focused and slowly opened her eyes, her heart sank through the floor as a pair of ice cold, glowing blue eyes were now looking back at her.

But soon her attention was pulled from her reflection when she saw the dark gray shower curtain move on it's own.

Turning around she walked over and jerked it open, but there was no one there. No air was coming through the floor vent and there was no reason it should, or even could have moved.

Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw a dark figure cross in front of the sink, but when she whipped her head back in that direction; nothing was there.

Walking back to the sink she glanced in the mirror, gasping at what she saw. Her eyes were still glowing blue, but she could have sworn there was a ring of purple around the center.

But when she leaned over the sink to get a better look, she saw nothing but the cold, dead blue.

"Sam?" Derek's voice ran through the loft and into the bathroom with her, she could hear his rapid heartbeat from outside of the door. Clearly he didn't believe she'd only just had a nightmare and if she had to be honest, she wasn't sure what happened either.

But Derek had enough to worry about already and the last thing she wanted was him looking at her like she was crazy, looking over towards the door she yelled, "I'm fine…"

A/N - Thank you all so much for reading the chapter of Soul of the Night! There are links up on my profile for videos and polyvore collections to go along with this story. Plus the link to my Tumblr where I post a lot of fanfiction related content. ^_^

My apologies on taking so long to get this story posted. I'm taking it in a different direction than I'd originally intended; but I really hope you all liked the chapter and that you'll stick with me through this phase of Sam's story.

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