From the inside.

I dont know who to trust,

No surprise...

Heavy thoughts shift through dust and the lies.

But i'm so tired of this decite, every time i try and get back upon my feet

All i ever think about is this, all the tiring time between

and how trying to put my trust in you puts so much out of me.

"How could you! Didn't you see her Sam!" I yelled at my alpha, I had every right too; he ordered me too leave my imprint when she was being groped and then when she wailed in agony, I would call that betrayal as would many people.

"Paul you do not have the control to handle that situation, imagine what would of happened if you would of phased!" He barely looked at me when he said it, how dare he say that, she was my imprint, my world, my Kyra whom I am meant to look after and protect, love; I'm made for it and he order's me away from her.

"And besides Paul I don't trust your imprint, she is hiding something as are her family."

"That's your reason! That's your fucking reason that you let her get attacked by some creeps! Cause you don't trust her!"

He turned round and faced me then and looked me in the eye. "Yes, I have this pack, your brothers, to think of, she is hiding something and that secret could tear our pack apart."

"Your nothing but a fucking hypocrite Sam! We, our pack, have these secrets as well and it sure as hell doesn't help that you won't let me near her and let her see that I can actually be a nice guy."

One of the guy's snorted and barely managed to shut his trap before a laugh fell out but I still heard it.

"Unless you wanna taste your hind legs for the next week or so, butt the fuck out!" It came out more like a snarl but it did have the desired affect as that said person shut up pretty quickly.

"Sam she has lot's of secrets, as does this pack but she has more issues with people and you are not fucking helping by keeping me away from her! Do you have any idea how much it hurts?"

It actually hurt, like numerous jabs and punches to your chest, its like an ache that keeps building.

"Paul I'm not keeping you away from her, I just didn't let you go to her this one night, your wouldn't of been able-"

"I am never going to be able to handle it without a little faith! You's all think of me as this big bad wolf who's out to get everyone and who can't hold his temper but you've never thought I could be something more than that, I get no support from my pack."

He had nothing to say to that, he knew I was right so he looked away from me, my alpha turned his back on me, the hole in my chest just got a tad bigger, I turned away and walked back to my truck.

I just sat there for a few minutes thinking about Kyra and how that Gambit guy was right, what type of name is Gambit anyway? And Rogue what's up with that? I felt my head hit the steering wheel and then my truck jostled like someone just got in.

"If that's you Sam I suggest you leave before I do…… permanently."

There was a long drawn out silence before the intruder spoke to me.

"I'm not Sam Paul."

I snapped my head up then, what the hell did he want, I still wasn't on speaking terms with him never mind letting him live.

"What do you want Seth?"

"I understand Paul, I wanted to protect her too but not for the same reasons, she doesn't need help in a fight Paul but she needs someone to lean on."

"Seth what are you talking about? You didn't imprint on her so why don't you leave her the fuck alone!"

"Paul get a grip will you, I was her friend, and I only want to protect her nothing more, she is your imprint."

I didn't know what to say, he was looking out for my girl and all I had done was shout at him, well more like snarl but it had the same effect. I re-ran everything he said to me through my head again just so I could understand it fully when one thing stood out, 'I was her friend.' That word, I was, what did he mean.

"Seth what do you mean, I was her friend?"

His eyes got all soppy and sad and he looked down towards his palms.

"I let her down Paul, I promised her I would never let anything happen to her… she was screaming for me Paul." He looked up at me, my brothers eyes were filled with tears, "I let her down, she explained to me once that, not in these words but the implication was there, that she only gives her trust once… I've lost it Paul, therefore I… I was her friend."

I looked down then, I couldn't stand the look in his eyes, it just wasn't Seth the complete goofball who, annoyingly, did nothing but smile all the time.

"Seth I'm sorry… You know what I'm like, I-I bite first then bark later." A strangled laugh escaped me then.

Seth joined in laughing and we soon were laughing whole-heartedly but it was more forced as we both wanted to move on to a lighter topic.

"Well I'll see ya man," Seth went to haul himself out of my truck when he hissed.

"Dude! Whats wrong?"

"Crap! What the hell!"

He held his hand up and a delicate yet very very unique charm bracelet was hanging, an engraved army tag had sliced his hand and was now hanging from said cut, ouch! How the hell did that little thing cut Seth? What the hell is it made out of?!

"What the hell man! Since when have you worn bracelets!?" He was still hissing in pain and that damn thing was still cutting his hand further.

"I don't! The last person who was in my truck was Kyra."

We both glanced over to each other and an idea both popped into our heads.

"You know, we really should go give that back to her."

"Yea I'm sure it really meant a lot to her."

"Yea have you seen it?! People don't get these types of bracelets for no apparent reason and leave them behind!"

"Yea, you wanna come with man?" It was the least I could do to offer him a ride there.

"Yea! Why don't we-" Seth broke off suddenly and his new found high was now under a mountain of hurt and sadness, Christ his moods change fast!

"Seth? Whats wrong??"

He looked me in the eye then, "We can't go up there Paul."

"WHY NOT!" I bellowed at him, he didn't even flinch back, he normally does.

"Paul think. I don't think she's even conscious and even if she was do you really think a little bracelet would fix that, we let her down Paul and I'd bet Patrol for the next two weeks that she really doesn't want to see us and I'm sure her …dad doesn't want to see us either."

I was going to argue with him and try to reason with him but I knew he was right and I would only trying to reassure myself so I focused of his comment, "What do you mean… dad? You don't think he's her dad?"

"No! Christ Paul, your really thick! He smells like cigars, weird metal and this other scent while Kyra smells like lavender, winter and the same odd scent as him but so does Remy and that Rogue girl. Its odd, that's the only similarity between them, what could of brought them together if they're not even related?"

I suppose he was right, she smelt wonderful but that guy scared the bejebus out of me when he ran in, I thought it was a tank or something rolling into the beech. I had never seen someone so animalistic an this is coming from a werewolf.

"Well yea, I suppose your right. Here Seth, did you hear him, I didn't know something so heavy could move so fast."

"Yea I know! It was like a couple of tanks jumping up and down but did you hear that Rogue girl?"

"No…."

"Exactly! She was like a ghost… or a vampire and did you see how pale her skin was?"

"Yea and her hair? That looks …natural, can that even happen?"

Seth thought for a moment, "Well I suppose it could, like having too different eye colours."

"Well, I suppose, but I don't think that's the reason for it."

"Me neither but seriously man, trust you to imprint on the one chick who could beat the shit outta us."

I was completely shocked, Seth, thee goody two shoes Seth just cursed… well I'll be damned. Seth started to laugh uncontrollably as he staggered out of my truck—weird kid—and he just dandered off, probably of to Emily's or somewhere.

How could my little imprint take us down? What was she… 5-5… 5-6? No bigger that that. She's a skinny wee thing but her body looked toned.

I jumped out of my truck and started to walk over to the woods, not fully aware of what I was doing, as soon as I stepped foot into the tree line I tied her bracelet around my right wrist and morphed.

I took in the scent around me, smelling the trees and taking in my surroundings and I just took off, I wasn't exactly sure where too but I just followed my nose, what ever I was following it smelt mouth watering, not in a I-want-to-eat-you way but one of those smell's that just makes you feel like your home, like you belong.

The forest blurred as I galloped to the source, I was only running for around five minutes when I heard the soft sounds of panting and the hammering of a heart. I stopped. I stopped dead at the tree line and watched the source of the noises only to find that the noises was made by the same thing that was giving off that divine scent who was Kyra, my Kyra. She was knocking the crap out of the tree she was facing, her fists jabbed and swung at that old tree and I could hear it groaning in protest and the crack of the splintering bark, I smelt blood too; with each jab it got stronger.

I could see red drip from her fast flying fists and it just kept getting stronger, my insides twisted in pain, I wanted to go over there and just wipe the blood away, to take her pain away.

My insides twisted tighter as I thought of the pain she would be in and the pain she would of gone through to be in this state now. She was moving at a very fast pace, too fast… Her hair was like a flickering flame as her body shone in the golden moonlight, it made her look so….inhuman.

She started to punch harder now, I could hear her knuckles start to crack under the pressure, my chest hurt so much I think I'm going to cry but she never moaned once, she never hissed in pain; she just kept on hitting that damn tree harder and harder, while I—big bad Paul—was going to cry. I whined in my pain and in her pain, I didn't expect a response from her but as soon as the minuet sound came out of my muzzle she stopped dead, her body tensed even more -- if that was even possible—and she turned round to me so fast If I had of blinked I would of missed it.

Her attack on the tree had halted but her eyes attacks on me had only just started, they took in every hair, every tone of my coat and every shrub around me; as if weighing me up as a threat or as a friend.

She started to walk over to me, I couldn't even hear her footsteps, she walked so gracefully, the pain in her eyes was evident and another whine escaped me, she stopped and assessed me again, her gaze on me softened and she walked quicker and with more confidence over to me. I know I shouldn't be here and I know I shouldn't of let her see me but I just couldn't move, her pain was my pain and I was nearly crippled at the moment so how must she feel? When she was a foot or two away from me she stopped and bowed her whole upper half low then looked up at me as if waiting for a response, I cocked my head over to one side; I hadn't a clue what she wanted me to do...

She understood quickly and she nodded her head lower then looked up to me pointedly, it was then I understood. I dropped to my front legs and bowed my head and looked back up to her, she smiled brilliantly and I almost lost the ability to rise up from my haunches. She danced over then and stroked the soft patch behind my ear, I genuinely could not hold back the gravely purr that escaped me, she laughed and sat down beside my right paw.

"Heya Pup, what are you doing all the way out here?"

My imprint rocks, here she is talking to a six or more foot wolf like it's the most normal thing in the world. I just lay beside her and just let her lean on my side. Her fingers laced through my fur and I tell you what, it was heaven!

Her little body started to shake and I heard little sounds escaping her, I lifted my head up to her but she turned her head into my fur, a tiny sob broke through and physical and emotional pain shot through my whole entire being, this girls gonna be the death of me yet!

She just started sobbing and I did nothing but watch, my coat started to stain red with her blood and she gripped my fur tighter looking comfort, my insides turned and toughened with fear and pain, I could do nothing to help my tiny imprint; I was a failure. Large tear drops feel down my muzzle and dropped onto the grass, they flowed freely.

After a good ten minutes her sobs lightened and her grip loosened on my fur—I'm bound to have two bald patches there, she's surprisingly strong!— and I nudged her gently with my nose . She looked up to me but kept her eyes shut... odd and started to breath steadily and then she opened her eyes, her beautiful green eyes had dulled with pain and they had tears threatening to overspill; she was barely hanging on. She gasped, and reached her hand out towards me, not even hesitating.

"Don't you cry, hard as nails me. Don't worry hun, I'll be fine." She smiled reassuringly but the action caused some of the remaining tears to spill over and fall down her face.

I licked them away, she giggled at me, "Thank you boy."

The pain in her eyes was so clear and strong it's clear that the incident at the beach meant so much more than a couple of creeps groping my tiny imprint, it brought something back to her.

Her voice woke me out of my mental nightmare, it sounded so fragile; my girl was some actor… around people she was 'fine', she was 'safe', she was 'happy' but on her own she crumbles, she crumbles when there is no-one for her to hide it from.

"Sorry boy, don't mind me… im just a bit of a whinge…" Her voice trailed off.

I whined in response, she wasn't a 'whinge' as she put it, she was strong… my little imprint held up more on those squared shoulders than most. I mentally promised myself right there and then that I'll find out the reason for her crumbling, the reason for the constant flinches and the reason behind no one touching her. I snuggled closer to her, leaning my body towards her and she nuzzled her way deeper into my fur, it brought a slight trickle of happiness to me amongst all this.

"My-you……. You have……." She was looking down to my paw and my head cocked over to one side again; I certainly wasn't the smartest wolf in the woods the night. I followed her gaze down to my paw and that tiny bracelet was locked onto it.

"Can I have it…." She looked up to me and I simply nodded, she wasn't even shocked I nodded, my imprint was certainly an odd girl but I still adored her for it. Her tiny hand reached down slowly and undid the clasp and slid it onto her own petit wrist, it was then I noticed the blood again, her knuckles were all bloodied and cracked, bits of bark were lodged in under her pale skin, a whine escaped me and she looked up to me curiously. I pointed my gaze down to her bloodied hands, a small 'ooh' left her mouth, she looked up to me.

"Pain doesn't last for ever but defeat does." Those words held so much wisdom, too much for her—in my belief as it's clear they had been drawn from pain and torment—"Listen pet, I've had so much worse, a little cut wont do me much harm now will it?"

A watery giggle escaped her, it was forced but she still just sat there beside me.

"I hope it didn't cut you, A charm on her is extremely sharp…" Her voice was unguarded now, she sounded just like when I came to pick her up for the bonfire; defeated and pained. She looked up to me as if waiting for an answer.

So I shook my head, I mean it hurt Seth not me…

"Your jut like my friend Renee ya know."

I tilted my head over to one side, my ear flopping up, how the heck did she know another six foot wolf?! Hell no! That's not happening!

"Yup." Her head nodded up and down, her gorgeous flaming curls bouncing, "Although she's more of a reddy colour and she's smaller. But when she's human she's the funniest Scottish lass you'll ever know." Another giggle escaped her, most likely to my wolfen expression on my face, did I hear correctly or did she say…'when she's human…' what the fudge does that mean!? She knows another shapeshifter?!

'Paul come back now, we need to have a meeting."

'Can't you just leave me to be with her.'

'Paul! Meeting now!'

Sam ordered in his alpha voice… stupid prick!

'watch it Paul…' I heard a growl echo in my head.

I looked her in the eye and sent what I hoped to be an apologetic gaze to her, she nodded her head in understanding—again how brilliant is she!—and I smiled, or well it must of looked rather odd to her but she smiled back, and nuzzled her cheek with my nose and galloped of to find that bloody prick.

I soon reached Emily's and pricks house so I phased and yanked a pair of shorts on and walked in the back down of Emily's; it lead right into the kitchen!

Sam's voice interrupted my mauling of the blueberry muffin in my hand.

"We need to find that girl Paul, we need to find that shapeshifter."