I groaned as I snuggled deeper into the pillow. Then I smelt rosewood, making me sit straight up in panic. I looked around to see that I was in a large bed with a gray comforter on it. There was a black nightstand table with a lamp on top, lighting up the whole room.

There was a window, but it was cover with black curtains. A flat screen tv hung on the wall above a bookshelf filled with books, and a chest sat right at the end of the bed on the floor.

Where am I? Then all of the memories came rushing to me. Fighting the witches, everybody finding out about me, the fight with Adrian, and Grayson poking a needle in my neck.

At that, my anger increased as I threw the comforter off of me. Then I saw that I was in different clothes than the ones I was in earlier today. It was my black sweatshirt and my gray shorts.

I walked to the door, and, surprisingly, it was unlocked. I walked out into the deserted hallway. I walked down the hall, and quietly down the stairs.

I looked around to find an silent house. I walked into the kitchen, and I found a glass cup in a cupboard. I poured water into the cup before drinking it all.

"What are you doing up?" Grayson's voice said behind me, scaring me half to death.I dropped the glass cup, and it fell to the floor, shattering glass everywhere.

"Crap. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to," I apologized as I tried to look around for the broom.

"Brooklyn, it's okay just stay still so you won't hurt yourself," Grayson said as he grabbed the broom from the closet.

He swept up the broken glass, and he threw it away in the trash can. Then he put the broom back in its original spot.

"I'm mad at you," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

He sighed before saying,"I know. I'm sorry, Brooks, but I can't let you leave knowing people are after you."

"You know I could leave here if I wanted to and nobody could stop me."

"I know that also, but I'm begging you to stay. I mean, we are mates, and you are going to be Luna of our pack," Grayson said, grabbing ahold of my hand, gently. There was only a few inches between us, and I yearned for his lips on mine.

"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you," I said, standing up straighter.

"So are you going back to bed or...?" Grayson asked, softly.

"Probably back to bed. I'm sleepy," I said before yawning to prove my point.

He smiled,"Okay. By the way, this is not the pack house, so don't feel scared to meet everybody tomorrow."

I nodded,"Gotcha."

He stretched my hand out, and he gave me a kiss on the hand, making my legs feel like jello.

"Goodnight, Brooks."

"Goodnight, Gray," I said before making my way back upstairs to his room I presume.

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The next morning, I woke up to loud noises from downstairs. I groaned before looking at the alarm clock on Grayson's nightstand table.

8:20 a.m.

I groaned before throwing a pillow over my face. I'm not ready to get up yet.

"Grayson James King, you will let me see your mate! I promise I'll be quiet so I don't disturb her!" A woman's voice exclaimed, walking up the stairs.

"Mom..." Grayson groaned.

I got out of the bed, and I ran to Grayson's bathroom. I quietly shut the door, locking it behind me.

I thought this was Grayson's house, but it looks like it's not. Maybe his parents are just visiting?

I heard the bedroom door open, and I knew he was standing in the room right now.

"Brooklyn?" Grayson asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

I cursed quietly before slowly opening the door. In front of me was Grayson, leaning against the door frame. Behind him was a woman with dark brown hair and beautiful gray eyes. She was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans with her hair in a ponytail.

"Oh my moon goddess! You are so beautiful!" The woman exclaimed, rushing over to me.

She hugged me, tightly, making my eyes bulge out of my head. Grayson tapped her arm, breaking us apart.

"Mom, I think she needs some air," Grayson joked, looking at me.

"Sorry, dear, but I'm a huge hugger. You will learn very fast. I'm Luna Gabriella, but you call me Gabriella, if you like," she said with a bright smile.

"I'm Brooklyn," I replied, returning a smile.

"Everybody is going to love you. I always knew my boy would find a strong, beautiful girl. I can't wait to see you in your wolf form," Gabriella said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"Thanks. You really should see me in my vam–..." I started, but Grayson cut me off.

"I bet you are hungry. Let's go get you some breakfast," Grayson said, giving me a 'we will talk about this later' look.

I nodded, going along with it,"Yes. I haven't eaten."

His mother gasped,"Oh no. We can't have that. Come on, I have french toast ready to eat downstairs."

All three of us walked downstairs to the kitchen. In the daytime, the house looked even more beautiful. I see art paintings, and pictures of Allison and Grayson as they were kids.

I continued to look around as we entered the kitchen. Allison sat the table, eating breakfast. She looked up when she saw us come in, and she gave me a small smile.

"Good morning," she told me as I sat down beside her.

"Morning," I replied before yawning.

"Here you go," Gabriella said, putting a plate filled with food in front of me.

I smiled,"Thank you."

"No problem, dear. Now I have to go. I have duties to finish at the pack house. Have fun," she said before leaving the kitchen.

I took a bite out of my food, and it was delicious. Grayson sat down beside me, and he watched me eat.

"So why did you cut me off when I was talking about my vampire side?" I asked him, stabbing my fork into the French toast.

"We didn't tell the whole truth. We told them about you being a werewolf, and that you were on the run. Then we told them about Cassandra, Adrian, and Carson. We left out that you were a hybrid because we didn't want people to judge you," Grayson explained.

"So I still have to lie about what I am?" I asked, slightly hurt.

I thought I could feel finally be welcomed for what I am, but it turns out I'm still hiding my secret.

"I'm going to take a bath," I said, standing up from the table.

"Brooks–..." Grayson started, but I shook my head.

I walked passed him, and upstairs to his room. I walked to the bathroom, and I locked the door behind me. I found a towel in the cupboard, and I turned on the water.

I undressed, and I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run over me. I closed my eyes to relax, but another vision came.

This time I was in at a festival with a lot of people laughing and talking. I looked around, and my eyes landed on Grayson standing by a booth.

Then I saw another man walked towards him, and he stood next to Grayson with a fake grin on his face. He had short blonde hair and icy blue eyes. He was probably in his mid-twenties.

I walked closer to them to hear what they were saying.

"So, are you going to take my deal?" The man asked Grayson who looked unfazed.

What deal?

"I need your word that my sister will remain unharmed," Grayson said, glancing over at him.

"You have my word. Now where is my little sister?" The man asked, making me gasp.

Standing in front of me was Carson. Why in the world would Grayson make a deal with him?

"I'll led you to her," Grayson responded, emotionless.

Carson narrowed his eyes at my mate. "Fine, but if this is a trap, just know that my men will tear your sister in pieces if I do not return to them."

"It's not a trap. Brooklyn is dead to me," Grayson said as everything around me started fading away.

I opened my eyes to see that I was in the shower. I was shaking, and I had to take deep breaths to calm myself down.

Why would Grayson say that about me?

Why would he led Carson to me?

And why do I keep having these visions?

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