I quickly shedded my rank clothing and jumped into the shower. I knew he wasn't kidding when he said I was on a time schedule and I certainly had no intention of being caught in the nude by an alpha lycan.

I hissed as the warm water washed over my cuts. I scrubbed them gently to remove the dry blood. They would heal much faster now that they were clean.

I grabbed a bar of soap and brought it to my nose. The scent was very subtle, but I vaguely detected notes of sandalwood and some other woodsy scent. It smelled nice, it smelled like him. I shook myself from the sexy male haze my mind had drifted into and quickly tossed those thoughts aside. I washed my body and hair quickly and got out of the shower.

I wrapped myself in an oversized towel and rushed from the bathroom in search of some clothes before he returned. I walked into a massive closet and eyed the clothing. It just felt so wrong to be wearing anything that belonged to him, but what choice did I have? At least it was clean.

I grabbed a pair of grey sweat pants and cinched the waist as tight as it would go and then grabbed a plain black t-shirt. It swallowed me, so I tied a knot at the waist, making it into more of a crop top.

Once I was clothed. I slowly made my way around the room. I don't know what I was expecting a lycan's home to look like, but it certainly wasn't this. It was actually a nice house and the furniture and the coloring of the walls were very masculine. I guess my mind was archaic and was expecting them to live in a dark cave. That's about all they deserved, anyway.

I glanced nervously at the door, wondering just how much time I had left. Once my ears didn't detect any movement on the other side, I started rambling through draws. I needed to find some kind of weapon, I was sure my time was running out and fast. He was only satisfying the whims of the child, I was sure he was just waiting for the right moment to kill me.

"You're not going to find a weapon."

I nearly jumped out of my skin at his voice. He was so stealthy, I hadn't heard him approach and he was directly behind me. I collided into his solid chest when I jerked upright. I jumped back, placing some much needed space between us.

"What makes you think I was looking for a weapon?"

I tried to hide my startled state, but it was no use, I could tell I was caught red-handed, that fact pissed me off.

"You're a huntress for one, and the sporadic beat of your heart, tells me I am right."

Damn. He could hear my heartbeat? That information was aggravating, but useful.

"You want find a weapon anywhere on the premises, I am the only weapon the pack needs."

He growled, but it wasn't the growl that had me shrinking back, that, I was quickly getting used to. No, it was the subtle sensualness to his voice that had me back stepping.

Every step I took back, he step forward. What was it with this lycan and the need to invade my personal bubble? He finally stopped when my back collided against the wall and he was a mere foot in front of me.

"You like playing the bully, the big bad wolf." I said with certainty.

"I've never been called the big bad wolf before." He said with a wicked smile. "But, it's true."

His eyes swept over my form and then his hazel eyes rested back on my face.

"Your heart is beating fast again." He said with a smirk.

I was well aware of that fact, but I certainly was not going to admit to him what his closeness was doing to me.

"Your heart would beat faster if you were this close to a monster." I hissed and I meant every word.

"I thought I was." He said.

No longer interested in ruffling my feathers, he left me standing there with my back arched against the wall. Realization dawned on me at this words. I guess it was true, to him, I was the monster and vice versa. His kind killed my kind, and my kind killed his.

"Sit." He motioned to the bed.

"Like hell." I arched an eyebrow.

"You really think I want to get into bed with you?" He sarcastically laughed.

Honestly, I didn't know what to think. He acted like he couldn't stay away from me one minute and then the next he acted like he wanted to choke the very life from me.

He was unmoving with his request, so I eventually sat down on the very end of the bed, my muscles ready to bolt at any second. He reached down and gripped my calf. Before I had a chance to voice my complain, he jerked my leg and had me on my back quicker than I could process what was happening.

I started to thrash at the rough gripped he had on my calf.

"Be still."

His voice was harsh and commanding and I actually froze instantly when I saw his eyes start to glow a golden color. I was half expecting him to leap on top of me, but instead, he lifted my leg higher and pushed the cuff of the sweatpants up over my horribly swollen and discolored ankle.

"This is broken."

He finally said after inspecting it. I snatched my leg from his grip and sat upright.

"No shit."

I said sarcastically and pulled the pants leg back down over it. He was looking at me strangely and the whole situation irritated me.

"What?" I scoffed.

"You've been walking around on a broken ankle. You have more grit than I gave you credit for." He said, almost impressed.

I stood up with as much grace as humanly possible with my mangle up ankle and faced off with him.

"I'll send the healer to have a look at it tomorrow." His eyes softened slightly.

"No need, I don't intend to be here long. I'd hate to wear out my welcome."

One side of his mouth curved upward at my response.

"We'll see about that, little Huntress."

He walked away before I had a chance at rebuttal and motioned for me to proceed him out of his room. I had never been so happy to leave a room in my entire life. Being in an alpha's bedroom wasn't exactly on my bucket list.

He walked me back slowly to the cell I had been in. I was surprised to see that it had been cleaned up since we had left and a small cot with a pillow and blanket was now in the cell.

"No need to be so fancy on my account. What exactly is your game?"

I asked as he closed the door locking me inside once more.

He shoved a paper bag through the bars and I grabbed it before it hit the floor.

"No game, I just decided to treat you with a little more kindness than your people would have ever shown my kind."

I gasped slightly at his honestly and watched as hurt and hatred flicked across his eyes. He walked away without another word. Once he was gone, I opened up the paper bag. Inside was a perfectly remade peanut butter and jelly sandwich with lots of peanut butter and a bottle of water.

I took a bite of the sandwich as guilt started to simmer in my belly at his words, but I quickly tossed it aside. This was a game he was playing. He really wasn't this kind, good-looking lycan, he was a monster who turned small boys into werewolves, and I intended to win at this game no matter the cost, even if it meant playing on his field.