I hang loosely in Jack's arms, not finding any will to fight anymore. He's stronger than me. "I'm coming," He says gruffly. I can sense anger just radiating off of him at this point. He hates Jack, I mean why wouldn't he? He's my ex, and he's broken me.

Suddenly I'm set down onto a seat, a car seat.

Jack drops me into his passenger seat as he sits in the driver's seat. Quickly I reach for the door handle, but my wrist is quickly caught in his hand. He squeezes down hard, making it crush between his hand.

Biting my lip, I look up trying to stop the tears from rolling down my face. "What the fuck were you thinking Willa?! We all thought you were dead! We all thought you were eaten by a bear or something!"

Nope just abducted by a werewolf pack.

"Let me go. You're hurting me," I whisper. But he pays no attention to me as he scorns me.

"We had search parties, your picture was everywhere, we did everything in our power to find you!" I stomp my feet on the ground, trying to distract my mind from the pain radiating through my arm.

This might backfire but I have to say it. I have to get under his skin like he did mine. "By we do you mean Addie and you?" I almost growl out. I was getting pissed quickly, it was like a sadness mixed with lividness.

My head snaps over to him, momentarily forgetting the pain in my wrist. I glare at him. I see his anger building and building. His eyes getting redder with fury as the second goes by. I don't know if that was a very smart idea or not. "I don't love Addie, I love you!" He screams pulling my wrist towards him.

Oh no.

He smashes his lips to mine suddenly.

It feels wrong, no it feels more than wrong. It's vile. They aren't the lips I know, they're lips I never want to kiss again. "Make him stop Willa," Greyson appears in my head. He can sense his lips on mine, I mean how couldn't he? He has some Wolfy claim over them.

I try pulling away from him, but before I can he grabs onto the nape of my neck holding me in place. He does this as he snakes his hand under my hoodie. His touch feels terrible as if slime covered his disgusting clammy hands. His lips taste like garbage out in the sun for too long. And his scent? His scent is worst of all. It's just not the scent I'm used to. I want him to stop, I need him to stop. I hate this more than words, I hate this feeling of being violated. "Fight him Willa! I know how much you hate this, fight him." I cry as I hear Greyson in my head. He wants me to fight him, but I don't know how.

I try pushing on his chest, punching, smacking, but nothing. He doesn't budge from leaching onto my lips. He doesn't take his grimy hands off my body, touching things he shouldn't be.

That's until I hear a god awful screeching noise behind me, and then a large bang. A large deadly growl rips through the air as arms wrap around me. The next thing I know is I'm standing behind a large body, that's practically steaming with anger. As a very angry Jack gets out of he car.

Greyson ripped the car door off and threw is as if it was nothing.

I couldn't help but wrap my arms around Greyson from behind and sob into his shirt. I feel so violated, like I was just a toy for Jack to grab and do whatever he wanted with it.

Grey quickly turns in my hold, kneeling to the ground engulfing me in a large warm embrace. He kisses my forehead multiple times. "I'm here, shh. I'm here. You're alright," he tells me kissing the tears from my eyes.

See this is the difference between Greyson and Jack.

Greyson's touch in gentle, electrifying, soft. It makes me yearn for more. His lips are soft, mesmerizing, always hesitant to make sure it's alright to kiss me before he does it. They taste of everything and more. His scent? His scent is the best thing of all. He smells like the woods on a warm crisp autumn day. It has just a hint of musky cologne that pulls it all together making me entranced.

That's the difference between someone who I care about immensely, and someone who can go kick rocks.

I start calming down, finally looking up into Greyson's perfect blue eyes. His hair is a messed probably from stringing his fingers through it multiple times.

"What the do you think you're doing?" Jack's voice rips through our little moment.

In an instant I'm pushed behind Greyson's body once again. I press myself against him, holding onto his tshirt material, gripping onto it like it's my safety blanket. "Listen here dick, get your hands off my girlfriend," Jack threatens Greyson. Which isn't a very wise decision on his behalf.

Greyson growls threatening as his fists clench by his sides.

"She's mine," he grounds out.

Jack rolls his eyes scoffing. He pushes his golden curls off his forehead. The same curls that used to me mesmerizing to me.

But now I'm more into guys with black hair. "Your her kidnapper," realization crosses his eyes, and yeah he's technically right. But then his eyes glare down to me, "Willa-" Greyson growls quietly when my name rolls across Jack's tongue. "-I'm taking you back to Darren. He's been worried sick about you. It's time to go home. It's time for us to mend our relationship." Hell no. He doesn't get to make my decisions. He doesn't get to decide that I should go back to Darren. All of this time Jack knows what Darren did to me. Sure he's never seen evidence, but he knows how unsure I am of men.

Let's show him what we've got, a voice appears in my head but it's not Greyson. Just my consciousness telling me what to do, and I can't agree more. Greyson takes a threatening step forward, but I lightly grasp his bicep stopping him. Giving him a small smile as he looks down to me, "He's going to pay for everything he's done to me," I link him.

"That's my girl," he smirks devilishly as I storm up to Jack.

Without thinking, I lunge. My fist suddenly hits Jack's cheekbone, making him step back a few steps. Jack turns around, shock is the only emotion written on his face. He pulls a hand up to the cheek I punched, he winces as he touches it.

I'm not one for this kind of behavior, but I can't help the fury coursing through my veins.

I shake off the pain in my knuckle as fury burns in my eyes. "You do not get to tell me what I should and should not do! You do not get to tell me we are going back to Darren. You know damn well what he's done to me, yet you forgave him within a month. And most of all, you don't get to fucking violate me and still call me your girlfriend! I'm not a toy to be played with! I'm a person! And you? You're a pedophile hiding in a 19 year old's body! I hope Addie's into that sort of stuff," I finish heaving.

Rage blinding me, I see nothing but black. I hear nothing but my heart beating harshly in my chest, as my breath heaves angrily through my body.

A few seconds later I feel my vision unclogging, I can feel, and hear. Arms wrap around me as I struggle in their grasp. I find out I'm screaming violently telling the person to let me go, let me kill Jack for everything he's done to me. I feel compelled to do so, to hurt Jack as much as he hurt me. Like now he's leaning heavily on his car as blood, steady streams of blood come out of his mouth. "I'm not finished yet!" I find myself screaming.

"Yes you are," A familiar voice speaks behind me. I feel my eardrums flick their on switch for melodic voice, listening intently. "You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if I let you continue." He whispers.

And as if his words were the only thing that I needed to calm me down. It did.

I stop struggling in his grasp, simultaneously shutting my mouth from the vile words coming out of my mouth.

Blood, blood is everywhere. It's not mine, it's Jack's. They cover my knuckles, and also decorating my shirt as if it was red paint.

I beat him without thinking. I beat him out of pent up rage, like a punching bag to release my anger.

I've become my worst nightmare, Darren and Jared. I'm just like them.

Greyson see's that I've relaxed, and lets me go. This only making me shake violently without him as a safety blanket wrapped around me.

Bringing my quivering hands up to my eyes, I study their purple color as they ache. I flicker my eyes to the blood coating my fists in a warm blanket, "N-No I'm just like him." The thing I've been scared of most my life, has finally reflected off onto me. I see knuckles in front of me that I know all too well when they came swinging at me.

Before I can even blink Greyson runs to me hugging me tightly, letting me sob into his shoulder. I hate myself, I hate that I acted on fury, I hate that I beat someone.

"You Stockholm Syndrome bitch!" Jack yells from behind us. I feel anger bubble inside me once again, but this time Greyson's is greater than mine.

Pulling back slightly he presses a soft kiss upon my forehead before opening his eyes revealing that they're golden.

Jax has made an appearance.

Quickly he uses his speed to stand in front of Jack's face scaring the shit out of him. This almost makes me laugh. But that's quickly ruined when he pulls back his fist, punching him hard right across his cheek. Jack is knocked out cold from the power of Jax's punch. "Touch her again and you won't be deserving my pitty punch," he spits knowing he's out cold on the concrete, but just making a point.

Before I know it Jax is storming back over to me, and in an instant he scoops me off of my feet. He cradles me, as I hopelessly latch onto his neck. I don't struggle to be put down, I don't complain to him that I can walk on my own, I just lay in his arms silently.

I brace my head against his chest as he starts breaking out into a sprint. He's angry, very angry. His skin is practically fuming with fiery and rage. He's mad at Faye, partially mad at me, but mostly himself. I can see Jax and Greyson bickering inside his head. "It's not your fault," I whisper against his chest.

"It is, Greyson and I should've pushed harder to join along. But shit, you make us putty in your hand." He chuckles for just a second with no humor behind it.

It's weird hearing him refer to 'us' and 'Greyson and I.' Greyson I guess just doesn't address him when he's talking to me.

After running for some minutes we make it to a wooded entrance. I've lived in this city my whole life and I've never noticed the amount of woods surrounding this area. It sort of makes sense now that I know what goes on deep in them.

But Jax doesn't stop at the entrance. He runs through it for a couple more minutes, until stopping abruptly. He sets me down softly, before staring at me. "Turn around," he says twirling his finger.

"Why?" I ask confused wiping dried tears from my cheeks.

Suddenly he grabs the the collar of his shirt behind his head, pulling the material off his body. This letting me see his beautiful torso. I scan his body and my mouth goes dry. My sad mood disappears in an instant.

But then I remember it's not polite to stare, so I move my gaze back to his equally beautiful face.

Of course he's smirking like the little vain bastard he is. "Maybe you shouldn't turn around then," he licks his lips taking a steps towards me. I feel hot beneath his gaze, like I'm his prey.

But I straighten my posture, staring the Alpha wolf into his eyes. I earn a playful growl from Jax's lips. "Why do you want me to turn around?" I sternly ask.

He narrows his eyes slightly before stepping back again. Finally I feel like I can breathe, I don't feel as intimidated.

Jax sighs starting to get impatient. "I don't want to rip my clothes when I shift," he tells me. Suddenly my face turns red, very red. I turn on my heels facing the other way knowing that he has to strip and store it in a tree compartment.

He chuckles lowly before I hear his belt unbuckle. I smack my hands over my face, and my eyes clench shut as I try to make my blush disappear. He's naked, right behind me. Ugh just turn already.

Suddenly I hear cracks and breaks, and I didn't know I'd love those sounds so much. Even if I did flinch with each and every crack.

I stay turned away from him until I feel a furry thing rub against my shoulder. "It's alright little one, I shifted." Automatically I know that Greyson is back in control, just by the tone of his voice.

Slowly I peek through my fingers, slightly opening my eyes. I'm positive he's shifted into a wolf, but I'm just extra in edge right now.

But as I look, I'm met with almost glowing blue eyes. This paired with midnight black fur. Hands down Greyson is the most beautiful wolf I've ever laid my eyes upon. Granted I've only seen his and a grimy rogue, but I'm still confident he has the best looking wolf.

I smile at him, as his head is level with mine. "Jax is technically your wolf, so why isn't he talking to me?"

This earns me a wolfy laugh, making me laugh slightly. It was deep, and strange. I don't even know how to describe it. "Eh, I can push him back when I want to talk to you." He nudges my head with his muzzle making me laugh some more.

I grab his face lacing my fingers through his fur, as I pull him away from me. He closes his eyes slowly with my touch.

I smile softly until my eyes travel to my hands witnessing their purple color. Immediately my eyes look down with disappointment in myself. I became the monster I feared. I became the one thing in this world, that I despised most of all. A person who takes anger out on other people.

I'm not even a violent person! I've never been one all my life. Yet today I just snapped.

Feeling Greyson's fur between my finger calms me, but not enough to stop a tear to escape my eye. It falls onto a fallen leaf on the ground making a small noise.

Grey's ears perk up to the sound when I flicker my eyes to him, but I quickly move them back to the ground. Suddenly his head moves in my palms and he nudges my chin up with the tip of his nose.

Reluctantly I look up to his glowing pools of blue, they show sadness and concern as another tear escapes my eye. He whimpers quietly, "He deserved what you gave him." He tells me sternly.

I bite my lip, then smacking my hands onto my face trying to conceal my emotions. Why do i cry so damn much!

"I acted on rage Greyson. I became Darren and-" I quickly stop myself before I say Jared. And I know Greyson caught my almost slip up because he took in a sharp breath. "I was such a violent person right then. I don't even know myself!" I continue quickly.

He growls at me making me slowly uncover my face to look at him. "Well I know who you are. You're still Willa, Willa my perfect little mate," he says making me smile slightly. "You're nothing like Darren. He beat a girl that never did anything to him. But you? You beat an asshole that needed some ass whooping. He can't just lay his hands on you and not get hit after. I'm just glad you were the one that started it because if I did, I probably would've killed him. Sure, I think he'd be better off dead. But that's just my opinion," a wolfy smile twitches on his lips.

I shake my head looking back down. "I don't know Grey. I just feel terrible for what I did, even if he did deserve it." I whisper.

"Please don't be. You're becoming stronger from when I first met you. Instead of being defenseless, you acted. You know how proud I am? I'm ecstatic! You fought back and defended yourself, you're stronger than you give yourself credit for." He bumps his large body against me suddenly. This makes me stumble over a few steps, but makes me smile smalley nevertheless.

I look up to him, to see him staring back at me. "Is there anyway you could shift back? I'd like to just see you."

"In a little, I am your ride after all." He crouches playfully, he even wags his tail making me laugh. "There she is!" He exclaims happily, wagging his tail harder. This proceeds to make me laugh even harder and there's my snorts.

"You might of forgot this, but I arrived here in a car." I raise my eyebrow.

Greyson's tail stops wagging almost immediately, as he straightens his posture. "I linked Faye," he says her name so coldly it sends chills down my back. "She'll meet us back at the pack house. By the way when we see her, stay next to me in case I need to be calmed down."

I nod quickly, there's no use in telling him it wasn't Faye's fault. He knows it's not her fault, but he needs someone other than himself to blame.

He shakes out his fur before walking over to me. I know he's trying to shake out his anger. "But anyways," he links less than a foot away. "Buckle up buttercup 'cause this'll get a little bumpy," he winks slyly as I just scoff.