We settled down at a hotel close to Fort Lauderdale, a Holiday Inn. I shifted back into human form without a problem. My wolf didn't put up a fight, she was just happy with some relief. I'm still sore and hurting but just not near as bad as I was a day ago.

I'm ready to just eat some good food, and sleep for fifteen hours straight.

Drake is getting me food now at a restaurant down the road from the hotel. We are in separate rooms, thank God. I can do something for myself know that I will have privacy.

This is a time I wished I brought my phone with me, at least to check it for a split second but inevitably, I knew that I would see those messages begging me to come back home.

Or maybe I wouldn't find anyone who misses me at all. Maybe I wouldn't have a single unread text message or a missed call. In reality, maybe no one cares that I'm gone. I distanced my self in preparation for this moment so why would I be surprised that no one cares?

A knock sounds at my door, "Room Service!" Drake sings and I giggle a little. He's been cracking jokes and cheering me up and does a pretty good job at it.

I open the door, "AHHH, Chinese!" I get a smell from the bag. Drake follows me in the room and closes the door. I sit on the bed, opening the delicious food as if it is the last food I will ever eat.

"You really love Chinese huh?" Drake asks and sits on the bed. I pull out a noodle box and chop sticks.

"You have no idea." I say and take my first bite. I hadn't realize how much I neglected eating while I've been away. That's why it's probably been so rough on me, a girl's got to eat.

No. It's because we are away from the one person who could fix all of this. My wolf says obnoxiously.

Drake grabs the remote and turns the TV on then after a moment of silence as I eat passes by. The first thing that comes on is the News Channel discussing a Demonic Werewolf in a motel.

The hotel we stayed at.

"A local werewolf says he discovered a Demonic Werewolf, in his terms, at this very hotel. Located right outside of the school district and close to a neighborhood. Locals are frightened at what this could be lurking in the shadows and school has been cancelled to keep the children inside until this creature is caught."

OH. MY. GOD.

"That's crazy! We were just there." Drake says laughing to himself and eating more of his Chinese. He stops paying attention to the TV.

Me? My appetite is lost and my eyes stayed glued to the TV screen as they released a discription of my face.

"The creature went by the name Bailey Shrum. If you encounter this individual, please stay away and call 911. She could be dangerous."

I turn the TV off suddenly, feeling rattled at my face being displayed as a demonic werewolf on live television.

Have people at home seen this? They would recognize me. Would they believe what the news said about me being demonic?

I guess that what I can label this side of me as. Demonic.

It seems harsh because I defiantly don't feel evil. That's why I hide this side of me, so I don't get involved in it. I don't want it to make me evil.

"What? That sounded like a interesting story." Drake says and turns the TV back on.

It was on a different news segment now, thankfully or else I would of had to kill him.

No, I'm just joking even though I'd probably freak out and do God knows what. Certainly not kill him though.

"Probably just a fake story anyway." He says clicking the TV back off again.

"You okay?" He asks. He must had seen the worried expression on my face.

"Uh yeah. I'm just thinking about uh -" I start off and then come short handed with an excuse. "How this Chinese food was prepped. Did you ever watch those videos?"

I'm the worst at excuses.

"Yeah, I've seen then before. I just choose not the think about it. " He says taking another bite of his food, "When you're a werewolf and kill things with your teeth violently it can make what they do seem more humane."

"Yeah." I say and nod my head at him.

"I'm pretty tired. I could sleep for days, but the heat is gone I think." I say and put my food in the mini fridge . Drake gets up, stretching.

"If you need anything holler at me." He says giving me a smile, one that was much different than any smile he has smiled at me before.

"Thanks." I thank him and turn my attention the comfy bed I would be able to have privacy and protection in.

Since I felt as if my heat is over, for now anyway. I could no longer turn my attention to pleasure but instead the topic of my face being broadcast. I have no idea what I am going to do now. My plan failed because I selfishly used my abilities to protect myself.

I should have trusted my wolf to protect us and if it came down to it, I could have chanted. Why didn't I just use my first instinct to protect myself?

Now, I have a target on my back for who knows how long. I need to change things about myself. Maybe my hair color, eye color. I'm sure that after I turned the TV off they mentioned my multiple eye color. I need to get contacts. Maybe do a wild bizzar makeup until I get somewhere safe.

By safe, I mean alone in a cabin in the wilderness basically. That's the only way I can keep myself and everyone else safe.

Or we could go home. Tell them what's going on. My wolf adds. I shake my head.

Or we could go to a deserted island. I say back to her.

She stays silent, I know she's upset and fed up with me. She wants to believe people will accept us, they wouldn't. She's always been that sweet, nurturing and fearless side of me. I loved that about her, about us. I just can't let us ruin our self.

"I'm sorry, but we don't have a choice Claire." I say out loud I do not have a specific name for my wolf, she is a part of me so why would I give her a different name. We are the same, but with different personality traits. I either call her by my name, Claire, or just wolf.

You're scared of what people would think of you, not me. You don't have protect me, you're trying to protect yourself. You have spent so much of your life controlling the "dark" side of you. What if it isn't dark? What if it's a gift?

I shake my head, refusing to believe that this other side of me is good. It can't be.

My eyes turn black. If this was a gift, what does it look so evil?

Just because it looks evil, doesn't mean it is.

I block her out, I can't have her changing my mind. I may not know for sure if it is evil, but I damn sure know that I will not test it out or underestimate it. I could hurt someone, someone I love. I couldn't- I will not put anyone at risk. Not my mother, father, brother, pack- not even my mate.

While I have the fear of hurting someone, or myself. If this knowledge falls into the wrong hands... the combination of my werewolf gene and this-whatever gene can be used as bomb.

I could destroy so many things if someone learns and uses my abilities. They could use my family to make me do things.

I've weighted every option, every single alternative and choice I have.

This is the best one.

I need to ditch Drake and color my hair and put contacts in. I need to turn invisible. Drake can't be involved in this.

So a question you may have is when Theo was watching the news how come he didn't know it was a "she" or see a description of the suspect ? Easy answer to that is he watched the first news announcement of it. JC however, watched the latest announcement of it where the sketch artist drew the picture and more information was released.

What do you think the right thing is for JC to do?

Who is your favorite character so far?

Who thinks that Drake may be a bad guy?

Love you guys !

xoxo Makayla