I looked at Jeremiah a bit nervously, he had eyes that seemed to see into your darkest part and I didn't want any of them looking to deeply.

"I'm sorry- for how I acted earlier. I just can't understand you." Jeremiah admitted, shocking me.

I never expected him to apologize. Heck I never expected to be in their house, let alone talking to anyone. "Everyone can speak their mind, don't worry about it." I waved it off, suddenly remembering I had the older brother nearly between my legs. It was awkward enough talking to people again, let alone three guys. I turned away, careful to avoid touching Zachariah. Slowly eating and drinking the water I sighed. The water felt good in my throat, all the screaming I did made it dry.

"You should stay tonight." Isaiah suddenly blurted, making me swallow the water down the wrong hole. Someone began to pat my back, and judging by the tingling feeling I knew it had to be Zachariah. It was so strange, I didn't even know him, yet instantly I felt this connection. Weird, but so true. His bright blue eyes just drew me in, and while that wasn't the only thing I noticed, they stood out more than anything.

"I'm sorry what did you say?" I coughed out, turning my attention to Isaiah who looked a bit guilty.

"I said, you should stay the night. I mean, it's already late. You could just call your parents up and-" Suddenly realizing I never checked back in, to see if my father was even alive or not. I jumped off the stool and ran out of the house, all three brother's yelling behind me. I didn't stop, but ran faster.

Someone, judging by the tingles again, Zachariah grabbed my arm, and whipped me around. I gasped, losing my balance and falling against his chest. He didn't look too happy, but at the moment I didn't care. I hated my father for what he'd put me through, but he was still my father. "What the hell are you doing?!" Zachariah yelled down at me, shaking me gently.

"I- my father! I ran out of the house, I didn't hear him. He has to be injured!" I rushed out, trying to get out of his hold. The tingles, the warm aura he produced it was overwhelming and I needed to put distance between us.

"We'll come with you. We don't know if there are anymore wolves." Jeremiah said calmly from beside Isaiah.

Nodding, Zachariah slowly let me go and we made our way back to my house. When we got there, Zachariah stopped me from rushing inside. "Stay here and let me check it out first." Reluctantly I nodded, and folded my arms suddenly realizing I left my hoody at their house.

Impatiently I wanted as Zachariah disappeared inside my house, then what seemed like forever later he walked back out. "There was no one inside, a broken window in the kitchen, but no blood or anything to suggest that your father was even home, let alone injured."

I sighed in relief, my shoulders slumping. "Thank goodness." Suddenly realizing I was now home, and alone I wished I'd stayed at their place. Even though, I don't know these guys well, I didn't want to be alone. Especially with a broken window. "You guys should head home. Thank you for saving me, and eh- walking me home."

Zachariah stiffened noticeably and I frowned, not understanding his reaction. "You should still come back to our house, it's not safe for you to be alone." Isaiah said.

I looked at my house, no lights on, no sound and couldn't agree more, but what if my father came home and found out that I wasn't there? I guess I could try to explain what had happened, and maybe I wouldn't get a beating for it? "I need to grab some cloths. Are you sure this isn't a problem? I mean are you parents going to mind, they don't even know me?"

Both Jeremiah, and Isaiah looked to Zachariah who was smirking. Confused, I watched Zachariah as well. "Come, they won't have a problem with you staying. Especially once I explain what had happened. Jeremiah go with her, help her get what she needs. Isaiah and I will wait outside."

I turned and walked into my house, feeling a shiver crawling its way up my spine. I knew now that no matter if my father was home or not, being in this house from now on was going to freak me out. I quickly went to my room, and grabbed some cloths. Stuffing them into a bag quickly, I turned and met Jeremiah in the living room. He held my bag out to me, and I took it with a smile. "You can trust me Elehna." Jeremiah said suddenly. "I know somethings going on with you, I don't know what yet, but it doesn't usually take me long to figure it out. But, my point is, I'll help you. We all will, you just have to say the word."

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Besides Mr. Hodgins, no one has ever seemed to care about what happened to me. Not that I blame them, I keep everyone at a distance. So, my question was, why am I letting them close? "Thank you Jeremiah."

Jeremiah nodded, and without further talking turned and lead me back out of my house. We walked back to their house in silence and the whole time my mind seemed to go over everything that had happened. "You said earlier that it was a wolf? So it wasn't a dog?"

All three of them stiffened at my question, "yes. Wolves are common in this area, and they usually are in packs. It's rare to see a loner." Zachariah said.

I couldn't help, but get the impression that he knew more than he said. I don't know why I'd get that impression since what he said made sense. Shrugging it off, I walked back into the safety of their house. "There's a spare room that you can take for tonight. You should get some sleep, it's been a long day." Zachariah said softly, looking at me like I was- what? What was the expression he wore?

I nodded, feeling suddenly uncomfortable and retreated to the room that Isaiah pointed out. Shutting, and locking the door I decided to take a shower and then cuddled into the bed. It's been the weirdest day ever. I run into the brother's at school, then get attacked by a wolf, then end up at the brother's house, meeting their older brother who for some reason wont leave my mind, and now, now I'm staying the night at their place..... But, the biggest question I have is where was my father?