Without opening my eyes I relish in the feel of soft sheets draping over me, the cool cotton a soft whisper on my naked skin. It feels perfect after the hell of cold air and rough flooring. The world is silent around me, my soft breathing and the muffled sound of the ocean faint sounds dancing in my ear drums. It's almost enough to send me back to sleep for a few years. With my eyes still close I relax back into the large bed ready to let sleep take me. Stretching out my tires body I feel the crusty scab covering my side spilt, warm wet blood seeping into the covers.

Letting out a painful yelp I flinch harshly and feel more blood seep passed. Slowly sitting up so as not to make it worse I grab a corner of the cool sheet and hold it over the six inch wound decorating my side; the thin fabric does little to absorb the blood but it's more a sense feeling like I'm doing something rather than just letting blood fall everywhere.

"Fuck," I say into the silent room hearing my voice echo in the silence of early morning. How long was I out for; an hour, a day or gods forbid a week?

As I keep the red silk-smooth covers over my bloody wound I slowly look around for something else to use as a bandage. Glancing around I find myself once again within Masuda's spacious room, now more than ever. If it wasn't for the bed spread or new paint smell I would have thought I was in somewhere else; the formally dark walls are paint an off white to match the new see-through fabric framing the balcony windows, towards the door is a towering pile of boxes apparently full and waiting to be moved.

"What the hell?" I ask the empty room trying to listen for any sound from the surrounding apartment. There's nothing, not even the sound of something wondering around in the kitchen or the sound of Amber and Vincent asleep, their breathing heavy, nearly a snore.

Slowly standing up I think about walking into the bathroom, maybe see if Masuda keeps first aid things in there, but the sight of so many small and large boxes stacked together by the door tells me there's no point. Looking outside I watch as the sky starts to lighten with predawn. My internal body clock tells me that it's close to five or half four; way too early for the world to be awake either way.

Stepping before the glass door a small part of me is shocked to see it's unlocked, the white handle giving under my hand and the door opening wide. Warm ocean air rushes to meet me, the salty breeze stinging my side but altogether rather refreshing. Even though the sun has yet to pass the horizon the chill of night has all but disappeared, replaced with the promise of a hot day, a day full of ice-cream and swimming; children free for six weeks until the chill sets in and summer gives way. How quickly time has flown by and my life has changed.

Stepping out I lean against the cool metal handrail, feeling the breeze messing my bed hair and caressing my skin; looking at the view I can understand what people mean by picture perfect, a lightening blue sky, the misty outline of the Isle of White, the grey ocean looking still and calm with its high tide hiding the stony beach, the grass banks look wet and inviting while the concert road and path are empty of life; no cars, no bikes, no people, not even a wild fox wondering along the cost or a bird looking for its breakfast.

Leaning on a pale wrist I close my eyes and enjoy the peace and quiet; who knows how long this peaceful atmosphere will last? What with both the Vampires and other Were's unhappy with Masuda, not forgetting the witches. How is it that in less than a moth I have ruined an almost perfect natural order of things and created a civil war between the Supernatural creatures?

With my eyes closed listening to the calm water lapping against concert path I wait for the first birds to wake and start their calls. Minutes pass me by as I stand naked on the balcony without a care in the world. Slowly I hear something over the lapping of the tide, the noise growing louder with each passing second. Looking around I watch a dark mass of running paws approach from the east. In the morning light it's hard to make out the different blacks, browns, grey and white coats as the pack run closer, their intense eyes hidden in the morning glow.

As the pack gather before the apartment block I smile as I watch members of all ages running, playing or relaxing together in the brightening light. As I watch one lone member, much larger than all the others slowly moves away, the pack watching him cross the road with the intelligence of humans. As I watch the others once more start to play safe in the knowledge no human will see them this early I can't help but wonder where the belief Were's are mindless beast appear from; while born human unlike their Shape shifter bothers and trapped to only one form, the differences between stop there.

Laughing as I watch little Alana, the only pup, pin a much large, darker coloured member I sense the person in the doorway behind me. Leaning against the boarded balcony I turn to watch him step closer. With most of my memories still blurry I take a minute to appreciate to beauty and majestic of the creature before me. Standing taller than my waist with powerful muscles clear beneath a chestnut coat, his tail still behind him with ears cocked and ready to pick up the tiniest of sounds; staring into amber eyes I smile.

TV does little to show the true beauty of a wolf, standing proud and tall; a hunter, a leader, a king in his own right.

"Had fun?" I ask watching the play of muscles and bone and organs slowly move under his thick skin, the fur falling out to show pink skin only to be blown away in the wind. Within minutes Masuda is standing before me, naked as I am.

"We can't stay here," he answers walking over to me, watching the others with their play.

"Why?" I ask quietly leaning back into him as his arms warp around me.

"They're hunting us."

"No, they're hunting me, again" I reply resting my head on his shoulders.

"Not just the Werewolves and Vampires; the humans believe you kidnapped and held prisoner; the death of the Shape shifters only reinforced their belief," Masuda told me tightening his hold and speaking into my hair.

"Do you know who did it?" I ask refereeing back to the destructive blaze that destroyed my home and then the cold blooded murder of my sisters, bothers and family.

"Yes."

"Who?" I ask softly watching the sun finish appearing above the sea, the heat already starting to take the nights moister away from the lush grass. Reports of a coming heat wave whisper in the back of my mind, back when my life was simple and my family was my only concern.

"Marcos Howell; a wizard hired by an unknown Shape shifter was paid a handsome sum to create the fire intended to kill the people who raised you; I can only guess that once he failed to kill them his employer went to finish the job. So far the only links I have found to who the employer is are now dead ends." Masuda says his report in a cool voice, a tone which suggests he's done this hundreds of times. Looking up at the tall Asian man with the corner of my eye I watch as he over looks his pack as they change back to human form, piles of mutli coloured fur blown away by a faint breeze as the heat quickly increases.

"Who do you know?" I ask leaning back into him, feeling my body mould to his, his hardness resting between the cheeks of my arse.

"Marcos Howell is dead, we found his body lay out in his own bed; we followed his scent into the Between but then lost it. Whoever it was, is someone strong enough to manipulate the Between."

"You have a theory," I say watching as the last of the pack stroll into the apartment block. I try not to moan as I squirm against him, a low burn fire building inside of me; no longer am I shocked at how quickly my body reacts to him. His low chuckle brushes my hair; his lips moving to kiss my head as his arms once more tighten, pressing me tightly to him.

"The demon who attacked you, since you killed him there have been no more links or signs. We know have one less worry about." Moving to kiss the tender skin of my neck Masuda is careful not to brush my weeping side as his hands move lower, cupping my stiff length and causing me to sigh blissfully.

"You're wrong," I try to say pass a moan, groaning as he stops his movements, his hot hands still on my erection. "I didn't kill him, he was pulled into the Between and dragged away; death would be an easy escape for him so now he faces an endless time of pain and almost death under Father's orders."

"How do you know this?" Masuda asks before restarting his movements. Moaning loudly I say nothing in reply wondering myself how I knew this.

As I arch into him I moan at the sensations attacking my body, the fire inside me of caused by Masuda's touch, the faintest dying breeze caressing my flushed skin, the sting of salt on my side; my hypersensitive skin could easily be the death of me, and it's a death I wouldn't mind.

Over the sound of both mine and Masuda's harsh breathing and groans for pleasure I hear a faint sound, a call over the wind as soft as a baby's sigh. The feeling of hidden eyes watching over me reminds me of an old memory, the freshly painted balcony exchanged for a tatty bed and dusty sheets, bloody walls and the feeling of being safe. Within the memory I see myself through the eyes of those around us, the couple on the bed, me and Masuda. The sight makes me moan loudly in response, better then a choreographed sex scene or a porn movie; with each sound escaping me I feel the faintest touch of Masuda's hands moving faster and faster over me. The overwhelming sense of approval brings a smile to my face, relief at the knowledge this was, is, allowed and blessed with their approval.

"Masuda, it's time."

Everything stops; my heartbeat, the breeze around me, the sea's movement, Masuda's gentle hands; I can feel the tension flowing through Masuda as Amber stands firm behind the glass door, her breathing still as if someone's pressed pause.

"Leave us," Masuda growls low in his throat, the muscles in his arms bunching.

"But…" Amber starts before he growls loudly.

"Have the pack ready to move out now; we'll be down soon."

For the first time I'm seeing the Alpha, the leader of the pack ready to take what he wants and do as he wishes. Feeling the head of his thick erection resting gently against the twitching muscles of my hole I try to muffle a moan, my body doing everything to try and pull him in, to stop the fire inside of me and get rid of the emptiness.

"Yes sir" Amber replies. Without looking I can tell she's trying everything to appear submissive, her standing in the pack at risk if she doesn't, the low bow would still leave her soft neck on display, ready for him to take in his mouth and clamp onto if she displease him. As she turns to walk away another sound drifts towards us, the smell of burning rubber and wail of sirens causing everyone to freeze; it could only mean one thing.

The police have found me.

As if someone has flipped a switch Masuda pulls me inside pushing me towards the bed where a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt has been left out. Throwing the clothes at me Masuda walks out with Amber, call back to tell me to meet him the door. As I rush to dress, wondering at Masuda's sudden modesty a part of me wonders how we'll get out of this; how do people stay on the run form the police, let alone the supernatural?

Walking towards the balcony door I briefly look outside to see how much time we have, trying my hardest not to think about all the prints I'm leaving behind. There down the road, maybe five or six miles are two squad cars, their sirens blazing and most likely waking everyone up. There's no way to get out of this in one piece. Locking the door I keep my hand from shacking with pure will alone.

"What now?" I ask; where will we hide? It's not like we can leave the country; don't they normally tell airport security about missing people, to stop them immigrating? Looking around I notice that the boxes have been moved, the whole building eerily silent in contrast to the noise outside; with one last look, seeing in my mind the dark colours and fabrics marking this room as Masuda, I run out of the door, rushing towards the front door where Masuda is over watching everyone piling boxes by the door, the smell of patrol and gas thick in the air. What is he planning?

As I approach Masuda I overhear the last of his orders, the pack members piling into the many cars lining the garage; "… everyone take a different route, we don't want to be followed."

"I've never seen the garage this full," I say walking up behind him, the soft sound of my flip flops giving him all the warning he needed of my approach.

"And in a few minutes it'll never be this full again" Masuda replies.

"What do you mean?" I ask warping my arms around him briefly before picking a sleep Alana up.

"This place… has many secrets, pack secrets that no one can ever find. Fire easily gets rid of or hides things."

"You're going to burn the place, aren't you?" placing Alana on my hip I slowly walk down the stairs, watching the last of the cars disappear onto the main road now filling up with traffic; the sudden appearance of morning traffic always surprises me, more so when it's people finally done with school and rushes to embrace the summer. It would be easy for the cars to disappear into the traffic.

Hearing the purring engine of a plain light blue people-carrier I open the door to find a sullen Amber sitting in the back with a child's seat next to her. Placing the napping Alana in her raised seat I move to the front, closing the door and hearing it locking. "Where's Vincent?" I asked trying to displace the near silence and trying not to watch as Masuda poured more petrol over the sodden boxes and surrounding area leading towards the building's electrical wires. I don't want to watch as he burns everything, willing destroying things that made up his world.

"He left with some of the others to sort out some business. I don't know when we'll be meeting up." With her curt answer the car fell into near silence only broken every once and in a while by Alana's soft sleepy mutterings. After countless minutes the driver's side door opened and Masuda slid into the hard seat. Without saying a word he put the car into first and drove away, quickly pulling into the traffic as the sound of crackling fire echoed behind us.

"Why's there so much traffic?" I asked trying to ignore the sound and smell of burning fabric and cardboard.

"Lilith's had a few years to practice her magic without being discovered," was all Masuda would say in response. As we slowly crept towards the police car I watched as the muscles in Masuda's hands and arms grew tense, his knuckles white and face set into an unemotional mask. The car was silent and still. Seconds slowly passed by. I could feel the police looking in, a brief glance, nothing more and made sure to keep facing away from them.

More seconds passed and the police car was slowly trying to speed their way towards the apartment, stuck behind families in their large cars all with the same goal of finding a parking space for a day at the beach.

We were nearly four miles away from the apartment before the sound of exploding glass and unbearable heat reached us. Cars froze, some skidding into the other lane, people quickly rushing about to see what was wrong, like vultures they wanted to be the first to the gossip. As we drove away more and more sirens could be heard, nearly every type of emergency service rushing to fulfil their duty.

Looking behind I watch the fire light the morning sky and wonder, is this all my life will now include? Having to let go of everything to be safe?

As I watch the world go by I try and think about possibilities about to open to me, my life growing up in a sunny beachside town over and the world before me; surely with the pack and Masuda around everything will be fine.

One day.