Pain seared my cheek, tears springing to my eyes.

"Wake up you fucking idiotic flea bag!" Hands shook my shoulders as I threw my arms up at an attempt to protect my face from further abuse.

I knew he was here. I could feel it. Scrunching my eyes, I buried my face in my hands and turned my body away from the onslaught of hands that tried to settle me.

I cried out when my arms were yanked to the side and another slap landed on my face stilling my thrashing body.

"Calm the fuck down." Vicious green eyes stared into me. It was the Cat. Tears welled up and a broken sob made it's way free from my throat destroying the fight I had put up and replacing it with my second emotional breakdown.

"Jesus Christ, can you just be fucking normal for 10 goddamn minutes?" The Cat groaned in annoyance only causing my body to heave with more sobs.

Everything, from my dreams to my reality all of it was too much. If this Cat wanted me dead, I would gladly accept his offer. I had nothing and no one. I lost my pack and my chance at a future with a new one. I lost any chance I had hoped at finding my mate, I lost my future and had no past.

I felt arms circling me and lifting me onto a lap. I clung to the comfort the Cat shifter was offering me. My arms wrapped around his neck and I buried my nose into him, sobbing. His scent was almost comforting and I attempting to inhale it wanting to imprint the scent to memory. This was a comfort. I faintly heard mumbling but tried to focus more on his smells over his words. My wolf felt soothed, the heart beat and scent from the other male was like a blanket covering mine in warmth. Images of Levi and Bens warm faces flashed into my mind and I squeezed the Cat tighter.

He didn't say anything else. His arms wrapped around my body and he rocked us. We stayed like that for a while until my sobs calmed down until I was hiccuping.

"If I knew you were going to be more emotional than my mother, I would have left you outside." I think his comment was meant to be a joke because his slick voice ended in a chuckle.

Sniffling, I pulled away wiping my eyes with my hands. I kept my eyes cast downwards at my hands and realized I was fully naked. My nudeness never bothered me before but that was around wolves. Cats just seemed a lot different, and with this one being the first shifter I've ever come across, outside wolves, I felt myself becoming self-conscious.

Hands grasped my waist slowly push me back onto the bed and out of the lap I had occupied.

"So, how many more crying episodes will I have to get through before you start talking?" His voice sounded a little irritated and I felt powerless. I had never cried so much in my life. I hadn't been allowed to cry before, but now it was like a free for all and the water works and emotions were everywhere.

Not only that, but I was unsure of how to communicate with him. I glanced up and was met with expecting eyes. I took a glance around the room looking for something I could use. Nothing.

Instead, I opened my mouth to make an attempt to talk. I wasn't sure how to form words, my tongue suddenly felt too large in my mouth and as I tried to speak it came out sounding strange and nowhere near sounding anything like a word.

The man sitting next to me looked at me strangely as I continued to try and verbalize what he wanted to know. It took a moment when his confused expression finally shown with understanding.

"You can't speak." Finally, a statement that I could readily nod my head to and not make a fool of myself. "Fuck me stupid." He sure did have a way with words, I'm not sure why he wanted to be fucked stupid, so I just stared at him hoping he'd elaborate.

Running a hand over his face he muttered incoherently under his breath before letting out an exasperated sigh. "Can you at least write?" I perked up at his question and nodded my head. I could do that.

"I'll be back." Getting up he left the room going up the steps. I fought the urge to follow him. I was still on edge after having woken up from my nightmare and was feeling vulnerable. I sat there waiting, my wolf was feeling some relief after being comforted. He was still on edge but found solace in being in the Cats presence. He was still scared of him but since the moment we stepped into the house his demeanor towards us had changed. I wasn't sure if it was because I had broken down last night and this morning or if things would change but I was thankful for the turn of events.

It felt like hours but truly it was mere minutes before he opened the door and came back down the stairs. In one hand were a notebook and pen while the other held clothes.

I stared at the male for a moment and realized just how attractive he was. My wolf appreciates the view as well. He wasn't topless like he'd been the night before, but the black shirt he wore hugged his frame tightly allowing it to detail the lean muscles underneath the fabric.

"Here, put this on." Clothes we're tossed into my lap and I hurriedly put them on. The shirt was too big, and the pants too long as well. The pants had a set of strings that seemed to tighten his waist but I was unsure how to tie them shut. Fumbling with it for a moment I felt my frustration mount.

"You're like a helpless idiot." Slapping my hands away he grabbed the strings and tied the jogging pants for me. The clothes felt nice, but I was dirty and I wished I had gotten a shower the night before.

"Pierce." The Cat straightened his back and looked at me. Pierce? I tilted my head to the side and gave him a questioning look.

Rolling his eyes he sat down grabbing the notepad and pen. "My name, it's Pierce."

I liked his name.