like father like daughter.

Matt smiled softly at her and nodded his head. "You're welcome," he said. He knelt down beside the tub again, watching her sort of struggle to wash herself. "Here, let me help." He took the washcloth from her and started gently scrubbing her skin, starting on her shoulders and her arms. Once he finished those, he moved to her back, gently massaging her back with the washcloth. He moved her hair out of the way, looking at her and smiling. "Let me know if I hurt you or anything."

Hazel couldn't help but feel a little ashamed that washing herself was so difficult her father was doing it for her, but at the same time it felt nice and relaxing, and it took her mind off of the awful incident that had happened. "You're doing fine..." she said, feeling a little bad at how monotone her voice sounded. She curled up a little bit and put her face down into her knees.

Matt frowned slightly as he watched her. "Hazel, I'm so sorry this happened to you," he said with as much genuinity as possible. He really meant it too. "Maybe if I had stayed a little longer, this wouldn't have happened." He shook his head, feeling like it was his fault now. He should have stayed in her room with her for longer. It wouldn't have happened if he did, but he'd been so tired and he just wanted to sleep. He began washing her lower back, stopping once he reached her bottom and pulling his hand away.

Her eyes closed, now feeling a little worse because he blamed himself. "You don't have to stop..." She mumbled as he pulled his hand away. Her head rested on her knees, and turning it from its side so her face was buried in her arms she sighed. "It's not your fault..." Intellectually, she knew it was the wolves who took her. It was their fault. But harsh thoughts in her head told her otherwise. "Please keep washing me..." She asked, her voice tinged with sadness. It made her feel a little better and she felt willing to do anything to feel better.

Matt frowned, nodding slowly. He reached around the front to start washing her legs, starting with her feet and then moving up to her shins. He knew the water was gonna start getting cold soon so he went a bit faster, stopping at her thighs. "Maybe you should finish the rest of your body," he mumbled. He would feel kind of awkward touching her anywhere else than the general areas. He assumed she would too. But if she didn't have the strength to do it, he could go get one of her sisters to help her out.

"Mkay..." Hazel murmured. She was feeling so tired, but not like she could sleep. Quickly running the washcloth over the rest of her body, she reached over and drained the water, then curling up again and watching the water spin down the drain. Again, she felt like she had to work up the motivation and energy to get up, dry off, and get dressed. She felt pathetic- which made it all worse. Tears pricked at her eyes, and she bit her lip, swallowing to keep back the impulse to cry.

Matt frowned. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her shoulders. He helped her out of the tub and dried her off the best he could before pulling her clothes on her body. He led her into his room, deciding he'd let her sleep in his bed for the night. He began brushing her hair, knowing she was on the verge of tears. "Let it out, Hazel," he said. "It's okay. It's just you and me. Nobody else has to know." He knew it was a wolf instinct to not want to show signs of weakness, but he also knew that it wasn't good to hold back all your emotions either.

Hazel felt immensely grateful to her father for helping her with the process she didn't have the emotional energy for, and when she realized that he was going to let her sleep in his bed, a little bit of the weight went off her shoulders. It'd be much easier to feel safe this way. At his words, she glanced back at him as he ran the brush through her shoulder length hair, letting out a shaky breath and sniffling. She didn't like crying, especially in front of others, and she knew it was the wolf in her. But she was safe with him, and she let herself cry, bringing her knees up to her chest and sobbing into her arms.

Matt continued to brush her hair as she cried, knowing there was really nothing he could do but just comfort her and let her cry it out. He finished brushing her hair and set the brush aside, remembering some of the nights when he'd done nearly the same for Sabrina. If she'd had a bad night, he'd help her shower, then brush her hair and hold her until she fell asleep. He pulled her into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of her forehead. "It's gonna be okay now," he said. "You're safe, I promise."

Hazel relaxed as Matt wrapped his arms around her, her sobs starting to subside into sniffles and hiccups. She was feeling better after having a cry, and she was also feeling safe with her father's arms around her. He was big and strong and she knew nothing could get at her with him there. She let her body mold against his, the exhaustion starting to overtake her and she was starting to finally feel sleepy. "Thank you," she murmured, clearly starting to fall asleep.

Matt nodded his head. He gently laid her down on his bed and pulled the covers over her body, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Get some rest," he said, standing up. He turned the lamp off and left the room, shutting the doors and looking around. He walked down the hallway, scratching his head and sighing softly. He made his way to the kitchen, picking up an apple and eating it. Once he finished it, he walked upstairs, finding the closest bedroom to his room and finding out who was inside it.

Hazel felt her heart sink as her father left her side- she'd genuinely been hoping he'd stay. But she was tired enough she could fall asleep anyhow, and soon fell into a fitful slumber.

Zacky looked over as the door opened, sitting at the desk in the bedroom working on things on his laptop. "Hey," he said, typing out a few more words between turning the chair towards him. "How's it going?"

Matt walked in and shut the door behind him. "Hey," he said. "I have a huge favor to ask of you." He sat on the edge of Zacky's bed, really hoping his brother would listen to him. "After what happened to Hazel, I'm afraid it might happen to her again. And I don't want her in that same room. I want her in the room nearest mine, which is yours. I'm asking if you'll trade rooms with her. I know the children's rooms are a lot smaller, but it would mean the world to me if you would trade."

Zacky looked visibly uncomfortable, leaning back in his chair. His room was clearly decorated to his preferences, somewhat gothic, while also minimalist. The guitar that he loved to play was mounted on the wall, and he had a large mural on another wall with a skull on it. He glanced around his room, then at Matt. "Are you sure her being in my room would help?" He asked, referring to the somewhat gruesome mural. He really didn't want to give up his room, but he also didn't want to outright say no. If he could make it seem like a better idea to have it elsewhere, he might be able to keep his own. "Plus, they'll expect you to move her. I would. It might be easier just to have someone guard outside her door while she's sleeping."

Matt frowned. "She was raped, Zack," he said. "And I know that might not seem like a big deal to you because you were born a wolf and in the wolf world, men control women all the time. But in the real world, where I grew up, that's not okay." Matt hadn't always been a wolf. He'd been turned when he was a teenager, right before meeting Sabrina, in fact. It had been the most painful experience in his life. But he figured that's why he was so open to treating women with respect, and letting them have choices and leadership. "She doesn't feel safe in her room anymore. She wants to be close to my room, and I can understand why. I saved her. I can easily move your things to that room and have your mural repainted. Come on, man. When have I ever asked for something like this before? I never ask you guys of anything."

Zacky groaned and rubbed his face- it wasn't as big a deal to him. Frankly, it'd only been in the past couple of generations where rape was considered truly bad. But, Matt was the alpha, and he could tell that Matt was willing to order him out of the room if necessary. "Fine. But give me like, two days to pack and move, okay?" He was obviously irritated, having to give up a nice leadership room for a girl- and not even a turned one at that. "I will eventually get to be back in here, right?

Matt gave him a look, shaking his head. "Don't act like a child, Zack," he said as he stood up. "I asked nicely. I could have told you to get out and not asked at all." He didn't know what was up with his pack mates lately, but they were all acting like fucking children, and it was annoying. Johnny seemed to be the only one that somewhat knew right from wrong, but Matt figured that was because the other man had been born human as well. These men needed a wakeup call. Things were going to be changing around here soon. And the ones that truly loved him would stay. If the others didn't want to, they could leave and never turn back. He didn't care. He walked back to his room and slipped in, shutting the door behind him and walking over to lay on his side of the bed.

"God, Matt, fine!" Zacky called a little louder than he meant to, sounding pissed. He turned back to his work, intending to procrastinate a little on getting his room packed up.

Zacky's yell woke Hazel with a start, and she looked around, her eyes wide but sleepy, trying to figure out what had woke her. When she saw her father, she immediately reached out her hands for him, wanting to be held. Her heart was racing, she knew she had no reason to be scared, but she was anyhow.

Matt frowned deeply, sliding his arms around Hazel and pulling her close to him. "Hey, sh," he whispered, running his fingers through her hair. "It's okay. It's just Zack being an asshole. Don't worry. You're safe." Now he really wanted to punch the other man, but he wouldn't stoop that low. He was better than that. He had plans to hold a meeting tomorrow, with everyone in the house. Everyone. The men, the women, the children, everyone. He had an announcement to make. A big announcement.

Hazel snuggled tightly against her father, her hyperventilation starting to calm as she was starting to feel safe again. "Thank you..." She murmured, starting to relax against him. "Zacky is an asshole..." She mumbled. She'd never liked most of the guys- they weren't kind, and creeped her out a little.