(AN: based on both of Kelley Armstrong's series, Darkest Power and Women of the Otherworld. Also to note, all new characters are my intellectual property where as all of her previously created characters are her's. Read, review, enjoy.)

Prologue

Running was all that I knew these days. Never spend too much time sitting still or you'd be in trouble. This was the advice I'd been given when I had escaped from the Edison Group. They were clever little ass holes well organized, people after me because of the powers I could wield. They were sick sons' of bitches who probably would stalk me across the universe to get me back. Not that I was that special in my own mind, just your everyday average necromancer whose father just happened to have been a demon. No biggy.

There was a loud snap of a branch and I knew I'd not run quite far enough yet to reminisce and bitch in my head just yet. The dense forest was perfect cover for me, who had wisely chosen to wear deep a deep green sweater and dark jeans. Usually running in the dark was something I found deliciously fun, but when you were running for your life, it lost some of its relaxing magic.

I kept myself listening as I ran as quickly as I could from the steps behind me. Two sets of steps maybe? Big ones too, clumsy and loud, probably one of the rent a cops the group hired, half demons like myself, but likely much more powerful I guessed. I kept pushing through the darkness, I was small, i was quicker then them, I would make it, simply because failing would mean either more poking, prodding and pain or even death.

I kept running, branches and bushes whipping past me with my own adrenaline pumped speed. My feet didn't falter as much as usual over the heavy brush and the soft moist ground of the forest. Eventually I felt I couldn't run anymore. I peeked under a rather rotted and old tree, its branches barren and hunched onto the ground. There was a small hole under it, likely the remnants of an old fox burrow. I was cold, and tired and I couldn't run anymore, so I carefully crawled into the tiny space, curling up into a foetal position and I cried. And like every time I cried, it rained. The joys of being a Tempestras half demon. Can't defend yourself worth a shit but when you cry, it rains. I cried and I prayed I'd be safe for another night, resting my head in the muddy ground, to sleep.

Chapter 1

Jaime woke up early that day, as if someone had roused her unwillingly from her slumber. She untangled herself from Jeremy's arms and slowly crawled from the bed to sit on the corner. She rubbed her eyes and let out a small shout spotting Eve looking right back at her from the windowsill. This of course woke Jeremy up with a start and a growl.

"S-Sorry Jeremy, Eve just decided to sneak up on me...again." she'd turn her eyes to the ghost witch and she'd force a light smile, it creeped her out that Eve had been watching them sleep, even if Jaime knew there must be a good reason.

"Not here for a social visit Jaime," Eve said, even though there was clearly amusement glistening in her dark eyes. "We have a necro to save."

Jaime frowned some and glanced at Eve a bit closer. "What do you mean, save?" she'd ask after filling Jeremy in on what Eve was relaying to her. Eve just shook her head and pointed out the window.

"You need to send people to get her, she's been moving like a woman possessed, she's scared and her pursuers are supernatural, much quicker then I think she knows. She's travelling through northern Ontario, I'm not sure where she is intending to go, but she'd hiding under a damned tree and thinking that will keep her safe. You know Jeremy has a few werewolves in Ontario right now, is it possible for them to find her, I can give you a good description, though I'm fairly certain a girl would be damned easy to find in the bloody wilderness." Eve finished, her hands on her hips, a look that showed she knew Jeremy wouldn't deny this task if Jaime asked it.

"Fine." and Jaime relayed the message to Jeremy. It was a process she and Eve often completed, though usually to Paige or Lucas since they were the detectives. But Jaime and Jeremy both knew why Eve had elected to come to them, Jeremy did have 2 wolves in Ontario, Thunder bay to be exact checking in on a mutt report.

"Tell Eve I'll have Reese and Nick go look for her." he grabbed the phone and dialled Nick's cell to relay the information, giving Jaime the opportunity to have a few private, or as private as words got in a house full of werewolves, with Eve.

"How much trouble is this girl in, Eve? What has she done? And whose after her?" Jaime asked all at once. It wasn't often people went after necromancers, usually they pursued the more powerful witches, or half demons.

"After talking to her briefly, she's said she escaped from some kind of, well the way she described it, someplace like where I was killed." Eve rubbed the bridge of her nose, as if annoyed she couldn't have dealt with this herself. Being dead had some disadvantages. "They've been experimenting on her for what sounded like years. She said they called her Project Phoenix, and she also said they called themselves the Edison Group. She's scared Jaime, I don't know how she got out, but i got a look at her, she's scrawny, like she's been underfed, and there's needle marks all over her. Your boys pack needs to help her, and soon, their right on her trail." Eve was frowning, she was actually afraid, which made Jaime wish she could actually offer the witch some kind of comfort.

"If anyone can help her, its the Pack." that was the best that Jaime could offer.

The snapping twigs were getting closer and closer. My eyes were squinted shut, remembering my mother's words when I'd been 7 and seen my first ghost. 'If you can't see them then they can't see you' words that I knew were a lie but they brought me comfort right now.

"I think I have her scent." I heard a lightly accented voice call to someone else. The footsteps slowed, making me tense in my hiding spot. The rotted tree was like my safe haven, and so I pushed myself even deeper into its small holey safety.

"It's alright, kid, we're not here to hurt you, Eve sent us." Eve, that name. It was then that it struck me that the witch I'd spoken to a few days ago, the ghost, she'd found another necromancer like she'd promised, and she'd sent help! My joy overrode my fear and made me shift out of the hole and up into the cool night air. Even in May, the northern Ontario air was cooler then I was used to, it stung me like an icy barb in my chest. As I struggled to inhale, a fist slammed into my side, forcing a scream from my frosted lungs.

"FUCK!" I heard that accented voice call, as large hands clasped about my waist, tossing me over a large back like a sack of old potatoes. I did what any sane individual would do, I screamed, clawing my short nails over the back of my assailant. Just my luck he was a ferratus demon, causing my clawing to rip my nails off at the roots as he hardened his skin to steel. Pain shot through me making my screaming more desperate and making my hands bleed leaving the ones trying to help me a trail to follow.

"Shut yer trap girl or I'll make sure you can't scream." His hand rested over my head, as he slowly applied pressure, making me gasp. Was he going to crush my skull? Was I better off dead to them? Even as that thought went through my mind I refused to cry or be silenced. I kept kicking and clawing fruitlessly with bloody hands, I wasn't one to go down quietly.

"Let me go!" I screamed. It took a moment for me to realize he had stopped moving forwards. I opened my eyes and saw why, two men stood before him now. Both looked pretty young and admittedly, in better situations I might have done a once over of both, but all I wanted was to be out of his arms. I kept kicking, screaming and even growling until he just let me drop like a rock to the ground, mud staining the ass of my jeans.

"What do you two pretty boys want? This is my prey, find yer own" The Ferratus guy said to the men. I took the opportunity to crawl away from them, and looked to my left seeing a slight movement. I smiled seeing Eve, and whispered a small thank you.

"Don't thank me yet, they still have to take out the Iron giant over there first. Are you hurt?" Eve asked. I lifted my hands showing about 8 of my 10 nails torn off.

"I didn't realize what he was till they snapped off at the root, it hurt." was all I could manage to whisper. I didn't want to watch, I knew how tough this kind of demon was. I closed my eyes and hoped I could help in some way. I felt for the weather, for the winds. To light to force them down to help, but I grinned. There was enough moisture in the vicinity to help with some fog. Not a lot, but i hoped it would distract the demon enough to let the guys escape. Eve cleared her throat and laughed, making me turn to look at her, losing my concentration.

"You realize their werewolves, they don't need your help to bring this guy down, Holly." I pouted to her making her laugh some more. "Watch and learn."

It didn't take long For the two to take care of the demon. I'd never seen people as strong as them, and more so I'd never seen anyone take out a ferratus demon like that. My shock must have showed because as the two men came closer, they both stopped short of me.

"S-S-Sorry, just, I've never seen anyone take down a ferratus, like, ever." I said timidly, standing slowly and rubbing the mud off my ass. I forced a weak, tired smile and offered them each one of my hands. "Holly Shaw." They each took my offered hands and shook them with wicked little grins on their faces.

"I'm Nick and this is Reese, pleasure to save you Miss Shaw." which made me blush in turn, uttering a weak call me Holly.

"You're freezing, let's get you to the hotel and Nick can get you some clothes, he has better taste then me." The one called Reese said, lifting me into his arms and frowning as he noted my hands. "You didn't go quietly hmm, good girl." Which caused me to smile before finally letting the fatigue consume me and passing out so completely in his arms.

I woke up in a hotel room, something I'd never really been in all of my life. Mom hadn't liked travelling, and we didn't really have the funds to do so anyway. I shifted in the covers and went deep red realizing I was wearing nothing but my bra and panties. I knew my clothing was spent, filthy and wet, but I guess I hadn't expected to wake up naked though. Reese sat on the couch next to the bed, lightly dozing. I'd never met a werewolf before, and if anything I'd been expecting something out of the wolf man movies, but he was nothing like that. I did notice he was missing two fingers though, which made me wonder what his life had been? Did it mirror mine? Had he suffered all the hardships that I had, or was that just wishful thinking? He caught me looking to his fingers, or lack there of and smirked. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed and dropped a bag in front of me with an all be it wolfish grin.

"Nick got you some new clothing, and we're sorry we had to strip you, but you were running a fever and the wet clothes weren't helping, sides I promise I didn't look." he said with a wink and opened the bag, I went wide eyed at that seeing not only new clothing, but nice stuff too, not just thrift store clothes like I usually got. He noted my face and chuckled "You should take a shower and change in the washroom, promise I won't peek again." He said moving back to his chair and nodding off again.

I took his advice and was lad of it. It felt like heaven to wash off the filth of the past few weeks. I think I was in the shower itself for an hour or two, just inhaling the clean scents of the shampoo and the soap. I didn't ever want to leave the shower, hell if i could have spent the rest of the day in there I would have, but I still had to thank Reese and Nick properly for all of their help before I headed out again.

I got out of the shower, with some coaxing from the knocks on the door and got dressed in the jeans and T-shirt that Nick had picked up for me. He'd also gone out of his way to get me a very warm sweatshirt to keep out the cold. I wasn't sure I could ever thank them for all of their help after this.

"I um, just wanted to thank you guys for all of your help, it's really sweet of you, but I should get going before their on my ass again." As I moved to the door, Reese grabbed for my arm, effectively stopping me. I whirled around, blinking at the both of them, confused.

"We're taking you to Syracuse with us, to the Pack's home, we have a necromancer there waiting for you, Jaime Vegas, I'm sure you've heard of her." Nick said. I had to pause a moment and eyed them with confusion.

"Their going to come after me though, it isn't safe at all, even if you are werewolves, these guys aren't playing. I heard that they've killed werewolves before, I don't want to be responsible for that. I'm better off alone." After all, I had been alone my whole life since Mom had passed.

"Nonsense, Holly, you're coming with us, and trust me, we're not afraid of some stupid group. I promise, no one is going to hurt you not with us here, and especially once we get you back to Syracuse. We do have to finish our business here first, we got a rogue Mutt killing humans, but we've already tracked him down, and you might be able to help us catch him, if you don't mind." Reese added. It made me smile, actually being asked to help, being asked to be with people. It was something I hadn't experienced since my powers had come to full when I was 15. No one wanted to hang with the orphan girl who saw ghosts.

"Alright, if you guys are sure." I was still skittish, I didn't want to put them in danger, so if I felt I was, I wouldn't hesitate to bolt and save them. Reese was watching me as I spoke, and it almost seemed like he could read my face. His smile faltered at my words, but I hadn't really paid much attention to it in the first place.

"You need to trust us, just for a little while" Nick said. And it felt nice to have, people, to not just talk to the dead. Live friends, it was something new I'd have to adjust to.