Disclaimer: I do not own Wolf Star, it's characters, or anything else by Tanith Lee.

From the first time I read this book, I thought that this is what should have happened.

So, here ya go. Enjoy!! Please R&R

I was lying there, in my somewhat spacious cabin, curled into a ball on the lumpy mattress that was my bed. I was crying—that was happening a lot nowadays.

There wasn't really anything to do on that ship, which meant boredom. That boredom left me with a lot of time to think. Sadly, there was only one thing I could think of—Argul. Before I was captured, I never minded spending endless amounts of time thinking about him, but now, his memory brought only pain.

After spending about an hour crying over him, I ran out of tears. I was used to this considering the frequency of my bouts of depression. Once my tears had stopped completely and my breathing had calmed and returned to normal, I decided to go out on deck.

The sailors had grown used to my comings and goings and barely noticed I was there, only acknowledging me when I got in their way, and even then I was only answered with a grunt.

They no longer bothered to bind my hands. We had been sailing for about 26 days, and they knew that I wouldn't be brave enough to actually throw myself off of the boat—they were right.

I meandered around, not thinking or feeling, just existing. I made my way to the back of the boat—or the stern as the sailors call it—and leaned against the rail. It was apparently impossible not to think of Argul because as soon as my feet stopped moving my brain turned on again.

His face filled my every thought. I felt an ache somewhere in my middle, a desperate longing to be with him. It was as if my very skin yearned to be in his presence.

Once the intensity of my desperation reached its peak, I saw him dancing in front of my eyes, hovering at least 10 feet above the water. I knew it wasn't really him; it was just a transparent ghost, a shadow of his true self that my deluded mind created.

Yet, even so, this vision of him filled me with warmth that I had almost forgotten in the midst of my misery and despair.

Love.

Love was replacing loss within my heart, and with that an extraordinary thing happened; something sprang to life inside me. It was a feeling that I had only experienced once before during my brief stay in that wretched Wolf Tower, but one that I would remember for the rest of my life.

I was Argul, or at least I felt like him in almost every way. I was no longer the shy, coward that was Claidi—I was Argul. I felt his bravery, his confidence, his daring, and most of all, his longing for us to be together again.

It was in this moment that I made a decision. Now that I look back, I don't remember actually deciding anything; I just knew what I had to do.

Still oblivious to my presence, the rough sailors that I had existed with for this short period of time didn't see me climb onto the rail of the ship. As I stood there perfectly poised on the railing, I whispered something that I hoped that Argul would hear somehow.

"I'm coming, Argul."

So, that was the first chapter. I'm sorry it was so short. The next one's going to be longer.

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