Bo watched the little girl twirl, the prophecy still ringing in her head.

A child born with blood of beast, ghoul, and ancient. She will bring death to all. Doomed are the warriors who stand against her. She will consume us all.

She hated that people thought Dylan was the girl from the prophecy. She was such a kind child. Bo could see how the first part could be her, but she wasn't willing to believe it. It was impossible for someone to have two biological fathers. But, of course Lauren had questioned it. Any other person of course couldn't have two fathers, but like she said, Bo wasn't an ordinary fae and her children would always be part ancient.

And the timing had been suspect. As a thank you for everything she had done for them the fae had pulled strings with the Valkyrie to give Rainer a pass for the day. Dyson had willingly given his body as a vessel and nine months later Dylan had appeared. Her features were uncanny. She had Rainer's hair and his eyes, Dyson's features. Bo could barely find herself in there.

But, Dylan couldn't be the world's greatest evil. No one even knew which way she would lean. Would she be a Succubus? Would she be a Shapeshifter? Lauren had insisted on running tests for five years, but Bo wouldn't let her. Dylan wasn't a science experiment. She wouldn't grow up thinking she was a freak.

Bo didn't know if that was a mistake, but she wouldn't let Dylan become a killer like she'd been for so long.

"Mommy, are you okay?" Dylan asked, stopping.

Bo smiled, "Of course, baby. Why?"

Dylan looked behind her as though someone were there and she shrugged. "No reason."

"Come on, we have to drop you off with Daddy." Bo said, grabbing her purse.

Dylan nodded and grabbed her backpack before starting to hum. Bo stopped dead in her tracks and turned to look at Dylan.

"Where did you hear that song?" she demanded.

Dylan looked shocked at her mother's sudden change in attitude.

"The man sings it at bed time after you go to bed," she said quietly as though she was telling a secret.

"What man?" Bo demanded, taking a step toward her.

Dylan stepped away and Bo realized she was scaring her. She took a deep breath and smiled getting to her level.

"Don't talk to that man, Dyl. We don't talk to strangers, remember?" she said, trying to calm the shaking of her voice.

Dylan nodded slowly, "It's okay, Mommy. Dad scared him away."

Bo nodded, silently thanking Rainer for watching over Dylan. She held her hand as she walked her out. She drove straight to the Dal and hurried inside.

"DADDY!" Dylan yelled, running happily into Dyson's arms.

He hugged her tightly and kisses her face all over. "Mo mac tíre beag."

"Hey, what about me?" Mark called.

She giggled and jumped from Dyson's arms and hugged her brother. Bo smiled then turned to Dyson.

"She was humming that song. The Wanderer. I haven't heard it since right before I met Rainer," she said quietly.

Dyson's good mood dissipated and he tensed.

"Maybe she just heard it at school," he replied.

"She said the man sings it to her."

"What man?" he growled.

Bo sighed, "I don't know, Dyson. Okay? I'm confused and scared. Maybe we should look around for a spell or something that could protect her. If it's someone real it'll help, if it's an imaginary friend no harm done."

He nodded. "I'll look around Trick's old stuff."

Bo followed him down into his private area. They searched and quickly moved through everything. He slowly pulled out a silver necklace with wing charms on them.

"Hey, Bo, come look at this." he said holding up a note that was sitting below it. Bo took it and frowned.

"It's from Trick. 'For my great-granddaughter, you aren't born yet and sadly I won't be here when you arrive. Take care of your mother for me. She's the only family I have left. Be brave and strong as you will be kind. This necklace was my mother's. Take this to remember that no matter where you fly off to we will always be connected. -Love Grandpa'. Wow," Bo said smiling.

Dyson shook his head.

"...They call me the wanderer. Yeah, the wanderer."

Bo's head flew up and stared at the open door. Dyson was through the door, gripping a necklace in his hand. Bo pulled out her knife as she saw the figure standing with her daughter. Dyson was staring in shock, looking for Mark or anyone really, but the Dal was empty. Dylan laughed and danced with the hooded figure as though she'd known him her whole life. Dylan was singing along with the song and the man sang the next words of the song.

"And when she asks me which one I love the best, I tear open my shirt and show her Dylan on my chest." he sang.

Dylan laughed and hugged the man.

"DYLAN GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Bo shouted.

She moved forward and yanked her back as Dyson moved to confront the figure, but he fell to his knees. Pain erupted through him and he cried out, his eyes glowing with the wolf. Dylan's child-like wonder disappeared and she looked between her parents and the figure.

"STOP IT, FARREN! That's my daddy! Leave him alone!" Dylan screamed, trying to get away from her mother.

"Dylan, stop or I'm going to drop you," Bo shouted, trying to get her daughter away.

"But, Daddy!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.

"Dylan, please!" Bo argued, almost dropping her.

Dylan yanked away and ran toward the hooded figure, her hands coming forward. Bo moved into action, but the world stopped.

"I SAID NO!" Dylan shouted, power exploding from her outstretched hands.

Dyson fell back as the figure moved away. Dylan fell back and Bo caught her, the shock of what just happened, rocking her. The figure looked down at black charred fingers. He looked at Dylan then at Bo. Bo groaned as his words entered her mind.

She is mine.

Dylan twitched, exhaustion pulling her down. Bo pulled Dylan closer as Dyson scrapped across the floor his nails ready to go in for the kill. The figure disappeared as his hand came down and he stared.

"Dyl?" Bo asked gently, shaking her.

"Sleepy, mommy," she mumbled, curling into her side.

"Is she okay?" Dyson asked, stumbling toward her.

"I don't know," she said quietly as the normal sounds of the Dal rang around them.

"What's wrong?" Mark asked suddenly coming from behind the bar, "Is Dyl okay?"

Bo looked at Dyson and Dyson rubbed at his face. "We should go see Lauren."