A groan escaped Farkas's lips as he stretched out his body; he had spent the night with his brother drinking at the Bannered Mare until late in the morn. His head was pounding but a normal man would have fainted with how much he had drunk. Farkas ran a rough hand through his hair and let out a sigh,

"Here you go sweetie." Tilma placed a small health potion at his bedside table and then went to make his brother's bed.

"Vilkas—?"

"He woke but an hour ago with the same ailment. Now, drink up." Farkas drank the health potion and felt marginally better because of it.

"Many thanks Tilma." He groaned as his senses cleared up.

"I'll ready a bath for you. Skjor has asked for you, a new companion has entered and he wants you to show her where she will be staying from now on." Tilma brought him in a few linens for drying off and Farkas willingly went and grabbed the tub so the old woman would not have to.

He helped her warm the water in the pots and went she left and he settled down into the hot water, he felt all the dirty, grime, and weariness wash away from his body. He washed quickly so that he could have time to sit and enjoy the warmth of the water. With a sigh he relaxed as much as he could in the tub, putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes. The smell of her, found its way to his nose and he let out a groan as he felt himself harden because of her smell. Farkas let his hand drift down to his length and slowly begin to stroke it. The wolf inside growled impatiently at the thought of not having the beautiful dark elf writhing beneath him in ecstasy, wet because of his ministrations between her legs. A much deeper growl now vibrated through his chest as his hand worked his stiff, engorged flesh as he imagined the dark elf woman in his fantasies bent over a table, and then up against the wall as Farkas took her roughly. Hearing her screams of pleasure in his mind as his love-making made her see the stars and pray to whatever gods she worshipped. The pressure built up in him and he let out a half snarl, half- growl as he gripped the tub and came hard. His breath was ragged as he slowly removed himself from the tub and dried himself then dressed himself in his armor. Farkas could feel the arousal still rushing through his system as he relieved the tub of its dirty water in the room with the grate to the sewer. Her scent hit his nostrils, she had been in Jorrvaskr and very recently and so he followed the scent of the dark elf he had fantasized about only to find her in the courtyard of Jorrvaskr training.

Selyna was deep in her training, she had always tried to keep up with her training when she was away from home. Her body and mind needed to be in peak condition at any given time, her guard always up and ready for a fight that she knew would eventually come. She stopped to wipe the sweat from her brow and noticed one of the twins, Farkas; staring at her with a hunger she was not sure she was completely comfortable with. It made her cheeks become hot and a wetness to make it known in between her legs once more, she didn't think it was possible but she watched his eyes narrow and swore that he could somehow sense what his look did to her.

"Am I needed?" She asked him and he nodded.

"Skjor has asked me to show you where you will sleep when you are here." Farkas answered as he watched her sheath her long sword upon her back.

Selyna walked up to him and smiled cautiously,

"It is nice to have somewhere to belong in this country." She was making small talk, clearly uncomfortable with the look he had fixed her with.

"You have no family here then?" He received his answer in a short shake of her head.

"My brother was killed presumably by one of the many Nords in Windhelm who show no love for any other race but their own." She spat, he could feel the grief radiate from her and almost smell the tears waiting to come from her eyes.

"The Companions do not side in wars but if it comes to Whiterun, we will defend its people to the death." Farkas told her proudly, she was now one of them and that meant she would have to defend it as well.

They entered Jorrvaskr together and made their way downstairs, to the basement where the entire Companions lodged at night.

"I would know nothing of war if I had it my way. It is not right for brothers to fight against brothers, I would be lost if Vilkas and I were fighting against each other in some war." Farkas confessed and Selyna truly felt for him, not only because of the infighting within the houses over the years in Morrowind but more so because of her brother joining what she had thought to be the enemy.

"My brother came here with the knowledge that Ulfric Stormcloak had murdered Torygg, he wanted to support Ulfric and he met death. It is a shame that it had to be this way." Selyna sighed and shook her head at the memories that surfaced of her dead kin.

"I cannot blame the war for his death or the ignorance of 'True High King of Skyrim'. He was always head strong and very opinionated, my father and he fought often before he died. Milyn and father never saw eye to eye, after my father's death he would have been in line to be the head of the family. Daren came back from High Rock and he assumed the role of head. I am thankful I was not born a male or I would be fighting for the right." Selyna laughed and Farkas chuckled lightly.

Farkas could never remember who had been the oldest though he remembered fighting over the title when he and his brother were younger. It had been years since they had gotten into such an argument but he could remember when Vilkas would challenge him for the right to be the eldest, Farkas always won of course but just remembering it made him smile. They came upon the room she would share and he motioned to it,

"This is your room, doesn't matter what bed. Just pick one and fall into it." Selyna looked inside the room and shrugged, it would do for the time.

"Any work to be had?" She asked Farkas, suddenly eager to be elsewhere.

"I do have something for you."

Selyna took a bite out of the salmon steak before her and nodded at Camilla.

"I haven't spoken to that lout in a week, the man keeps trying to converse with me but I will not give him the time of day." Camilla told her dark elf friend.

"I am glad for you. He would not have made a good husband Camilla, a bard? The coin you gain in that trade is not something you can raise children with." Selyna told her and took a sip of the tea she had been given by her newfound imperial friend.

"I do not know what I was thinking! I was blinded by his honeyed words; he might have had his way with me then left me to raise a child on my own! I have you to thank, if you had not seen him giving attention to a traveler in the Inn, well…I don't know." Camilla finished her baked potatoes and crossed her arms over her breasts, her mind wandering to another place which her friend noted.

"Have you taken a fancy to anyone else?" Selyna's smile became wider as Camilla's cheeks went red.

"I take that as a yes." Selyna assumed and received a curt nod from her friend before Camilla spoke up,

"Indeed. Faendal has given me flowers both last and this week… he even brought me a few pieces of venison just the other day." Camilla told her dark elf friend noticing the knowing smile on her face.

The woman was smitten by the elf and his affections were only strengthening his resolve but, Selyna had to play the ever vigilant friend.

"I am not so sure Camilla, he is only a hunter. Hunting can only get him so far, what about when you need coin?" She crossed her legs and gave Camilla a less than approving look, which made Camilla panic somewhat.

"Oh but he helps out at the lumber mill! He gets money from selling the hides to the smith. He can be such a good provider—" Camilla's hands flew over her mouth in embarrassment but Selyna could only smile, love wasn't something often found in times of war.

"Camilla you are simply smitten with this man! Come! You must tell him you feel this way!" Faendal would need his future woman to be more vocal about her want of him or he would forever be a friend to her.

"But I am so nervous and shy when he is around! How am I to grab his attention if I cannot stop bumbling?" Camilla blurted out nervously as she began to fiddle with a seam on her dress.

"I do not know Camilla, you will have to approach him yourself or hope he makes his intentions clear. Unfortunately I have to go; I have to get back to Whiterun so I can get paid. It was so nice seeing you Camilla and I hope everything works out for you. I'll be back in a few weeks; I have to go to Ivarstead soon. Shall I see you then?" Selyna innocently asked though she had a detour to Faendal before leaving town.

"Yes, hopefully by then I will have told Faendal my feelings. I cannot wait to see you until then." Camilla showed her friend out and waved to her before reentering her shop and leaving her friend smiling.

Selyna exited the town and found Faendal skinning right outside, her eyes looked around for anybody other than the guards, and satisfied with the privacy awarded she moved towards Faendal.

"Faendal." The wood elf stopped skinning and looked up at Selyna,

"Sister Elf, how can I help you?"

"Make your move Faendal." He didn't understand until she winked and he then nodded happily at her.

Selyna said her goodbye to him then left the settlement swiftly to Whiterun.

"Are you going to get out of bed and come upstairs with me?" Farkas asked Selyna as he watched her turn on her side to look at the wall and try to go back to sleep.

Selyna felt defeated, her menses had come earlier than the month before and she was left wanting sweet fruits and to stay in bed eating them all day. It wasn't uncommon for her menses to make her irritable but, she was just left with a pain in her lower back and cravings for sweets.

"Farkas, I would much like to stay in this bed." Selyna mumbled before pulling the blanket over her head to try and shut him out.

Farkas could not sleep the night before, he could smell her menses from down the hall, heard her moans of pain and it only lit the fire in him. The need to protect and help this woman through her time of need was great within him, he could only imagine that when the time of the month came when her body became receptivity that he would have to keep his distance from her.

"Can you at least take a bath? It can help." Farkas suggested and after his suggestion the dark elf sat up and looked at him, he could see the pain in her face.

Selyna could only think that he was sweet for suggesting a nice warm bath for her aching body.

"I'll go get Tilma and bring the tub in." He told her before exiting the room to find the maid.

Selyna helped Tilma heat the water for her bath then felt she could not disrobe quick enough after the maid left. As soon as her clothes were off she slowly sank into the tub, letting out a satisfied moan as she sank down. Her skin felt sensitive and the warmth of the water burned her slightly but she felt relaxed, safe and oh so comfortable! Selyna couldn't help the content sigh that escaped her lips, the bath felt heavenly for her and it felt wonderful on her sore, aching back. Admittedly, her menses were such a pain and they kept her from doing the things she loved and the duties she had but, it gave her an excuse to lay in bed and have Farkas come talk to her. The Nord man was very handsome and she was definitely attracted to him, whether he knew that or not was up for discussion and a part of her wished that she wasn't burdened with such a hefty weight on her shoulders. He was built big, one of the biggest male Nords she had ever seen, and he was one of the kindest and sweetest men she had ever known. There was no denying that he could be vicious, in his eyes she could see that there was an animal ready to pounce on anyone and everyone even her if need be. Farkas was nice enough to keep watch outside of her room while she bathed; it wasn't that she was shy of showing other women her body but, it was because women naturally wanted to one-up their possible rivals. She'd seen it several times while she worked with the guard alongside her brother, the other women she worked with trained hard and fought just as hard as she did. Unfortunately, Selyna was as her brother called it, 'one of the men' and many women did not like that she was so close to the men and unmarried. Despite the small amount of difficulty she had following her older brother's orders, it was far more difficult to keep her composure when other women labeled her as The Guards' Whore.

"Selyna?" She about jumped out of her own skin when she heard her name being called from the other side of her bedroom door, she thanked Azura it had been Farkas and not anyone else.

"Yes?" Selyna had taken a quick moment to calm her frantically beating heart then had spoken.

"Kodlak has spoken to me about your trial; he's decided that since you are capable then you should take it soon." Farkas heard her sigh in relief, she hadn't expected that but it calmed her to know it was not someone else or something different.

"I understand. Tell Kodlak that I shall be ready soon enough." The pain in her voice was noticeable and he would bet that she was most likely holding herself in agony as the menses pain flashed across her abdomen or her whole body.

"I will be the one to decide if you are ready or not." There was silence for a few moments before he heard her speak,

"At least it isn't your brother." He laughed loudly at her admission, and heard her short chuckle as well.

Vilkas may be a man who loved his women but he loved them only one way: Nord. He was not as tolerant of other races as his brother was and Farkas knew his brother had a slight eye for the young dark elf despite her race. Before he could stop himself, a growl escaped his throat and a gasp came from the room behind him. The smell of her instant arousal hit him like a war hammer to the face; his body suddenly became hotter than normal and he felt his teeth become sharp, the hair on the backs of his hands stood up all the while he fought to keep control of the wolf that begged to be released.

"I will be out soon enough and we shall start my trial, is that alright with you?" Her voice was unsure, uncomfortable and cautious when she spoke.

"I will be training outside." He needed fresh air, air that did not have her fragrance woven through it so heavily or was his sense of smell heightened?

It was like holding succulent, raw meat in front of a wolf that had been starving for months on scraps. He could not eat too much lest he spoil his appetite. Farkas did not wait long before Selyna made her appearance and watched him train for a few moments before he stopped, turned and looked at her. She was the picture of what a female warrior should be, her armor was polished and she looked ready for battle. He could not help but smile at her,

"Shall we leave now?"

It wasn't hard to see the tension had mounted for Farkas once they had entered the cairn; his eyes had narrowed and searched the room carefully. He hadn't been told that there had been movement here recently, he had been by Dustman's Cairn less than a fortnight ago and nothing had been amiss then. Why now? He could smell that others had been here very recently if not still within the cairn.

"Someone has been digging in here recently. Tread lightly." He ground his back teeth together as he spoke, he fought it difficult to keep the wolf under his skin when he felt threatened but Selyna's nervousness set him on edge.

Selyna felt out of touch with her own emotions, Farkas was too close, she found it hard to focus on the task at hand. She had no reason to worry about her prowess, she was trained from the time she could walk but with Farkas it would be impossible to keep her composure. They continued onward into the cairn, with Farkas muttering under his breath about hauling her out and something about burial stones before they came almost face to face with three draugr. Selyna pulled her sword from her back and charged into the fray with Farkas right behind her until he quickly moved to intercept the blows she might have taken. She ground her teeth together in irritation before moving ahead of him and showing off her battle prowess by decapitating one of the draugrs to prove to him that she was more than capable of taking care of herself. One last draugr snuck up behind her but was cleft in two thanks to Farkas,

"Thanks." She said to him as she wiped her brow free of sweat.

"Let's just keep moving." He told her.

They moved forward, deeper into the cairn but had to stop when they came to a small room at the end of downward stairs only to find it leading out into a larger chamber. Selyna looked at the dead draugr upon the ground, whatever blood they had left in them was now hard and dry on the stone.

"Dead for some time now." Farkas mumbled to himself but Selyna turned to him,

"I do not understand how you could tell; this cairn rarely feels the air enter it." Selyna asked him, her eyes brimming with suspicion.

He ignored her question and moved into the large chamber, seeing a way out that was blocked by iron gating. Selyna moved towards a smaller room with a lever, hoping it would open the iron gating that Farkas went to investigate. With the lever pulled, iron gating closed her in the small room with the lever. Farkas walked over to the small room she was in and shook his head at her with a smirk upon her lips,

"Now look what you've gotten yourself into. I will look for lever to release you." Selyna heard him say before she turned and gripped the bars of the gate with an apologetic smile on her face.

"Sorry." She mumbled but was taken aback when his face contorted in anger.

Farkas turned at the smell of people, what little breeze bringing their scent upwind and so, he let out a warning growl that could be heard well into the next chamber. He heard movement from the gated way he and Selyna had sought to enter; now he watched as a group of bandits wielding silver swords moved to surround him. It had all been a trap from the start, the Silver Hand meant to kill both him and Selyna to send a message to the Companions.

"There he is!" A voice happily yelled.

The group slowly drew their weapons as they surrounded him completely with his back up against the gating Selyna was behind,

"It's time to die dog! Ha Ha!" A woman's voice was shrill but her happiness could be heard echoing in the chamber.

Selyna watched in horror as the group moved in on their prey while all she could do was grip the bars with all her might and try to shake a mechanism free so that she could fight alongside Farkas.

"Farkas." It was terrifying her and he could smell it, she wasn't in control and she needed to be.

Selyna felt useless and it terrified her, Farkas would die if she could free herself and help him.

"Your mistake Companion!" A few men laughed at the statement before a woman spoke up,

"Which one is that?"

"Who cares? Kill him!" A male voice angrily yelled and Selyna screamed in anger.

Anger and fear coursing through her veins and spreading like a wildfire, making tears fall from her eyes for the second time since she had come to this wretched country of Skyrim. Selyna felt completely useless as she was caged but, that didn't stop Farkas from taking the group on even though he was fighting a losing battle.

"Farkas! If you can make a run for the lever I can help you!" Farkas was pushed up against the gate and her hands gripped his bloody armor,

"Killing you will make an excellent story!" The woman laughed but her smile turned into a frown when Farkas laughed.

Selyna felt a surge of power, like magic coming from a font but she felt it coming from Farkas. His muscles rippled under the armor, how she felt it was beyond her knowledge.

"None of you will be alive to tell it." Farkas laughed as if he would enjoy killing each and every person who surrounded him.

She couldn't help but shiver, his voice was not his own and it frightened her,

"Turn away from me Selyna." Her hands left his armor and she backed up against the wall.

"Farkas!" She cried as she watched a black mist swirl around him as the bandits started to attack him.

Selyna watched as his body morphed, his bones gave sickening cracks as he hunched over in what seemed like pain. Then black and grey fur started sprouting from his body as his armor disappeared. A small gasp escaped her mouth, he was a werewolf. Selyna had only heard stories of the were-men and now one stood before her. Farkas felt the blood pulsing through his veins; he had no choice but to transform into a werewolf to protect Selyna. Once the transformation was complete, Farkas realized the Silver Hands had continued their assault on him while he transformed but, his claws and fangs were far more deadly than their swords. Farkas let out a roar and pounced upon the group, tearing the flesh from bone, reveling in the screams and blood as he did so. Once all of the Silver Hand that had attacked him lay dead at his feet, he turned and went towards the other side of the chamber, out of Selyna's sight.

"By Azura." She breathed, the gate went up but her back was firmly pressed up against the wall, away from the opening.

Curiosity got the better of Selyna and she slowly ventured outside of the small room and looked around before seeing Farkas standing by the entrance to the hallway they were meant to go into. Selyna cautiously walked over to Farkas, who was no longer in his other form, blood was splattered on different parts of his body and a bruise was slowly forming on his cheek but he looked as if he was undeterred by the blood or the bruise. She was tense, he could tell from her body language and how she averted looking at him directly. Farkas scratched the back of his neck, he was nervous now that she had seen what lurked under his skin.

"I hope I didn't scare ya." He gave her a small smile but saw she was not swayed.

"Are all of the Companions werewolves?" Straight forward, to the point.

"Only the Circle. It is a secret to anyone else. The Silver Hand knows what we are but to openly attack the Circle would mean war." He could sense her anger building inside of her; he hoped she would not seek to vent her frustrations on his person.

"I guess there is more of the Silver Hand in here." Selyna assumed angrily and moved past him, not wanting to encourage her anger further.

The pair had killed less than six Silver Hand members in further down in the cairn before Selyna was calm enough to speak to him once more.

"How long have you been a werewolf?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, she must have assumed that he could hear even her hushed whispers.

"Since childhood-." His reply had been cut short when an orc wielding a silver long sword rounded a nearby corner enraged with an archer staying behind to fire arrows in the direction of the two Companions.

Farkas charged the orc while Selyna went after the archer. She watched him fight; his movements and strikes were fluid after years of honing his skills against his brother and the other Companions. The archer was felled by Selyna's long sword and three strikes from Farkas's sword left the orc dead on the ground with blood pooling beneath him. Selyna watched as Farkas breathed heavily at the sight of the blood that coated his hands, his teeth had elongated and she swore that the sight of the fangs poking out from under his lips. Farkas focused on her when she swore, a shiver of fear ran up her spine.

"I am ready to be rid of this place." Selyna told her before continuing on.

"As am I." He growled and continued forward, ready to kill any who stood in his way.