The sun's rays were slowly becoming those bright yellow rays of hell everyone loathed in the morning. They pierced her eyes like daggers cutting through the skin. Slicing it slowly and making the cloud soft surface she laid on more and more uncomfortable. Her eyes did not want to open. Or rather the woman did not want her day to start. Her mind began to wonder and it was slowly the woman began to connect the dots. She had been running, why was she now in a bed? There was a great beast who had attacked her last night. After the group showed up, it was a blur. Who were those people who came to help the wolf?

Where am I?! She started to worry. Getting up out of the bed. She found herself wrapped in bandages. Her entire torso was wrapped tightly up to her neck. Her wounds were burning with the healing ointments they applied to her skin. She looked around. Her armor and weapons were nowhere to be found near her. Luckily there was a dress at the end of the bed. It was green with a brown band that would go around her waist. She put it on, just to have herself be covered. In her time she looked about the room. There was not much to it. She assumed the resident had not been living in the room for very long.

Suddenly she heard low voices.

"Brother, I just need to grab one thing." One gruff voice said.

"You heard Kodlak. Your room is being used right now Farkas." The voice she recognized as the man from last night said. The man who had attacked her. Or rather the werewolf.

"No one asked me you know." Farkas countered. She heard the door handle move. Shaking the door slightly.

"Farkas! There is a woman in there resting!" Vilkas told his brother, moving him away from the door. The Breton could barely understand what they were saying, but knew they were arguing. She hid next to the door against the wall. A vase in her hand. It would be her only weapon if they choose to come in.

"Resting? See, I'll be quiet." Farkas said as he opened the door, taking one step inside before a vase came crashing down on his head. Knocking him to the ground. Vilkas drew a dagger. He was only wearing a set of sleep pants and his entire torso was bandaged. It reminded the Breton she would need to get more bolts now.

As Farkas fell to the ground, the woman had taken his dagger. Turning on her attacker from the previous night.

"Stop!" Vilkas said to her, stepping over his brother to both protect him, and get between him and her. "We both know you cannot fight in your condition. You barely made it back here alive last night."

"You are just saying that for your own sake. Besides, where is here?" She asked quickly. Keeping a watch on the both of them. Farkas grunted rubbing his head. He was a strong man, but he had not expected that.

"What the fuck was that?" Farkas said to his brother, getting up. "She broke my vase!"

"We are in Jorrvaskr. In Whiterun." Vilkas answered, ignoring his brother. He lowered his weapon and raised his hands. "Look, we brought you here last night to help you. We mean no harm." Vilkas was honestly hoping she would not know who he was. But from the way her stance stood, he doubted that. He could now only hope she would not give him away. His brother had not been invited into the circle just yet.

"My armor, and weapons. Where are they?" She asked.

"Your armor, we sent up to the skyforge to be repaired. It should be done in a few hours. Your weapons I am not sure." Vilkas said honestly. Looking over the woman again. She was beautiful, but in a poisonous fruit sort of way. Not to mention, Aela and Skjor were both convinced she was a vampire. Skjor made sure to take her weapons, and gods he wished he knew where her items were now.

"I must have them." She said to the young man.

"Why is that? So you can turn them on us?" A new voice. A man walked around the corner to see the scene. He looked at the woman up and down. "Your kind should not be allowed to exist. Still, for some odd reason the Harbinger thinks you deserve a chance. He wishes to see you. Later when he gets back from Dragon's Reach." The man said before turning his attention on the two young twins. He did not even allow the woman to have word.

"Farkas, I have a job for you. Get ready. Vilkas, your babysitting the princess today." He said to the boys before turning on his heels and heading down the hall. Farkas followed after grabbing a change of clothing and a bit of money. Leaving just Vilkas and the woman alone.

"Well, as you know my name is Vilkas." He said after a bit, "May I know yours?"

"Evlina." She told him. Gaining a nod from the nord.

"I'm going to get changed and be right back." Vilkas told her. Obviously annoyed he was stuck on watching her. He knew it was probably for the sake of the wounds she had given him.

As Vilkas left Evlina started to look about the room. She looked around the room, picking up the dagger from earlier and concealing in within her sleeve. She may need it after all.

Evlina walked out of the room. She did not have a pair of shoes, but that did not affect her. If she needed to walk to the fort barefoot, she would. Elvina started to look for a way out. Her weapons could be replaced. So could her armor in fact. Although she did love that armor. There was a door at the end of the hall she watched a man stumble out of and into one right across the hall. Elvina hid against the wall until it got quiet. Her breath was very slow as she waited.

She moved quickly down the hall. Opening the door and heading up the stairs. The upstairs was just as quiet. Most of the companions must have been sleeping. Even the fire in the center of the room was a mere pile of embers. There were three sets of doors now. Two on either side of the room, and one on the far side. She took a few steps and choose the closest door on her right.

"Evlina, the sun is out." Vilkas said to her as he stepped up the stairs. His was in a full set of steel armor. A two handed sword on his back. This told Elvina he was obviously a warrior. This was going to be a bit trickier than she thought.

"Can we not go outside?" She asked him, taking her pale hands off the door and turning to him.

"I don't think that is a good idea." Vilkas said to her stopping his stance. "Not for the time being anyway." Last thing Vilkas needed was the vampire to burn up in the sun before Kodlak could have a world with her.

Elvina was about to go outside anyway when she could hear footsteps head up the stairs. Skjor and Farkas both were heading up.

"The Coven is just to the west. Very close to the western watch tower." Skjor told the younger of the twins.

"Wait! You are sending him into a Vampire's lair?!" Vilkas asked Skjor. Turning around right away. This was his younger brother after all. Vampire's were something he did wish to deal with for his life. Although to be completely honest, Vilkas was afraid of the creatures.

"Relax Vilkas, I can do this." Farkas said to his brother with a smile. Skjor did not say a word and only went outside.

"I'm coming with you." Vilkas said to him.

"No, you need to stay here. You nearly died last night. No one will tell me what happened, but you were in very bad shape brother. Stay here. Please, for me? I wish to join the circle with you, and this will bring me closer to my chance." Farkas requested of his brother. Gaining a nod from Vilkas. It was the simple nod that was the goodbye between the brothers. Farkas headed out the door and towards his quest of the day.