Life continued the same for Cayden after the battle for his Professor's grandchilde. That's what he had decided to call her as the phrase 'Professor Belgae's Childe's child was a mouthful to speak, and the professor hadn't volunteered her name. So besides the occasional odd behavior of his vampiric professor, he was able to sweep the adventure under the rug and move on. It had been almost 2 weeks since then. His routine went the same as always. He went to classes avoided his roommates whenever possible and typically kept his head down. Fought and avoided Dick who for some reason seemed to be even angrier after the Thanksgiving holidays. Lavar had also been different, when he'd gotten back he'd looked at Cayden like he was a special treasure, like he knew something awe inspiring and it had confused him. When he'd asked, Lavar had laughed it off, causing Cayden to feel even more confused before he'd dropped it.

So it was all routine and it was perfect. It should have worked, it should have stayed that way but Cayden has no one to blame but himself. He should have just left well enough alone, but his caring personality decided it was lonely and bucked its head up. Aaaand that is why Cayden is currently staring at the grinning face of Lucas, who was a werewolf, and who insisted that Cayden call him Luc.

Yes this was now his life. All because of cheese cake and a dislike for bullies.

See it was a perfectly normal day. He ignored everyone as he left his forest home, walked to breakfast and began to eat while everyone talk over his head, then proceeded to leave for his morning classes. He went through stealth training and nearly aced it. He had to sneeze and though he had a silence charm it has moved the air which some people watched for when guarding something. He managed to wrangle bit of control of his storm magic a feat in itself. There had also been an announcement in Soul Magic class that they would soon start to to find the songs that described their soul. He'd also found out his animagi had four legs which was good in narrowing it down. He only had one bruise on his leg. So all in al lit was good day. It changed at lunchtime.

Lunchtime was the only meal you were allowed to cast spells at. Breakfast was deemed to early and dinner was deemed to sacred to mess with as per orders from the headmistress. So he blamed the fact that you could be violent at lunchtime as partially responsible for what happened next. All that suppressed violence built up with only an hour to vent it, of course something would happen.

Cayden had been minding his own business, eating his food and working on his home work when an obnoxiously loud voice managed to break into his concentration. He looked up to see everyone silently focused on two people who were standing in one of the isles. He looked back to his homework determined to stay out whatever drama was going on now. So if you guided your magic this way while holding a moonstone there was a result of-

"..you need to go and kill yourself pipsqueak. There ain't a soul who cares about you." Cayden struggled to focus on his homework. It was more difficult than he thought it'd be.

'Not your problem, not your problem.' He chanted as he started to reread the paragraph.

'If you guide your magic this way while holding a moonstone there will be a result of enhanced speed of your spells and-

"Why I imagine it's very difficult to show your face at home every visit when you can hardly kill someone without flinching, Tran. I bet mom can't stand to look you in the face knowing how WEAK you are."

"T-that's not t-true, Damien." The weak voice quivered with tears and suppressed anger.

'Do not get involved. Nope, nada, nu-uh.' Cayden was determined not to interfere no matter how much his mind was up in arms and ready to take down this 'Damien'.

He started reading again. ' -enhanced speed and stamina. If you direct it the opposite way you can get almost instant healing bene-'

"In fact I may go as far as to say I should kill you now so that any kids you have will be killed off before they infect the world with their father's useles-"

Cayden didn't remember moving. "Mr. Damien I am trying to study and I ask that you please take this elsewhere." He was standing between Damien and the werewolf, Tran.

There was a shocked look on Damien's face, a look he was sure was mirrored on everyone's face. Cayden had built a reputation for never getting involved in anything. No fights, no activities, no casual sex, which was really really uncommon for a student at Wakin. He barely spoke to anybody, the only exception was one Vampire named Lavar who had managed to ally himself to the human. So for him to be interfering in a fight, it left everyone scrambling to see if he'd finally allied with someone else, and if it would affect them and theirs.

"Do you know who I am human?" The werewolf, for now that he was closer he could tell more clearly the signs of one affected by the moon, said. Cayden rolled his eyes at the werewolf. Replace his black hair with white blond and he might have suggested he was a Malfoy, and had to resist the laugh at the look on said Malfoy''s face if Cayden ever told him about this.

"No not clue, I'm afraid." He pasted a bored look on his face as he watched through half lidded eyes as anger sparked angrily through the boy's magic, a neon orange color that was actually pretty.

"I am Damien Tran, current heir to be Alpha to the Head Pack in China." He paused as if waiting for Cayden to stutter and apologize for interfering in his so very important bullying. Definitely another Malfoy act-alike.

"...Right, and that means absolutely nothing to me. I could care less if you were the current heir to the throne of England, you are still interrupting my studying."

Damien puffed up and scowled. "You are interfering in a family fight, so piss off, human!" Damien's face had halfway transformed in his anger, his face sprouting fur and bone, shifting and eyes glowing amber. Cayden stuffed his hands in his pockets and relaxed shifting to further cover the werewolf behind him who still remained silent. It was a deceiving pose, one that spoke of relaxation and laziness. It was far from it.

"So the werewolf behind me is family? I guess that makes all the difference." Damien nodded shifted features going human as he misunderstood what Cayden was saying.

"Yeah, Lucas is my brother, so he's mine to do as I wish."

Cayden smiled a small understanding smile. "I understand. You gotta do what you gotta do." Damien nodded still clueless.

The students around him however knew how to read the room and began to shift sideways. Cayden shifted and his arm blurred. His attack was blocked sword to sword. He pushed back and caused Damien to stumble back. Surprised a human managed to push a werewolf Damien didn't block the stab going through his thigh. Hissing tried to sweep his leg and swipe at the boy with his sword at the same time.

Cayden jumped over the leg and grabbed the blade in his palm, blood dripping from here he gripped it. He cocked an eyebrow at the boys frustrated expression before twisting his grip so that he could grab hold of the sword's hilt. He tore the sword away before throwing it away towards the crowd. It was promptly grabbed and re-possessed.

Damien kicked Cayden's knees causing them to collapse, He tried to lunge over Cayden's head for his brother only to stopped by Cayden wrapping his legs around his torso. Cayden spun on his back and flung Damien back.

"What kind of move was that, human!?" He spat the question like an angry curse before getting to his feet swaying to the right trying not to put weight on his torn up thigh. Cayden got to his feet checking to make sure Lucas was fine. He met wary amber eyes and smiled before looking back to angry boy. He shifted again till he was fully blocking Damien's way to the boy.

"I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have to. So as long as you give an oath that you shall not attempt to kill your brother unless he first attacks you, I don't have a problem leaving you be cause I've got a bitch of an essay for Elements class that I would love to get to."

"I would rather die than make that oath." The foolish boy spoke those words too easily, too easily to know the weight they carried for the boy holding his life in the balance.

Cayden cocked his head before his arm blurred.

BANG!

The lunchroom was silent as they watched blood spurt from where Damien's head used to be. Cayden frowned at the corpse before looking at Lucas, regretting having had to that in front of him. Nodding at him he walked back to his seat, putting his gun away.

'-benefits. There are side effects however and any attempting this should take the proper precautions."This sounded like a good solution to his problem.

And that is how he ended up staring at the grinning face of Lucas, brother to the boy he'd just killed.

"Hi! I'm Lucas Tran, but you can just call me Luc. I'm just going to call you Cade! We're gonna be great allies!"

Cayden stared blankly before he shut the door to the suite. He turned to the laughing demon twins and stared confusedly. This wasn't a situation he'd ever been in and he had no clue how to proceed.

"What am I supposed to say to that?"

The twins stopped laughing as they saw the genuine confusion on his face. They shuffled and looked away. Cayden was even more confused at their reaction, but pushed it aside for the bigger issue. People had never come to him wanting to be friends, it had been him that made the connection, him that had braved the chasm at the beginning so he was uncertain as to what exactly he was supposed to do, when somebody approached him wanting to be friends. Even with Lavar he'd reached out.

"Just listen to what he has to say, Vorn."

Cayden turned back around and opened the door to see a dejected Lucas walking away. Cayden cleared his throat and open his mouth to speak. Lucas beat him to it as he spun with the happiest look on his face like someone had told him Santa was real and wanted to adopt him.

"Cade! I knew you wouldn't be mean like everyone else!" Cayden felt himself softening to the boy. He was probably in Cayden age group but he just screamed for the need of a warm touch or at least a hug. He heard the demon twins snickering and muttering to themselves.

"Cayden, nice? Poor boy."

" I know. I feel sort of sorry for the kid."

Cayden bristled and resisted the urge to turn and glare at the brothers. Just because he didn't like to talk and be social did not mean he couldn't be nice. Seeing wariness enter Lucas' eyes as if he'd felt the anger and irritation Cayden immediately let it go, calming himself. He considered the werewolf before opening the door wider from where he'd been blocking as much of the entrance as he could.

"Come in, Luc. Sorry about earlier. I'm not used to...being social."

If he'd thought the werewolf had been happy before it was nothing to how happy he glowed just then.

"It's alright! I understand how it is."

Cayden smiled and chuckled softly. His cold green eyes warmed as he interacted with the wolf. There was something about the boy's magic that just drew him in, made him remember better times, a better person.

"Thank you for understanding. Do you want to go to my room? I'm sure you'll like it." He closed the suite common room door before walking past the gobsmacked demons.

"Sure. Hey how your essay for Elements coming? I heard you mention it earlier."

"I finished it shortly after I killed your brother actually."

The twins followed the conversation their jaws still gaping wide open.

"Really? That is impressive. I'm still trying to come up with the outline for mine."

"I'll help you with it if you like?"

Cayden opened his suite door gesturing for Lucas to go first. The werewolf nodded his appreciation and Cayden followed shortly after. The last thing they heard before the door shut was an exclamation from Lucas. "

Wow! I really love your room! Can I crash here for a bit?" The door shut with a small click before they heard Cayden's response.

Henry and Derek just sat there completely and utterly shocked...and a tad bit jealous. They'd been trying to be noticed by Cayden since they met 4 months ago at the trail head and yet this slip of a boy just goes and... it was frustrating to say the least. They knew it was at least partially there fault for listening to the professor and not warning the boy about the fights.

"Hey do you think Cayden will let him sleep in there?" Derek said staring at the other door, which they'd never managed to get into, that they'd tried to get into.

"Nah. I mean he wouldn't right?" Henry's voice tried to sound confident but it cracked a bit at the end, but they pretended not to notice.

"Right." They stayed there for more than an hour until the curfew warning went and the werewolf didn't come out the twins tried to ignore the hurt, wishing each other goodnight. It didn't work half as well as they wanted.

In Cayden's room Lucas looked in the direction of the common room door before turning to stare at the boy sitting next to on a really really soft moss bed trying to show him how to best get in tune with his element magic.

"You should talk more with your suite mates."

Cayden looked up at the werewolf, not reacting defensively like he wanted to. The boy sounded oddly serious and if Cayden's hunch was right he should heed the boy when it came to handling other's emotions. He carefully studied Lucas' face and nodded.

"May I ask as to why you think that's a good idea?" Lucas his surprised relief at being listened to. He wasn't used to it at all, and yet the boy he'd befriended on an impulse seemed to know just by looking. He was odd for a human, and Lucas could barely even feel his emotions. They felt so faint, that when Lucas had gotten close to him in the food hall he'd been terrified thinking that a sociapath had decided to shut both of them down. But he was learning that Cayden had walls made of diamond and steel strong enough to block even him.

"They are sad that you won't talk to them." Cayden was surprised. The only vibe he'd got off his suite mates was avoidance and indifference, and he'd gotten the impression that they were told to not interact with him. They hadn't warned him about the attacks, and that had hurt more than he'd thought it would.

"Are you sure?" Lucas nodded and Cayden released a breath. If Lucas was positive, and if he was an Empath like Cayden thought he was, it was better if he listened to him when it came to the matter of emotions.

"Fine I"ll talk to them tomorrow." Lucas grinned satisfied before turning back to the homework.

"I think I got what you were trying to say earlier. I need to clear my head, doesn't mean that I should stop thinking, it means I need to detatch from my thoughts." "Exactly." Cayden couldn't help the proud smile that tugged his lips.

"Now when you feel what I said you'll have done a major step..."

The next morning Cayden, Lucas, and Lavar, who had joined them last night, exited the forest room to be met with the demon twins just as they had exited their room as well. everything came to an awkward halt as the boys stared at each other. Cayden remembered Lucas' suggestion and took a breath before smiling at the twins.

"Hi. Do ya'll want to come study with us?" He watched the twins exchange looks before the broadest smiles he'd ever seen them have took over their faces.

"We'd love to, Frost." Cayden's hair turned dark blue at the nickname and he scowled.

"My name is Cayden. Cay-den." He stressed it hoping they'd stop using the nickname. Not only was it unoriginal, it was wrong.

"Nah we're good."

"I like the nickname, Cayden. I think I'll steal it from them." Lavar put his two cents in.

"We'll share!" The twins chorused.

He rolled his eyes before continuing out of the dorm to breakfast. He was too hungry for this. The Twins dropped to his right while Luc was on his left, and Cayden endeavored to ignore the thoughts of finallyfinallyfinally. He shook his head to clear the thoughts and made small chat about the upcoming soul music class, which all but Lucas were taking, as according to Lucas it was entirely useless. That was the debate they brought into the cafeteria not noticing(Cayden), or ignoring(The twins, Luc, and Lavar) the looks thrown about over the overnight alliance.

"- don't need it? How could you not need it, not want it?" Derek walked backwards skillfully avoiding obstacles in the shape of people.

"Werewolves' soul music is nine times out of ten the sounds of the natural environment their pack is in. So a werewolf in a jungle would here rain and jungle birds and insects while werewolves from snow tundra would feel /hear the screaming wind as it flew around the ice." Four pairs of eyes swiveled to look at the dark orange haired boy. Derek spoke sarcastically.

"Yes cause we'd definitely know that right brother?" Henry nodded mock seriously. "Yes. What would desert dwellers or City slickers have?" Cayden sat down the others mirroring him.

"The desert wolves would hear shifting sand and camels, while the city wolves would here traffic and people. Why? Lucas you should know this already." He looked up from his food to throw them a questioning look.

"I do. I, however, am a werewolf. Why do you know this?" Cayden stopped the fork halfway to his mouth putting it back to his plate. He had a feeling where this was going.

"I knew a werewolf who told me. Should I not know this?" Remus hadn't been much of a werewolf but as he'd died he'd said that he could hear Harry's and Teddy's voices louder than thousands in the background. In his grief, not allowed to properly grieve Harry had researched it so as to understand his god wolf's last words.

"It's not forbidden but it's usually reserved for very special people. Mates are the usual outsiders told." The look Luc gave him was searching and Cayden laughed. He couldn't help it. Just the thought of him and Remus when Remus and Tonks had loved each other so deeply was just absurd.

"I and his son were his last pack members." Understanding cleared Lucas' look. They switched back to the original debate and stuffed their faces as they tried to beat the bell.

"Well for us other beings, soul music lets us know things about our character we might or might not know, and some people put a lot of stock into knowing who they are at a soul level, just like animagi tell you which animal you are most like." Lucas made a sound of realization before slurping his soup loudly.

Scarfing down the last of a cheese stick Cayden waved as everyone went in three different directions. Out of all their classes Cayden shared Potions and Combat with all four, and Animagi and Blood Magic with the twins and Lavar. Now that he really thought of it he had a shit load of classes. Elements, Element Cobat, Soul Magic, Blood Magic, Necromancy, Survival Combat, Spells , Creation Magic and Wards, Wandless Magic, and Animagi. Never mind that wasn't all that much, probably people with more. Cayden made it to his Elements class with seconds to spare and shot am apologetic look to the professor. She nodded curtly spelling the door locked. Curses from the other side as the lock was jimmied showed exactly what would have happened if he'd been any later.

"Today we'll be going over element control. Pay attention or risk killing yourself." With those dark words Cayden felt a smile stretch his lips. He had allies, and though his head was screaming and tearing at him saying tooclosetooclosetooclose, his heart crowed with joy. He rather liked the feeling.

Cayden had been walking with his nose in a book as per usual, walking towards animagi class as per usual, with a good 30 minutes till the actual class as per usual when it happened. He dropped his book in shock when a searing pain went through his mind. Gray magic, familiar gray magic invaded his mind. It was vile and sharp as it searched or cracks and dents in his walls, causing them when it found none. Curling his head towards his chest, he hunched against the wall as the pain rocked through his body in reactions to the scars the magic was inflicting on his walls. As the tendrils of vile gray magic pushed into his surface thoughts, Cayden had a chilling thought. What if he saw Lucas? The twins? Lavar? And a protective instinct he hadn't felt since before he started this school surged across his mind.

Cayden gritted his teeth and with a growl worthy of a werewolf he built his magic up in whirl of green and amber sparks. He took the memory of a cruciatus and the overwhelming grief of loss he sent it down the link. The worm magic jerked and writhed as if it was on fire, before hauling ass back to it's originator. Panting he uncurled from his tight position against the wall, the pain relief was on the heavenly scale. It was an effort and a half to get up once he relaxed, but he manged it and started walking towards class.

Cayden picked up the pace walking like there wasn't anything slowing him down. He almost made it to the class room when the bell rang, signaling all the classroom doors closing. Cursing Cayden glared in the general direction of Britain his eyes turning an irritated gray. He had exactly 15 seconds before he was late past the point of no return. He hadn't ever wanted to use this technique again and not for something so seemingly trivial, but desperate times desperate measures.

With a thought, and some magic, he disappeared silently only to reappear in his usual seat. Cayden released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding when the professors back was turned. Professor Ginaf was a shade demon and could be quite scary when he wanted to be. He thought he was free and clear only for the professor to turn an pin him with steely gray eyes that matched Cayden's choice of the day.

"Nice of you to join us Mr. Vorn. I hope we did not keep you from something important." Feeling an irrational burst of anger because the pain mixed with the humiliation caused his defenses to rise too easily. He spoke without meaning to say anything.

"If I had something important to be doing, I wouldn't be here now would I?"

Cayden could feel that it was his mouth that had said it but he couldn't quite bring himself to believe he'd actually said it. And going by how still the professor and class were they couldn't believe it either. Lavar and the twins were making shut up motion discreetly. In the five months Cayden had been here he'd never stepped out of line once. Cayden knew his was under a lot of stress, between the trip to Britain, the anniversary coming up, the anniversary he'd just went through, all his classes, and the stupid curse, but he hadn't thought he'd snap at a professor. He'd had plans to use a punching bag from combat class, but it seemed like it was a little late for that.

"I'm..sorry? I didn't quite hear you, Mr. Vorn." Cayden almost snorted. Well in for a penny in for a pound. He stared coolly into the professors eyes knowing he was just being stubborn, but shit he couldn't bring himself to care. "

"You know exactly what I said. I probably shouldn't have professor, but I did."

"Yes. Yes you did." The professor gazed at him, grey eyes blank. "Detention with me for the next 3 days. 6:00." Cayden nodded knowing he was getting of easy.

"When I call your name, list what you have found out about your animagi so far this semester. Tier Mako." This began the cycle of students who all but a few had found something small out about their animal side, like the number of legs, eye or skin/fur color, element affinity, etc. Finally the professor called around to Cayden who watched with distaste as the professor's magic flowed in a sadistic fashion that spoke of vindictiveness.

"Vorn." Cayden hated bullies, and people who seemed to think that the sun rose and set on them. He stood and cleared his throat his hand making an aborted movement for his stomach before it came to rest at his side.

"I have felt nothing." Ginaf's smoky blue magic curled in a particularly smug fashion around his neck.

"You don't feel anything." He made it sound like a statement and despite himself Cayden reacted to the jab. Today was just not the day to accuse him of being an unfeeling human. The jab was towards the fact that Cayden doesn't sleep around with students, he doesn't talk to anybody but his ally unless he absolutely has to. So it's not the first time he's been accused of not having a heart, but this was the worst day to do it , not after the attack just now.

He sat down and ignored the snickers and whispers, ignored the displeased look on the demon's face.

"...Start reading chapter 9, take extensive notes you'll be tested." The class shuffled and all you could hear was the ruffling of papers and scratch of pens as the class focused. Cayden let himself get drawn into the research, it was working to block everything, and soon he was in the middle of chapter 13 with notes and reference book stretched across his lab desk. He was so deep in it that a knock on his desk caused him to nearly jump a mile. It suddenly registered that the room was empty and he rushed to get all his books and materials up.

He made a dash for the door, only for an arm to block his tunnel vision. Cayden shifted his gaze to his professor, hand going to his stomach, and gaze more intense than he realized. Ginaf's face had an odd look, and Cayden was sure that if he gave a phoenix tail he'd know what it meant but well..he didn't.

"...See you at 6, Mr. Vorn." Nodding curtly Cayden slung his bag more securely around his shoulders before sprinting down the hallway. He ran fast enough to cause a breeze, and when he took a corner he was nearly parlell with the floor before continuing his breakneck speed. Seeing the railing for the stairs he continued until he gripped the rail and slung himself over it, dropping three floors into a crouch causing cracks to appear and repair themselves in seconds before pushing off from his crouched position.

Sprinting the last few meters he slid through the door just as it began to close. He was subject to incredulous looks and a sigh from the professor. Professor Murdock shook his head, blonde hair falling into his eyes before he flicked it back.

"...Right. Today we've got a bit of a special treat. At least for three of you and myself. See Prince Fali, the second in line for the fae court, a spoiled and arrogant faeling if there ever was one has been trapped in Sector 6. He slept with the wrong couple, insulted the wrong people, and is now not allowed to leave without an escort. So! I volunteered three of my advanced class, you all, to go and retrieve the heavily misguided fae. It's a low combat mission so you should be fine. Write your names on a slip of paper and drop it here in this cup."

There was a mix of reactions the predominate one was excitement, with a minority of three students including Cayden were groaning. As he watched his paper join the rest of them he was reminded strongly of the goblet of fire. If his name came out... It was a breathless moment when the class was waiting to see which of them was chosen. The watched as the wispy blue magic of the cup swirled through the names. Notmenotmenotme. A blue wispy string of magic floated above the rim and curled slowly into the first name.

Lucas Tran.

Cayden suddenly changed his mind. Pickmepickmepickme. Like hell did he want his frie-ally to be going on his own. Cayden had never left anything to fate and this wasn't any different. Cayden knew the enchantments on the cup prevented anyone from directly influencing the cup, but the hat had wanted him Slytherin for a reason. He reached and gently guided the string. He didn't try to influence it exactly, he just..persuaded it to think like him. It wasn't an exact science, but it worked and as his name curled into existence, Cayden felt nothing but satisfaction. Then the last name formed, and his satisfaction tripled.

Lavar Malik.

"Alright! Tran Vorn Malik , I want you here Friday morning lets say 8:00. Get what you need, and as I said it should be a low combat zone. You'll should be back by Sunday so don't sweat classes. " The man's ice blue eyes flashed with humor, before he looked at his watch.

"Alright there is 45 minutes of class left. Pair up and spar. Vorn, I want to see you after class." Cayden nodded to show he heard before he found himself in front of the many vampires in the room.

For some reason, the vampire students seemed to be drawn to fighting him. He'd been fighting more vampires in the hallway than any other, and had found himself fighting them in class too. He had a few try to break into his room, only to find themselves de-fanged and a sudden gender change. He was tempted to add the ward he'd learned during Christmas but he wanted to save it for when he truly needed it. Even Lavar had fought him in class, which was not unusual, but he seriously tested Cayden's limits.

Tara, at least he thought that was the vampire's name, grinned and went on the defensive first off. Cayden bit his thumb and activated his blood runes for strength/endurance. She body slammed him causing Cayden to slide a few feet before he got some friction under his shoes. Cayden changed his blocking grip to a holding grip and flung her over his head. She flipped mid air and landed in a crouch before taking a shot at his kidney.

They fought like cats and dogs and by the time they were called to stop, Cayden had scratches the size of his arms, and she was missing her eyebrows, portions of her hair, and most of her clothes, with chunks of skin lying all over the classroom.

"Alright, clean up and pack up. I'll see ya'll for your next class Friday." Cayden offered to fix her hair and clothes in apology and she nodded. Soon she and everyone left like they were when they entered, Cayden only just remembering that Murdock wanted to speak to him. He waited patiently for the man to speak, wanting to meet up with his frie-allies. He needed to get that straight. Friends was a whole 'nother definition for non human species. Friends meant you fought for, with that person, you'd die for that person. It wasn't something they took lightly, it was the reason allies were more common than friends. Non humans lived longer than many species so a friend committed to them like that was heavily respected and treasured. So he wouldn't make them feel obligated to return that.

Murdock cleared his throat to get the human's attention. This was a common thing for the boy that all the teachers had noticed. They had discovered the boy was restless at best, zoned out at worst and had been puzzled as to why. They'd actually asked the school healer who had promptly diagnosed the boy with ADD. Attention Deficient Disorder.(real thing I have it)

"Mr. Vorn are you aware of Lucas Tran's ability?' Cayden felt himself stiffen. He was aware. Of course he was, he was too paranoid not to be.

"Yes, I know it and it's capabilities." His voice was tinged with an unspoken warning that the wolf heard and dismissed. The boy needed to know this, cause one -he didn't need to be a puppet on this mission coming up. And two- Murdock had too much money in the teacher bet pools for him to be one.

"Are you sure? He could be manipulating you -"

"He's not." Cayden's voice went from warning to ice cold. "He's not." The repeated words did nothing to convince the were. If anything it made him question more harshly.

"How do you know? He could be making you think your happy with him, make you think this was your own choice all the while you are being-" Cayden never saw it coming, not from a trusted professor. He should have, he should have learned his lesson. Never trust adults, especially ones in positions of authority. They abuse it,and they abuse it heavily. He was regretting letting his guard down, as dear professor Murdock tore through his bonds.

Everything living, anything capable of thought , vampires, demons, fae,humans, animals, anything had bonds to show it was connected to another person. Usually the first bond is that of the mother followed closely by the father then either a sibling or a very close uncle/aunt. Bonds were the very thing that kept a human sane. Well known people who didn't have any or lost em are Jeffrey Dahmer, Dracula aka Vlad the Impaler(look THAT up I dare you readers), who was an actual vampire, Edmund Kemper, etc. To mess with a person's bonds was to scar them and who they were bonded for life. So for Murdock to do this...

Cayden wouldn't allow it. He refused.

Enraged Cayden screamed, a deafening sound that echoed through the school as he and his element rose and defended their people, their circle. His eyes went misty white as he and his element worked together. Wind rose and battered the school, shaking the foundation, thunder an angry rumbling. The classroom was the eye of the storm. Wind was tearing at their clothes and hair as Cayden grew even more enraged when the werewolf didn't stop.

"You will not touch them. " Cayden's voice was cold, furious. With a final yell Cayden blasted the professor through the window, who was then snatched by the storm and tossed around like a rag doll. All his enraged adrenaline faded and he sunk to the floor. With all his energy gone he sprawled on the floor with no strength. The door busted open as his fri-allies finally got through the locking spell.

"Cayden! Cayden what happened?"

"Cade! CAYDEN!"

"What happened!?" They spoke over each other gathered around the boy who looked half dead. His skin was pale, paler than normal. His hair was dishwater gray, his eyes milky white not unlike those of a blind person. Cayden coughed and tried to speak only to cough on the firts syllable. Derek propped the human up in his lap and suddenly Cayden could breath better, enough to speak. Sort of.

"Murdock...tear.. b-bon.." Cayden gave up as he struggled to from his words the way he wanted. Sighing he sagged. They all panicked as they thought he was passing out but a cough calmed them down. Slightly. Cayden concentrated on his shield and reached out to their minds tapping on their shields. Surprised they glanced at each other before looking at him. He gazed seriously at them breath wheezing through his body.

They let him in.

He showed them. He showed them the conversation, the blitz attack, the reaction, he showed them. They stood their connected to the horrifying images, their own horror growing at what their professor had done. This is the scene that Ginaf, Tier, Belgae, and Yevik and Headmaster Cur ran in to. As soon as they knew the professors were there the boys reacted.

Lucas, Lavar, and Henry jumped and rose their magic and elements to the ready, knives appearing in their hands as they formed a circle to block the view of Cayden and couldn't take the adults but they would try.

"What the hell are you boys doing? Where's Murdock?" Cur spoke in a commanding voice demanding obedience. They stayed silent watching and assessing the professors before them. Ginaf saw two people behind them, and tried to see the faces but the boys were good and had them blocked.

"Who are you hiding?" Ginaf spoke curtly to Henry speaking as superior demon to inferior. He was shocked when Henry didn't even acknowledge he'd laced the question with magic.

The boys were still connected and Lavar nudged Cayden. Cayden immediately sent a no back, but Lavar nudged him insistingly. Cayden hesitated but finally consented. Lavar visibly nudged Derek and Lucas and the boy parted to show Cayden laying prone on Derek, looking very much dead.

Belgae, and Tier took a step forward before they caught themselves. Headmaster Cur rose an eyebrow before gesturing sharply for the boys to move away from Cayden. They didn't. A low growl slid from Cur's lips.

"What happened." He spoke flatly displeased that his students defied him.

Again Lavar nudged Cayden. Cayden reacted negatively before he hesitated. He gave a tentative compromise to which all boys agreed to. Lucas spoke up.

"We are willing to show you, but we are not willing to show Belgae, Yevik, or Ginaf." That only left the Headmaster and Tier. All three professors went to protest but a sharp gesture from the headmaster stopped them cold.

"Why?" He asked simply.

"Because Cayden doesn't trust or like them." Lucas said with knives at the ready. The headmaster waited for an explanation and Lucas caved.

"He says they are bullies who don't need more ammunition."

"Ah." The headmaster turned to his colleagues who began to protest but all thought better of it. They filed out silently, each one hurt for a different reason. As soon as they were gone the Headmaster opened a mind link with them and them turned back to the boys.

"Show us. Now." With a pause and a hitch in his breathing that made some of them wince, he began to show them the same images he gave to his allies.

"I see." It was venomous hiss that left the headmaster's lips along with Tiers growl. Outside Belgae had broke part of the hallway and Ginaf was radiating murderous vibes. Yevik was stone. You couldn't tell he was breathing. The Headmaster nodded.

"I understand, and in light of this I pardon any and all disrespect you all have shown. Take him to his room. Make sure he is healthy enough for his trip. The boys gathered Cayden up and disappeared.

"Sooo..we are leaving him out there for a bit, yes?" Tier spoke from his new position at the window. He could see the werewolf still in the storm.

"Yes." Satisfied with the current punishment, all the professors left for their rooms. If really old alcohol made an appearance...well that was their business.