He had never seen that person before, but he knew from the way her eyes shone against the moonlight; those deep, blood red eyes belong to no one but the nobles. Her exceedingly long, dark hair almost reached the ground she was standing on, giving off a hint of grace in the air.

In spite of that she reeked of blood and dirt – almost nauseating. M-21 wrinkled his nose. At times like this he didn't particularly enjoy the way his transformation affected his senses.

"Heh," He snorted, almost out of breath, "You're pretty strong for a girl." He growled from behind his throat.

The noble before him didn't answer – even if she did, he couldn't hear any of the words she said. She tilted her head to the side with a wrapped smile as her hair swept the ground. Actually, did she even talk at all?

"Not saying anything? Fine, then," M-21 wiped the blood out of his face using his arm and gritted his teeth. "You all nobles are such conceited bastards," And with that, he stretched his hand out, marching towards the noble at remarkable speed.

His claws clashed against something hard and he was thrown back by a brute force, almost missed landing on his feet. The building beneath him shook violently, sending dust flying through the air around him. He clicked his tongue and coughed, irritated by the fact that somehow his arm received more damage than he had anticipated. He squinted his eyes, bracing himself for impact when he suddenly felt movement from behind him and turned his body around sharply. He crossed his arms above his head, receiving the blow head-on – and that was when he saw her soul weapon. It was a dark mallet with long-handled wooden stick, but almost twice as big as a normal one. She rammed it down at him with strength he didn't know she had and he swore he could hear her cackling.

"Shit," He muttered before pushing against her, sending her tumbling back. His limbs were throbbing as the result of the collision, but there was nothing he could do in the current situation. Was it dumb of him to think that he could face her straight on?

She laughed again, a shrilling sound splitting the air of tension between the two them. M-21 tensed – he was scared.

Scared? Me? He sniffed. As if there's anything to be afraid of anymore.

But as she swung the mallet above her head, he found himself jumping back involuntarily, his feet refusing to listen to his command. Almost instinctively, every time she'd deal a blow in his direction, he'd jumped to avoid it, until he had no idea where he was anymore.

Was he running away?

"Like a game of cat and mouse~" She sang, as she trailed after M-21 excitedly.

The werewolf turned slightly just to look at her, but that was when his back hit a wall. No – it wasn't a wall. It was a tall, wooden gateway; the sight that he had grown accustomed to for the past few months. Shit.

Even without looking around, he knew exactly where he was. Just – how in the world did he get here? Why can't he remember anything?

"I got you~" The girl looming before him crooned, holding her weapon behind her head.

M-21's eyes widened; his feet were suddenly rooted in place and his whole body refused to move as dread washed over him. Shit, shit, not here.

She was right above him now – and shit did her weapon just got bigger?

"No – " M-21 managed to say; even though his throat felt constricted. "No, No,"

With a breathy giggle that sent shiver down his neck, the noble began to swing her skinny, porcelain-skinned hands.

"No... Not here," In his last moment, he saw his life flashed before his eyes, but it wasn't himself he was seeing, no, instead he saw a beast – a blonde haired beast with a smile that could murder a freaking child if it wanted to. He cursed, biting his lips, and in his last effort, screamed his lungs out.

"Not the house!"

His eyes snapped open and he woke up with a start, immediately pushing himself into a seating position. It took a while for him to register his dark surrounding, but when he did, his tense shoulders gradually relaxed. He wasn't outside fighting a clan leader – no, he was in fact in his room, sweat dampening his hair into his skin, his chest heaved rapidly with heavy panting, and his lips trembling as he struggled to breathe. Fuck, was he so scared back then.

It was then when he heard shuffling of sheets beside him, accompanied by a soft grunt. Right next to him was Tao, slowly rousing awake from his slumber, sputtering incomprehensible murmurs. M-21 stilled, his mind suddenly went blank when he tried to think of any judicious reason as to why Tao and Takeo were sleeping in his bed.

"Nightmare?" Tao asked softly, his voice still heavy with sleep as he propped himself up with his elbows.

M-21 glanced in his direction and decided he didn't particularly care, not when Tao looked especially adorable in his drowsy state. He was feeling rather sluggish too, nonetheless. "Mhm," He hummed as a reply, earning a pat on the back from the smaller guy.

"Well. Go back to sleep." Tao muttered in a whisper. As much as he was curious about M-21's nightmare, his sleep still won him over. He could ask him first thing in the morning, anyway. If he remembers, that is.

M-21 nodded and slowly dipped back down to the mattress, snuggling between Tao and Takeo and pulled the blanket over, where the soft breathing of his companions slowly lull him to sleep.