(A/N Thank you, MindWireProductions for the review. As promised after one review I would continue the story. Also just want to let you know there will be a lot of jumping around in this chapter. You can tell by all the "~*~*~*~*~" I put in. So please me patient with me. Well here you go.)

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In a second I turned back into my human form, leaving my hood up. I could feel the stinging wound from when I landed on the dagger. It was either from that time or maybe when I had my flying lessons and his talons dug into my back. I would defiantly need stitches for these wounds. I looked at the dragon to realize she had turned back into human shape. Her hood still covered her face but I could see the glow of her red eyes staring at the body. I could hear each breath that rushed between her lips. We both were tired from the fight. So as to lighten the mood, I laughed. One minute I go from yelling at her then to fighting on her side and protecting her.

"You did a great job, Dragon." I laughed. I could feel her eyes watching me but I just stared at the pathetic form that had once been a fierce monster. I realized that after all those shot glasses not a trace of that fowl poison remained in my body after the fight. My blood had boiled it away.

"Asz did you, Wolf." She said with the familiar dragon accent. She laughed a bell like laugh, finding amusement in the situation as well.

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While we stared at the body, from one of the roofs another Bone-Fiend took flight. His black wings stretching into the sky. His black eyes glared at us.

"I will get revenge for you, my brother. Do not rest yet for they will soon be dead." He promised in an icy cold voice. Turning away he flew off into the sky heading far away.

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I lay on my bed thinking over everything that has happened today. Which I might add was a lot. Most of it confusing. Why such a name and where did the family resemblance go? In fact it's far too much to tell. So we'll just start this chapter over from where we left it in the last chapter….

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We were both still laughing at the motionless corpse. The laughter shook my rip cage and I felt a sudden burn in my side as if something burst on flames. I doubled over in pain, grasping my right side with my hand. I grinded my teeth together hoping the pain would end.

"What'sz wrong?" I felt a hand on my shoulder; I turned my head to the side to see the red eyes of the dragon studying my face. I straightened up, leaving my hand on my side. She removed her hand from my shoulder letting it drop by her side.

"I'm fine." I lied, so as to prove my point I removed my hand from my side, and raised both my hands up in front of me. I saw her eyes widen. I turned my hands around to see my left hand covered in blood it looked like red paint. I cannot believe that for just a few seconds I forgot all about my injuries. Especially one that was still gushing blood from my side. I was so stupid. I looked down at the ground to see a small puddle forming. I looked back into the dragon's eyes. I licked my suddenly dry lips.

"Medic?" I whispered. I saw her hands reach for me as I fell backwards. She caught me but my weight was too much for her and the blood on the ground made us slip. We fell to the ground; I lay on my back while she kneeled beside me. Her warm hand held mine.

"Carszon! Carszon, go get Opal! Hurry!" I heard the dragon's voice calling out orders, than the world warped and time passed.

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I opened my eyes to find myself lying in a small peach colored room with dark oak wood furniture. I tried to sit up my side stung but I had to sit up. Next thing I knew I was lying back flat on my back and a giant scaled tail lay across my chest. I stared at the pure white scaly tail. It slid off my chest; I turned my head to look at whose it was. When a sudden burst of light the window shades were opened and I was blinded.

"Now we don't want you moving too much, Mr.….?" An unfamiliar feminine voice chimed in the small room. I blinked my eyes trying to get used to the bright light. Then I answered hesitantly.

"Brandon Blood-Fang exile from Caltery Valley Pack." I let out a hiss of pain as I try to sit up again.

"You certainly are a stubborn one, Brandon exile from Calterly Valley Pack. Here let me help." She reached behind me to grab another pillow that stood up leaning against the bed posts. One of her arms reached behind my neck and lifted me up and pushed me into a sitting position which made me wince. She then placed two pillows against the headboard of the bed; I was then eased back into them. She pulled her hands away from me and began to busy herself around the room. I realized three things at once; one I wasn't wearing my wolf furred cloak, in fact I wasn't wearing any of my old clothes. I was wearing a white shirt and what must have been sweatpants three sizes too big for my small build. Number two, she spoke the same formal way a dragon would have used to address me. The one difference was she did not have the accent of a dragon, adding the Z after using an S in any word. Last but not least number three, I saw a scaly white tail when I woke up!

I opened my eyes instantly; I saw the back of the women from where I sat propped up on the pillows. She was standing near a desk moving paper around She had long silvery blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. She was dressed in lambskin blouse with fur lining on the hood. Was she a lamb? So strange, I was about to close my eyes again when I noticed something even stranger. A long scaly white tail swished back in forth on the floor. There was a slit in the back of her lambskin shorts so her tail could be free and move about. I thought that was weird but it got even weirder. Where normal human legs should have been were legs covered in the same white scales as her tail. Sticking from the back of each of her calves was a long pearl white talon, something you would see on a dragon's hind legs. Her feet were shaped just like a dragons hind feet except smaller, in balance with the size of a human body. With pearl white talons. I've never seen such a creature or was this what dragons looked like under their cloaks. I would have said she was the dragon I had fought with if it wasn't for her coloring and the different voice.

"What are you?" I asked. I saw her back stiffen then relax. She turned around towards me, two small clawed dragon's hands clasped in front of her. Her eyes were clear blue human eyes, where a human nose should have been was a slanting plain with two slits for nostrils. It's so hard to describe what she looks like. Imagine a person with a large rounded snout on their face, where they had two slits for a nose and her lips were as pale as her skin, flattened against her skin. She had a high forehead with scattered pieces of blonde bangs. Her ears weren't actual human ears either they were fanned and flared like a dragons.

"My you startled me, I thought you fell asleep." She smiled kindly showing her point sharp teeth. I could tell I had not startled her but insulted her. She was very beautiful like nothing I've ever seen but something told me she was not supposed to exist.

"Thank you, for everything you've done for me." I wasn't quite sure what she had done for me but I was certain she did do something very important.

"You're welcome, Brandon." She chimed dropping all formalities as if I had lost her respect and I don't blame her. I had been rude. "Oh my we have a guest!" She said heading towards the broad doors. She stood there for less than a second when suddenly someone knocked on the door. Turning the doorknob she pulled the door open. I heard brief whispers but they were hissed in another language.

Stepping from the other side of the door was another woman. Her hair was made up of beautiful long black curls also pulled back into a ponytail. A few curls had escaped and were outlining her face. Her features were sharp; her chin had a sharp angle to it, along with her narrow eyebrows. Her eyes were large and round unlike the rest of her features. Her garnet eyes glimmered in the sunlight that lit the room. Her copper skin pronounced the red eyes even more. She looked young maybe a few years younger than I. She was dressed in black leather boots and silk flowing pants that rippled with her movements. Along with a crimson shirt that buttoned up the front to a collar. She had left the collar undone and three buttons undone as well. I noticed she was not wearing her scaly black cloak.

"My sister, may I introduce Brandon Blood-Fang exile from Caltery Valley Pack." The woman dressed in the lambskins said to the dragon, who was her sister.

"Ah szo the wolf doesz have a name." The dragon replied with an elegant smile of human teeth. I smiled back.

"Ah but my friends, does the dragon and her sister have names?" I replied, still grinning. The dragon pointed to the women in the lambskins.

"Thisz isz my true blood sziszter, Opal." The dragon grinned. Opal did a small bow to me.

"Oh no sister you will not get away that easily, tell him your name." Opal smiled and then she added, "Also he is not used to our customs explain to him what true blood means." The dragon rolled her eyes, at Opal.

"A true blood isz a szibling szharing the szame blood and conditionsz inszide the mother dragon before the eggsz are laid. Meaning the sziblingsz from the szame batch of eggsz unlike our half sziblingsz who came in the batch after oursz, many yearsz later. Asz for my name you have to guesszz."

"I saved your life, Lady Dragon. At least give me the honor of knowing your name." I folded my hands together to at least look like I'm begging.

"Ah he did indeed save your life, do not be unfair to him or else I shall tell him." Opal threatened a smile on her face.

"You wouldn't dare sziszter, you would inszult me. Szo tell him my name go ahead, I would have to szeek revenge!" The dragon laughed and pretended to reach for Opal's neck as if she was going to strangle her. These sisters were so amusing to watch they were best friends. You could tell Opal was the younger sister by the way she acted.

"Your name is Ruby?" I guessed interrupting the two sister's conversation. The so thought Ruby raised a bandaged hand to her head and placed it against her forehead as if she had a headache. I remembered how she got the wound, it was when she had the Bone-Fiend pinned under her clawed hands and he stabbed one of his claws in the soft flesh between two of her claws. She looked at me disappointed that I was so curious, her frown deepened as she fought some inward battle.

"No my name isz not Ruby. Fooliszh wolf my name is Kiuruze." As quickly as the words were out she was gone, she seemed angry. What had I done? As if reading my mind Opal frowned.

"She does not like her name. I'm sorry Brandon for her rude behavior."

Don't worry about it Opal. I think Kiuruze is a beautiful name." At my remark Opal shook her head.

"Her name is Curse but with the dragon accents it's pronounced Kiuruze. It has the same meaning anyway." I felt so foolish the dragons do have a hard accent to understand, I was just glad I didn't make that mistake in front of Curse. I was about to ask why her name was Curse but Opal read my mind again.

"Ask her yourself at supper, you will be dining with us." It was not a question but an order, "My husband Carson will come up here around five o'clock to wake you. I've sent him out to buy you new clothes since your old ones were all ripped and torn and not nice enough for supper. You look embarrassed, no neither me nor my sister changed you out of your old clothes but Carson did. You also will be wondering where your cloak is? Your cloak is in the closet over there. We did not touch it, Carson hung it up and we left it. As for your other belongings they are in the leather satchel in the back of the closet. Now try to rest up." Opal walked around to the shades by the window and closed them and with a smile she headed for the door. With a twist of the doorknob she left.

So here I lay on my bed thinking over all that's happened today. Why was Curse's name Curse? Why does her sister look like a cross between a human and a dragon? What was for supper or was I on the menu? With twisting thoughts and an ache in my side every so often. I fell into a confused dream. With twisting hallways and locked doors. Then suddenly I saw an all black young dragon, her green eyes glowed and from those eyes one tear would flow. I hated that monster, in this dream like I've had so many times. I shifted into a wolf and lunged at the young dragon. Like the similar dreams I've had before this one I was certain my teeth would sink into the soft neck of the young dragon and kill her. However I was knocked away from the young dragon. Standing over the young dragon like a protecting shadow was Curse. Her red eyes flashed anger, she let out a roar. I snarled back at her. The red spikes on her head and back seemed to drip blood. I suddenly noticed a presence beside me, it was Opal. She seemed sad; she turned away from me and Curse. She walked away down a dark hall and vanished. Why wasn't Curse going after her! I screamed at Curse but she wouldn't listen her eyes were on the young dragon. When would this nightmare end!

(A/N I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know I enjoyed writing. My favorite character to describe is Opal, she is so wise and yet crazy. I also love to describe Curse when she is in dragon form. If you had any problems understanding the dragon accents just remove every single Z in the conversations. Well Please Review or else the next chapter will not be written. Well Bye!)