From Puppy to Wolf and the things between Chapter 6: The Secret of Black and White, a glee fanfic

Wohoooooooo so here I am again. This time a little faster because I felt so bad for making you wait so much the last time.

I had much fun writing this chapter and I hope you have fun reading it :)

I have to thank Wikipedia here for a couple of information ..so everything you find on Wikipedia about werewolves belongs to Wikipedia...just like GLEE doesn't belong to me...

If Glee was mine "The Break up" wouldn't exist.

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To calm herself Maria Lopez hold tight onto her husband's hand.

"Santana…Brittany. We need to talk."

In Angelo Lopez eyes shone fear and that was a very rare sight.

The girls shared a very nervous glance as they sat down. They sat as close as possible and when Brittany put an arm around Santana's shoulder the Latina pressed her body closer to her mate's.

Whatever her parents had to say it wasn't good. That her father took long breaths to calm himself was enough for Santana to know that something was up. And she had a pretty good idea what it was about. Brittany's steady heartbeat underneath her ear was calming the Latina down and soon it was like their hearts beat in sync. Letting out a long breath Santana finally was able to look her parents in the eyes.

For a few moments the living room was coated in absolute silence.

Eventually Angelo spoke up:

"Santana? What happened in school?"

He sounded like he didn't really wants to hear the answer.

All that Santana wanted right now was for Brittany to take her somewhere with no parents, no Karovsky and basically no one besides them. On the way home Santana had tried to mentally prepare herself to tell Brittany about that voice that ordered her to kill. To tell her parents about this was something the Latina hadn't even thought about. The grip around her shoulder suddenly tightened and she turned her head a bit to get lost in crystal blue.

Brittany's eyes were big and pleading and in Santana's head echoed her mate's soft voice:

"Please, San. I'm not going anywhere. Whatever happened to you I'm staying right here."

In a small voice Santana asked:

"Promise?"

Brittany gave her a small smile before she linked their pinkies together and hold them in between their bodies so her girlfriend could see:

"Pinkie promise!"

After one last calming breath Santana rested her head on Brittany's chest and stared at her parents:

"How do you even know what happened?"

Maria looked like she wanted to say something but Angelo was faster:

"That wasn't hard. I think every wolf in a ten mile radius felt that."

"Felt what?" Santana asked with a very unhappy expression.

To her surprise it was Brittany that answered:

"Your presence, San."

That the Latina was glaring daggers at her father mend he should explain. And he should explain it fast:

"Look girls. Normally you can only feel a wolf's presence when he is in his wolf's form. Even then it can be pretty hard to find out where he is. Your presence is like….a ghost….an imprint of yourself that glows in the color of your eyes. And today….Santana your presence was nothing I have ever seen before." The Alpha explained while his hand twitched nervously.

"Would you keep going for fuck's sake?" Santana growled.

Angelo sighed before he closed his eyes and made the image of the wolf he had seen this morning reappear before his mental eye.

He shuddered as the image manifested like smoke in front of him and he stared in the evil grimace of a wolf with pitch black fur and eyes that glowed like hell fire.

"He was very big. He was bigger than any wolf I have ever seen….his fur was darker than the night. Even darker than yours Santana and I already thought that wasn't possible. And he was angry….so angry. It seemed like he was fighting against chains that kept him where he was. He was growling and snarling and…the most frightening thing was…there was so much hate coming from him. Pure hate and…and it engulfed me like a cloud and it seeped into my heart and I couldn't do anything against it…every happy thought was banned from my head…." Angelo explained in a calm voice.

As Santana heard the scared undertone on her father's voice she buried her head in Brittany's neck and squeezed her eyes shut. Even her own father, even the Alpha was scared of her. As Brittany's arms encircled her waist Santana barely hold back a sob.

Brittany's voice made her girlfriend concentrate on the conversation again:

"A he?"

"Didn't you see him? He was a monster." Maria whispered and forgot that her daughter could hear her. The words hit Santana like a whip and the only thing she could do was press tighter against her mate.

Brittany was giving Maria Lopez a glare that would freeze hell over. Angelo coughed silently and finally Maria cached on:

"Oh my God, mija! I'm so sorry…I forgot….I…I…" Maria stuttered.

Eventually Santana's head emerged from her girlfriend's neck and with an angry expression and unshed tears shining in her eyes she spit:

"You just don't get it! He was there! He was in my fucking head talking to me! He told me I should kill Karovsky because he made Brittany cry and…and…I would have done it! I would have snapped the fucker in pieces if it wasn't for Brittany….I would have killed a human because of that wolf in me…"

The small Latina shivered with anger and that both of her parents stared at her with wide eyes unable to say something didn't really help her. Again it was Brittany that rescued the small Latina. Long, slender fingers caressed Santana's cheek and deep blue eyes searched for chocolate brown ones.

"I don't care, Santana." Brittany whispered softly.

"But, Britt…I…I would have…" Santana fought with words.

"I know…and I say I still wouldn't care…I love you Santana…nothing will ever take that away from me."

As the first tears escaped Santana's eyes and she choked on a sob Brittany brought her arms around her girlfriend's body and just hold her:

"We'll find out who that other wolf is….and we'll find a way to kick him out of your head."

Brittany whispered in her mate's ear as she felt the tears soaking her shirt.

"I don't want to feel like that again….never….it was so scary. Please, Britt….make that it never happens again." Santana mumbled.

"Nothing will hurt you, San. I'll protect you…" Brittany answered. She wasn't sure how she was going to protect her mate from something that was inside her but she would try and do everything she could. She was Santana's mate after all. She was born to protect her.

Over her girlfriend's trembling shoulder Brittany throw a destroying glare at the older Lopez that still couldn't close their mouths. Angelo was the first who regained some senses. It broke his heart to see his only daughter like that but he was also proud of Brittany. He couldn't think of any other person that could be a better mate to Santana.

Eventually he got up and kneeled in front of his daughter. He softly placed a hand on her knee to gain her attention and his heart broke a little more when Santana looked helplessly at him with a tear streaked face.

"We're all here for you, hija."

As she whipped at her tears the small Latina mumbled:

"Thanks, daddy…"

Maria was still seated on the couch. She was pale and several times her mouth opened and closed again.

Eventually the older woman stated the obvious:

"I don't know what to say, mija…"

"Maybe you should just say nothing mom…" Santana grumbled. Right now she needed her family and not someone who was only interested in the why and how.

Santana saw the hurt look on her mother's face but she just didn't care. Not now…not today.

"Do you have any idea what happened?" Brittany spoke up again while she stroked Santana's back.

"I have a slight idea…but we're the wrong people to tell you this." Angelo sighed and put a hand through his hair.

"Then who can explain it?" Brittany pondered.

"Judy." Santana croaked. From the crying her throat went dry but she was way too comfortable in Brittany's arms to get up.

With raised eyebrows Brittany looked at Angelo:

"Judy Fabray. Quinn's mother. She is…well actually she is professor for history but she is also an expert in our history." Angelo explained.

"The history of wolves?" Brittany asked.

"Exactly. She knows all about the time wolves first started to appear in countries like Russia or Romania and about the mighty wolf clans that formed in the time of the renaissance and most extinct in the middle age. She knows "us"! She'll know something about what happened to Santana, too." Angelo said while he paced the living room.

"When can we talk to her?" Brittany questioned. She registered that Santana's sobs had died down and her heartbeat had slowed down, too. The blonde couldn't see it but she was sure her mate's eyes were closed and her hand curled in Brittany's cheerio top. Santana was on the verge of sleep and Brittany couldn't really blame her. Angelo's voice ended her thoughts abruptly:

"Today…she said she would come over and tell you two what she knows. She said Santana isn't the only one that's more special than the rest of the new adults."

He looked Brittany straight in the eye and he knew Judy had been right when his daughter's mate tore her eyes away.

He knew his daughter and her mate weren't normal wolves since the night they became adults and he saw their wolf appearances for the first time. Pure white and black fur was reserved for two wolves only.

He had tried to reason with Shelby but the elder had commanded to wait. In the past things went horrible wrong when the mate's were told who and what was living inside them. Shelby didn't want to risk that again.

But now it was too late and his daughter had almost killed a human and spilled their secret. Without Brittany it would have been a disaster.

Suddenly a voice interrupted the silence:

"Lopez! You should really lock your door once in a while or some rouge wolves might chop your head off in the night."

Angelo smiled exhaustedly:

"Hello, Judy."

Brittany now understood where Quinn got her vicious words and fast tongue from.

Angelo got up from the couch:

"Here are the girls. I hope you have something for them."

When Judy Fabray rounded the couch and sat down in an armchair Brittany instantly knew that she was Quinn's mother.

They had the same hair color, only Judy's was longer and tied in an elegant ponytail. Despite her skin showed the first wrinkles Judy was still a very attractive woman just like her daughter. They shared the same bone structure in the face and their eye color was similar. It looked like Ms. Fabray came straight from work because she wore an expensive looking costume and on her sleeves was chalk powder. Brittany also realized the missing ring on the left hand. The slight change in the skin tone on Judy's ring finger told Brittany that not long ago there was a ring.

Judy looked at the two girls and was mildly surprised. She knew Santana since she was a baby but never she had seen her so peacefully. Her head rested on the blonde's collarbone and she practically sat on her lap. One of her hands rested on Santana's thighs and was interlaced with a much paler one. The other one was curled in the, at least for Judy, familiar cheerio uniform.

As she locked eyes with the blonde girl she noticed how the grip on Santana tightened and in the most fascinating blue eyes Judy had ever seen shone love and determination.

She was almost sure she had seen eyes like that somewhere before.

"Hello my name is Judy Fabray."

Judy introduced herself.

She didn't hold out her hand for the other girl to take it because it seemed both of the girl's hand had better things to do.

"I'm Brittany. Brittany S. Pierce." Brittany said.

For a couple of moments the two blondes just looked at each other.

Finally Judy said:

"So you are the new chosen ones."

"Seems like it. Whatever it is we were chosen for." Brittany gave back and hold the older woman's gaze.

For a second Judy's bottom lip twitched upwards:

"I'm sure you'll be great."

Brittany frowned at her.

"So Judy…what can you tell us?" Angelo asked.

Finally Judy broke her staring contest with Brittany and answered:

"It's better they come home with me. I've got things I want to show them.

"What's with Santana? She's almost asleep."

Brittany protested.

Angelo raised an eyebrow pretty much like Santana did it so often.

"I'm afraid this can't wait." Judy said and already got up from her chair and collected her bag and jacket.

Brittany rolled her eyes and Angelo gave her an apologetic smile.

As the adults whispered at the door Brittany sighed. She didn't really want to wake Santana up but one of them had to understand what Quinn's mother was going to tell them. Sometimes history confused Brittany but in the case of one Judy Fabray she was too proud to admit that. It was better if her mate was awake.

"San?" she cooed softly.

Her mate only grimaced.

"San, baby? Please wake up Q's mom wants to explain us what's going on."

To Brittany's surprise her girlfriend grumbled:

"I don't wanna hear it."

"But this is important and I don't know what to do if I don't understand everything Ms. Fabray explains. She looks like what she says is difficult."

Brittany pouted.

The Latina huffed before she said:

"I guess I'm able to stay awake a little longer."

Brittany kissed her mate's hairline softly.

"Are you ready girls?" Angelo asked from the door.

"Give us a second." Brittany responded.

Then she stood up and in the process lifted Santana up in her arms.

The Latina yelped in surprise and hid her burning face in her girlfriend's neck.

The blonde was surprised when she didn't see her bag by the door.

For a second Judy's face appeared in front of her:

"I'll wait in my car. I guess Santana is not going to drive. Please follow me when you are ready."

Absentmindedly the Dutch nodded her head.

Then Angelo stood in front of her with Brittany's bag and for some odd reason Santana's bag too.

Brittany's expression must have been pretty surprised because Santana's father was fast to explain:

"I guess today we can make an exception from the schedule. You really have to stick to it but it's better if you spend this night together."

Brittany nodded eagerly and tried to keep a smile from erupting on her face.

"Please take her to your house after Judy explained everything to you." Angelo added.

Brittany gave him a genuine smile and answered:

"I will."

Santana had zoomed out minutes ago.

Angelo dropped the girl's bags on the BMW's backseat and after Brittany stored a mumbling Santana on the passenger seat he gave her the car keys.

"She can take it back tomorrow after school."

"Thank you Angelo." Brittany said in a small voice and mend far more than the car keys.

Angelo's stormy brown eyes softened as he looked at the Dutch girl.

He smiled a tired smile put a hand on Brittany's shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze:

"You're the best thing that happened to this family in a long time."

His words sounded so honest that the blonde's cheek turned pink and she didn't know what to say.

For a couple of seconds the older man looked into the starless night sky before he sighed:

"Now I have to have a serious conversation with my wife. Good night, Brittany."

Then he turned around and vanished in the house.

Mute Brittany stood in the driveway and didn't know what to do.

Eventually she snapped out of it and climbed into the driver seat. Santana was lightly snoring in her seat and Brittany wanted nothing more than to give her mate some rest. On the other side of the street she spotted the shadows of a Mercedes coupé. Shaking her head Brittany started the ignition and followed the red sport car out of Santana's street.

In the background played Alex Clare's "I won't let you down" and Brittany's heart clenched as she looked at her mate's sleeping form.

The red Mercedes passed different neighborhoods and to the blonde's surprise her own too.

After a couple of minutes Brittany registered that the houses got bigger and inherited more money.

Brittany couldn't understand how rich people could move into a town like Lima. If she had that much money she would take Santana and vanish to a town near the sea. She would buy a house on the beach that was still close to the city for parties.

In the Netherlands Brittany had spent countless hours on the beach. Often the water was freezing cold but the beaches were beautiful and when the wind was strong the Dutch hadn't met other people for hours. She really missed the ocean. In her mind Brittany made a note that one day she would take Santana to the Netherlands and would show her the raw beauty of her home country.

Finally Judy's car turned into a small alley. Brittany's eyes widened as she realized how big and old the different houses looked. Some looked like they were build in another place and time. Maybe the Great Britain of the time of Queen Victoria. The Mercedes parked in a drive way in which five cars would find enough space.

For a couple of moments the Teen forgot to kill the ignition. She was too amazed by the house that emerged out of the nightly shadows like a castle. It was made of grey brick and had many high windows. A small stair let to the magnificent wooden door and in the silver moon light the head of a wolf glowed in the dark. At one side of the house a white flower climbed up the wall, and above the front door an old looking lantern spends her warm, orange light.

Only when the front door opened and the younger Fabray appeared on the threshold Brittany remembered to close her mouth.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Santana's tired voice killed the silence.

Her mate still stared at the house in front of them as she answered:

"It looks like it's from a fairytale."

"It's from England." Santana chuckled.

Brittany glared at her and Santana shrugged before she tried to stifle a yawn.

"Let's go." The Latina eventually said.

As the girls reached the front door Quinn was standing there with crossed arms and looked impatient:

"I thought you would never get out of that stupid car."

"What's the hurry, Quinn?" Santana grumbled.

Suddenly Quinn made a guilty expression and kept her mouth shut.

"She wants to know what happened with you." Brittany explained and when Quinn's eyes shifted to the floor the Dutch knew she was right.

Santana scowled:

"I have a monster living inside of me. Yeah." The Latina stated with pretty much sarcasm and threw her hands in the air. Then she vanished inside the house and shouted:

"Where is Berry? I need something to laugh about!"

Quinn rolled her eyes:

"She's in such a good mood again."

When the cheerleader caught Brittany's sullen expression she apologized:

"I'm sorry, Britt."

"Don't say that to me. This is really hard for her and I know you have some kind of competitive love-hate relationship with her but please try to keep it at bay today."

Quinn nodded then said:

"We should go inside. I don't want your girlfriend to pick on my girlfriend for too long."

"Although I'm sure it would raise Santana's mood." Brittany chuckled.

"Oh I'm sure of it." Quinn snorted.

Inside the house was even more fascinating. Behind the door opened up a large room with a wide wooden staircase that led to the upper floors. To Brittany's left side was a big kitchen with an integrated dining room. Quinn led her to the right side and when the girls passed a very comfortable living room the younger Fabray opened her mouth again:

"We're going to the library. Mom said we should go there and Rachel almost spent the entire time there since we came home anyway."

It was unnecessary but Brittany still asked:

"You have a library?"

"You would be surprised what we have in this house." Quinn grinned.

"How can you even afford this?" Brittany asked.

Quinn somehow stopped dead in her tracks one of her hands rested on the doorknob of a large double door and she suddenly looked very sad:

"My father is a rich man. His family is very old and wealthy since the middle age. He left us the house before he went to Italy."

"I'm sorry Quinn. I shouldn't have asked…"

"No it's okay. He doesn't deserve to live here anymore. He treated Rachel like a piece of crap when he found out that she's my mate. It's good that he's gone. I guess sometimes I just miss him." Quinn explained with a sad smile.

Brittany didn't know what to say so she put a comforting hand on Quinn's arm.

The Dutch tried and thought hard about something else to say while Quinn's eyes glazed over with memories from her past.

"Why did Rachel spend so much time in the library?" Brittany finally asked.

Quinn's face cracked into a smile and she answered:

"She was so worried about Santana that she announced as soon as we reached home that she would find out what happened. Since then her nose is buried in one book or another."

"I should really thank her for that." Brittany said.

Quinn huffed:

"Santana should. But she's way too stubborn to appreciate it when other people do something for her."

"And that's why I am going to do it." Brittany chuckled before she finally pushed the door open.

The first thing Brittany registered when she stepped into the large room was the magical smell of old books. One never knew what secrets were hidden in the dust and leather of old books.

It could be the ancient tale of a long forgotten hero or the finances of a rich landlord that spend all his money on women and wine. Or it could be the mysterious tale of a little hunted village hidden deep in a Hungarian forest terrorized by a giant monster no villager had ever seen because it becomes one with the night: "…and all men could hear its agonizing howls in the night and all they saw was the blood of their children in the morning when they had been taken to the depths of hell." Rachel whispered.

For once the two brunettes weren't arguing.

Rachel was sitting in an ancient looking armchair a book lying in front of her on an equally old looking couch table that was overloaded with thick books. Her expression showed everyone how concentrated she was.

Santana had curled up in a corner of a couch and had a faraway look in her eyes.

Quinn set herself on the armrest of Rachel's chair put a hand through her brown locks and gently massaged her mate's neck. Rachel let out a tired sighed and leaned closer into her girlfriends caress.

For a moment Brittany observed the room a little longer before she sat next to Santana.

In the back of the room was a massive wooden table littered with different papers, books, dictionaries, pens and pictures. Behind it was a large window that showed the Fabray's garden. Left and right from the window were two large cupboards with glass panels integrated into the doors. Inside were very old and fragile looking books, pictures from Quinn's childhood and the time when Judy Fabray still had a husband.

At the rest of the walls gigantic bookshelves were put side by side crammed with books of all age, size and content. Two wooden ladders on either side of the room made it possible to reach the top shelves. Brittany thought it looked like the library in Hogwarts.

Santana's hot breath on her collarbone brought the blonde down to earth:

"Are you feeling better?"

Brittany whispered gently.

Tanned fingers laced with her own as the Latina answered quietly:

"I'm always better with you…but I'm still….scared…maybe I don't want to know what happened."

"Hey…we're going to listen to what Judy tells us. We have to listen so we know how we can get rid of him." Brittany said with a very serious undertone.

Rachel sighed another time as Quinn loosened up a knot in her neck:

"I've searched every old looking book and now I know how we were hunted in Europe, killed in the middle age and glorified in the Age of Enlightenment. But I found nothing about tales or stories or even a note about something similar to what happened this morning. Sure there are tales about werewolves that extinguished whole villages and ate children and whatever but…I don't know…"

"That's because you didn't search in the right books." The voice of Judy Fabray explained from the doorway. All four girls stared at the older woman that changed into more comfortable clothes. She wore glasses that made her face look sharper and for a split second Brittany imagined Quinn in glasses.

In that split second she realized she might like that sight more than she should and mentally she shook her head.

"What do you mean, mom?" Quinn asked. She knew Rachel was intelligent and from what she saw all the books that surrounded her mate were old and about wolves.

"Those books are all in English, am I right?" Judy asked as she stepped further into the room.

Wordlessly Rachel nodded her head.

"Then they are the wrong ones." Judy smiled and she looked more like Quinn than ever.

The older woman came to a stop in front of a narrow bookshelf that contained too many books for the small space. It was nothing more than a couple of boards pressed between two more stable and massive shelves but the twinkle in Judy's eyes gave away that the pathetic small books were far more valuable than the precious big books to their left and right. With experienced eyes Judy choose one big and several small books that all looked so old Santana feared they crumble to dust before they would reveal their secrets.

Rachel put the books away she had read all day and when Judy finished she sat opposite of the four girls and put the biggest and oldest book on the table between them.

She looked at the teenagers in front of her.

Rachel looked tired because she had spent her day trying to research something in the wrong place but she fought with her heavy eyelids and Judy knew it was because she cared for Santana. The fiery Latina was in almost the same position Judy had seen her earlier in the evening. Only now her eyes were open and despite looking at the older wolf they were directed at her mate and between love and shame the blonde saw the fear of being left.

He daughter was deep in thought and stared at the books in front of her like she tried to make them spill their tales.

Finally she looked at Brittany. Eyes clear and pure as ice bore into Judy's calm green ones. Brittany showed a determination that was striking and Judy Fabray was sure the girl would punch her if she didn't explain Santana's outburst. Inwardly the older Fabray felt a commotion rising in her chest as she stared back at Brittany. She remembered now where she had seen those blue eyes before.

She had seen them in the book with the brittle parchment pages that was lying in front of her.

Judy's voice was merely a whisper but in the quiet room everyone understood her words:

"What do you know about werewolves?"

Of course it was Rachel's mouth that had to open up first:

"The history of werewolves is very old. Since the heyday of the Greek culture there are tales about man that agreed to a pact with the devil and could change their human appearance by wearing a belt made of wolf fur. Those men are described as bloodthirsty, violent and without a human consciousness. There are tales from men of the north maybe Danes or Swedes that build a wall on the border of their country and once a year the ones that could shift their form would jump over that wall. Everyone that couldn't do it because he gained too much weight was ridiculed.

In the east in the lands of Russia, Romania and Hungary people tell each other that the first werewolf was born after a young and pure maiden was raped by a wild wolf. Everyone the sprout bit would turn into one of his kind or die an excruciating death. The only thing that helped the people to protect their villages were weapons made of silver.

There is a tale from a man from Germany that was murdered because he allegedly killed thirteen kids. But many people mistook cases of rabies for werewolves similar to blood anemia and vampires. With that we come to modern werewolves that mostly are parts of horror movies and portrayed pretty much like the man that made a pact with the devil. Or they are glorified like in Twilight. That's the human version and I'm afraid I don't know much about the real version. Every wolf that conceived a child can be sure that the child will be a wolf too. Whether both parents are wolves or only one. But it's said that half-breeds are smaller and weaker than pure bloods. When a wolf bites a human the human normally dies because his body can't handle the force of werewolf blood but there are humans that can bond with our blood and become werewolves, too. We don't howl at the moon and we don't eat children and…I don't know how we can be killed. I don't want to think about a time when people want to kill us…"

And eventually Rachel's mouth closed again.

The room was silent as everyone thought about what they just heard. Brittany's head was swirling with Rachel's words and pictures from wolves that jumped a wall like the sheep she counted when she was younger and couldn't fall asleep formed in her head. Then she saw a young woman with a small bundle in her arms and she could see a small furry tail at its lower end.

Santana was aghast about what humanity thought about her kind and she didn't want to hear how many people innocent or real, murdering wolves were slaughter since the Greek empire. Her pack was everything for the Latina. Her family, her friends, her home. Just imagining them being hurt or even killed because of what they were or mistreated like science objects made Santana's heart crumble. Even if she was cold and made fun of Kurt because of his clothes or squabbled with Puck and was bitchy with Quinn and insulted Rachel countless times a day she could not live without one of them. Then she looked at Brittany's troubled face and adored how the warm light made her face glow softly and she was too scared to think about Brittany being hurt.

Quinn and Rachel had similar expressions.

Santana pressed herself harder into Brittany's chest to hear her calming heartbeat. Her emotions must have been like an open book for her girlfriend because suddenly Brittany turned her head and whispered softly:

"Think about all the wonders we are and then forget the lies they tell."

Next pale lips pressed a soft kiss on Santana's trembling ones and when the Latina closed her eyes she knew Brittany was the only wonder she needed.

When they broke the kiss Santana was surprised that Quinn, Rachel and even Judy Fabray looked at them with suddenly relieved expressions.

"We are no wonder." Judy said calm and Santana wished she would shut up and give her some rest.

"But we are wonderful, indeed." The older Fabray added and she looked at Santana and Brittany with eyes that saw more than two struggling teenagers.

Suddenly Santana had enough and asked:

"Berry told us the things the humans think and documented about us. But how many of the people they slaughtered were really wolves? It's obvious that this is not our history. You asked what we knew and it was next to nothing. So now I ask you: What is there to know?"

For a moment Judy looked actually surprised to hear something like that from the Latina this evening. But then she realized she was an alpha's daughter and she had something way more powerful buried within her.

Softly Judy's fingers stroked the leather binding of the book in front of her before she opened a particular page she had read countless times before and she was sure she could have told the ancient story without the help of swirling, faded letters. But there were pictures too and Brittany and most of all Santana needed to see them.

"Did you ever hear of a man named Adem and his wife Chava?" she asked the girls.

Santana was the one who said what every girl's expression gave away:

"Who the hell is that?"

"I'm very sure you all know the names." Judy said in a voice only a teacher could use with his unaware students because he knew mysteries and arcanums they didn't.

Santana scoffed and turned her head away but Judy had seen the fire that burned in them and knew that the stubborn Latina wanted to hear the story just like everyone else.

"Those two have many different names…" Judy Fabray began in her lecturing voice.

"In the Orient the woman is named Hawa or Chava. The man's name is Adama. In the east the woman is called Jewa. In Spain the man is called Adán and in other European countries they were called Adem or Adamus and Ev or Evi. In the Hebrew the man's name means "man", the woman's name means "mother of life".

Then she made a pause and almost had to smirk when she saw how the four girls hang on her every word:

"We call them Adam and Eve."

For Angelo Lopez it had been an exhausting day. In the clinic he had to surgery victims of a big car crash on a highway. Many had broken and ruptured legs and it took hours to stop the bleeding and save what there was to safe. In the end he had to amputate one leg and he was happy that he could go before the patient woke up. Other patients had lost much blood because parts of the car had bored into their thorax.

The sight of splintered bones and ripped flesh was nothing new for Angelo but it always made him sullen when he lost patients. He had lost a young boy because a sharp part of the windshield had slit his throat and he died in the ER. He could have been Puck he thought when he closed the boy's eyelids so he didn't had to see the emptiness in them.

When he was sewing up a patient whose arm had been squished by another car that had run into his he felt it.

At first it was like the temperature in the cold surgery room had dropped another ten degrees and the Puerto Rican had seen the hairs on his arm raise. Followed by the cold was something else. Something man couldn't see but his presence was so overwhelming like it would surround one like thick fog. It had manifested in a dark corner of the room only Angelo could see from where he stood.

The dust was pitch black and as it more and more looked like a big animal the exhaustion of the still new day took over him. He remembered small mistakes his colleges made and felt the sudden urge to yell at them and make clear that those mistakes were inacceptable when they had a life to save. The room felt awfully small and it seemed like all the air was sucked into the dark corner. Angelo got aggressive and almost punched a nurse when she accidently touched his arm. He forgot that he knew her for years and that she was one of the nurses he trusted the most.

He forgot about the small victories he had achieved today like being able to save a small child from a life as a cripple. He forgot how much he loved his wife and children. He forgot about the patient beneath him.

All he felt was an uncontrollable hate for everyone he could think of.

And when the dust in the corner was a gigantic wolf with long pitch black fur and muscles even more striking than Pauli's or his own he was staring into a pair of raging eyes in the color of blood Angelo Lopez wanted to transform. He could feel the muscles in his back contract and his eyes dilate. He breathed harder and hold onto the needle in his trembling hand so hard it bored into his hand. He wanted to sink his teeth into the sterile skin of the young woman underneath him and taste her steaming blood. The thing growled and it was so aggressive and frightening if Angelo hadn't been hypnotized by those mesmerizing and cruel eyes he would have been scared.

Drool was dripping from its enormous teeth when it made the most horrifying grimace Angelo had ever seen in his life.

"Oh my God Dr. Lopez you are bleeding!" suddenly cried the nurse next to him and panicked he broke the gaze with the wolf and looked at his hand.

The needle stuck halfway in the insight of his hand and blood was quickly dribbling out of the wound.

Instantly he took a step backwards so the blood wouldn't land on the patient and even if he was almost finished with the stitches the wound could still infect.

"Is everything okay Dr. Lopez? You look very pale?" One of his assistants asked with furrowed brows. He worked with Dr. Lopez for five years now and he had never witnessed him messing up an operation. He always fought until there was nothing to do anymore. The trembling pale man with the bleeding hand was not the man he normally worked with.

"Yes, everything is okay. It's just a cramp. Dr. Cole, please finish the stitches."

Without another word the doctor left the room.

Before Robert Cole finished the work he noticed how the older man turned around and with fearful eyes stared in a dark corner of the surgery room where the waste bags for the biohazard waste were kept. Cole squinted his eyes but saw nothing in the undefined shadows.

He shook his head and started to finish the stitches on the woman's upper arm.

His mind had completely shut down as he wandered around the hospital threw the needle away, disinfected the wound and used three stitches to seal it then he put a clean bandage around it. It took an hour for Dr. Angelo Lopez to calm down again. In that hour he could do nothing but sit on a chair and stare at the opposite wall. Slowly the coldness that took his heart prisoner faded away and despite his shocked state he remembered his wife and children and also registered the daily hospital noises again.

He didn't want to believe what he had seen.

He wished it was only a bad dream.

But as he had turned around one last time to make sure the beast was gone his eyes had winded in shock and horror.

The dust wasn't black anymore. Now it was a rich chocolate brown and the last thing he saw before the shadows took over where the calming brown eyes of his daughter.

The rest of the day Angelo had operated like a maniac so he could avoid thinking about the morning. He had talked to his crying wife on the phone and calmed her down. He had also talked to Judy Fabray and his fears were confirmed. He didn't talk to his elder Shelby Corcoran. He wasn't sure he could control his anger. He would accuse her and he would be right but he couldn't do it. Since the ritual Angelo, Shelby and Benjamin Puckerman knew about the specialty in their pack. But the elder had turned their pleas and arguments down by pointing out what happened in the past. The things from the past were bad but what almost happened that morning was almost equally awful. He felt like his elder had betrayed him and he wouldn't be able to hide this feeling if he talked to her now.

After work Angelo drove home and found his crying wife in the living room. When she heard him enter she had jumped up from the couch and threw herself in his arms. He guided his sobbing wife back to where she came from and hold her. They didn't need words.

They both had seen the wolf and even if they tried to deny it now it was unmistakable and both adults knew it. The girls had to be told. They needed to be told. If it was a gift or a curse lay in the hands of the girls and neither Angelo nor Maria could predict what would happen. Their daughter was strong and Angelo had seen Brittany being so passionate and protective with his daughter that he knew she was, too.

But in the end anything could happen.

Eventually Maria's sobs had died down and with fearful, red eyes she looked at her husband:

"Why? Why them? Why our daughter, Angelo?"

Her voice trembled.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her hair that smelled like Jasmine.

"They have the strongest connection…" since three hundred years, he added mentally.

"That's why they were chosen." He said in a calm voice.

"For what?"

"Nobody knows that…"

They sat in silence again. Each of them thinking about the mates three hundred years ago.

Their names had been Èsaie a variance from the prophet Jesaja and Janique the French version for Johanna. They had lived in Paris when 1789 the revolution began with fires in the streets that dissatisfied farmers and Protestants had ignited. The mates were young and most of all Èsaie was abounding with power. In fall the same year a march of thousand people pulled to the castle of their king Louis XVI in Versailles and between old man that wore nothing than rags and used a pitchfork as their weapon, deserters with the blue military uniform and heavy musketeers and screaming women marched Èsaie and Janique full of anger towards their regent. Their blood made them immune to the soldiers' bullets or their swords.

They were strong and powerful and their friends adored them for they had protected them countless times. They didn't have a pack and thought they were the only wolves living on earth. They didn't change often because in the times of the revolution everything was killed that wasn't part of it. But sometimes when they were fighting in the streets the smell of blood and their inner urges got stronger and they made them wild and brutal.

After one particular hard fight in summer 1791 shortly after the king fled the country and a massacre happened in Paris Janique had found her husband in an empty house.

His head was buried in the abdomen of a dead woman and blood stained his beautiful black fur. His eyes flashed lunatic and they weren't they eyes Janique had fallen in love with. They were red and bottomless like hell.

Two more years the mates fought for what they believed in.

Èsaie's outbursts became more frequently and brutal and Janique got scared of him. But she could never leave him. When they fought in Germany Janique heard the voice for the first time. She thought God would speak to her but it was a female voice and so she thought it was the holy Johanna from Orleans or Jeanne D'Arc how the French called her.

Often Janique lost her husband in the battles and when he came back to her his body was covered in blood his eyes looked dull and he was naked.

But Janique was a faithful woman and listened whenever the sweet voice in her head spoke to hear.

After a while the voice taught her how to calm her husband down and keep him from turning when it was dangerous and from eating corpses. Soon they loved each other again like on the first day they met.

But in the year of the lord 1793 things should change.

In a war with Great Britain Èsaie had been wounded by a sword made of silver. Both were very surprised when the wound didn't heal like it would normally do and soon they had to find a doctor.

They searched long and hard but eventually they found and old English man. In their naivety they told how their wounds would heal after one day no matter how bad it had been and what changed this time. Both were very surprised when they saw another wolf for the first time.

William Danton returned with the mates to France.

He was fast to learn French and after the trio thought long and hard about a good story William Danton became Jean Danton and they pronounced his surname differently.

But it was also the year where the powerful Sans-culotte and Maximilien de Robespierre drowned France in their terror.

For the three wolves it was a time of fear and every third day they changed the place where they slept in the night.

One day they passed a destroyed and left behind cloister. In the ash of what was left of the library Janique found a book.

It looked very old and fragile and it was written in Latin.

Janique spoke a little Latin from her time when she was a child and went to a cloister school. Jean or better William too because he studied medicine.

They stayed in the cloister for four days and every night Janique and William would read from the book.

It was a book about werewolves.

It contained their history.

Every night the trio discovered more secrets but in the third night Janique and Èsaie learned the truth about the voices in their heads and Èsaie's outbursts and Janique's talent to calm him. In the fourth night they buried the book under the library in a nice and precious box they had found in one of the monks rooms. It had contained dirty pictures from men and women making love to each other. Janique burned them but Èsaie and William kept a hand full and rescued them from the morals of a cursed woman.

Not one week later the mates began to change. Sometimes they would day dream and behave like they weren't surrounded by war and terror. On other days they would be aggressive and argue often.

Five days after they had left the cloister ruin Èsaie had hit his wife so hard she was bleeding then he had been gone until the morning and returned with a body covered in blood and when he smiled at them William had to vomit because the man's teeth had been red with blood.

Seven days after they had left the book behind William and Janique heard a wolf howling in the night.

Èsaie's roll had been empty.

On the third day of the second week the mates called each other by the names from the book and when William awoke one night from a deep growling next to him and a wet muzzle close to his face he didn't stay a night longer.

He went back to the cloister as fast as he could and wrote down what had happened to his friends then he buried the book again.

The next night the mates had found him and he was no match for them before they tore him to pieces.

Another three weeks later they were back in Paris and danced around the streets that were rivers of blood. They had lost their mind and laughed and giggled like lunatics when they snapped a man's head off or ate a woman's liver. They didn't even need to change their appearances anymore.

But once Robespierre's soldiers cleaned the streets and killed everyone who could still breathe.

When they saw two persons sitting in the middle of the road singing and clapping their hands they didn't register the dried blood on their bodies, the filth in their long hair or the madness in their eyes.

They shot.

They shot so long until the two bodies didn't move anymore and they shouldn't move ever again.

Angelo had finished retelling himself the awful history of the last two chosen ones the moment the next chosen ones entered the living room and were just as much in love as Èsaie and Janique three hundred years ago when they imprinted on each other.

Now he was lying in bed, wide awake and couldn't sleep. Maria had cried herself to sleep, facing away from him. He had talked long with her and explained in a sharp tone that she should be stronger and have faith in their daughter and her mate. She was never allowed to behave like that again because this was Santana. Their daughter. And she should dare to forget that and only see the black fur of another wolf on their child.

The time and the place and the world were different.

Santana and Brittany were different.

Things didn't need to happen like in the past.

But now Angelo Lopez lay in bed, listened to his wife's breathing and asked himself:

"What if?"

"Are you kidding me?" Santana snapped the moment the true meaning of those two names reached her spinning mind.

"You are not talking about THE Adam and THE Eve, right?" Quinn asked as she wanted to make sure her mother didn't go nuts.

Judy Fabray looked into the twisted faces of the teenagers in front of her and shook her head to hide the smirk that had formed on her face:

"If you mean the first man and woman that were created by God or at least that's what the bible wants us to believe then no. I'm not talking about those two."

"Mom!" Quinn whined and couldn't believe that her mother would joke around at times like these.

Rachel was too tired to care and Santana so annoyed she asked herself what this evening had in store for her except for painful thoughts and a lecture in history. She grumbled incoherent words and didn't even notice how her gaze settled on her mate yet another time.

Brittany's normally soft features were sharpened by the shadows dancing across them. Her eyes looked like the sea right before small, calm waves would morph into several yards high walls of water that buried every ship and every man underneath them. As Santana stared at those bottomless pools it was like she could hear a storm howling and the unnatural roaring of the sea.

Almost like the water came to live.

In the short time the Latina knew her girlfriend she rarely had seen this serious side of her. And when Brittany was serious with Santana her eyes were soft and open like the sky and contained so much love it overwhelmed the small brunette every time.

To her surprise Brittany smiled a bitter smile and for a second her hold on Santana tightened.

Slowly Santana stroked pale knuckles with her thumb while she tried to understand the mess of feelings her mate shared with her. The Latina closed her eyes and put her head over Brittany's chest again.

In a steady, slow rhythm Brittany's heart pumped blood through her body and with every strong beat Santana could feel a different emotion coming from her mate.

Boom…boom boom.

Nervousness.

Boom…boom boom.

Excitement.

Boom…boom boom.

Fear.

Boom…boom boom.

Love.

Santana had forgotten where she was, what she was about to be told and how miserable her day had been so far. It was like the contraction of Brittany's heart muscle didn't only pumped blood but also Brittany's unconditional love for her mate straight into Santana's own battered one. The feeling hit Santana like a bolt and her breath caught in her throat when it spread through her body like a wildfire and made her feel warm and fuzzy and protected and even some happiness returned to her.

The Latina couldn't hold back when the smallest smile formed on her face.

"I love you."

Instantly Brittany turned her head when Santana's voice echoed in her head.

She had to because the voice had barely been a whisper and for a second the Dutch was sure she had imagined it.

When her now sky-blue eyes looked into her mate's she knew she had heard right. Santana was looking at her with a tiny, content smile. Her lips barely had moved from when they were a straight line and Brittany still saw it and her eyes…oh her eyes.

Their color was almost like ebony and through half lidded eyelids they thanked Brittany, they adored Brittany and they loved Brittany.

"I love you too." Brittany husked back.

"Hey lovebirds you can concentrate again?"

Like always it was Rachel's voice that interrupted them.

Sitting closer than before if that was even possible the girls nodded with content smiles.

Whatever terrible things the older Fabray would tell them they would push through all of them as long as they had each other.

Not even Rachel could destroy the simple happiness that coated the two girls now.

"If you're not talking about Adam and Eve that got kicked out of paradise then who were they?"

Brittany eventually asked.

"Good question, Brittany. The Adam and Eve who are interesting for us lived around 500 B.C. around the time when Etruscan kings had to leave their thrones and the Greek culture began to develop."

Judy opened a page in another book that showed a map from the Orient. Countries like Turkey, Libya, and Syria and further in the east the Iraq and the Iran. Their borders weren't the ones from today and the names were the ones from long buried and forgotten kingdoms. A date in a corner revealed the map was from 446 B.C.

"Adam and Eve lived in a blossoming town in Mesopotamia. For most of their lives they were simple farmers but when wild and uncivilized tribes from the desert looted their hometown and left burning houses, slaughtered man and raped women those two knew they had something to do. And this is their story."

With this said Judy carefully took hold of the ancient book in front of her took a deep breath and began to read the faded Latin words that would tell the story of the first two werewolves.

"Today is the fifteenth day of the month Thargelion in the twentieth third year of office of the great king Hiram. On a beautiful Greek summer day I saw a foreign looking man praying in front of Hermes altar in the temple. He must come from a place far, far away and journeyed long and wide. His shoes, once from the finest leather looked used and like they defied water and sand and snow. In some places the leather was fragile and cracked. His hair was curly and long and his shirt stained with dust. His skin had been burned by the merciless sun several times and now it reminds me of old parchment. But in his deep brown eyes that stared into the lovely face of Hermes I saw a young and rebellious soul.

I took a jug of fresh water and when he finished his prayer I stood beside him and offered him the cold refreshment:

"You've come along way my friend. Drink some water it'll give you back your strength." I said in a calm voice and I hoped with a reassuring smile.

The man's beautiful eyes glinted in the light of the setting sun and for a moment the thin lips, behind his splendid beard that covered most of his sharp jaw and chin, twisted into a scowl.

He looked into my blue ones and I could feel he was searching for the reason of my kindness.

I shook the jug and said:

"Take it! It's good for you!"

The next moment he ripped the jug out of my hands and downed it in one big gulp. When he was finished and pushed it back into my hands and with a deep and melodious voice he began to speak:

"Thank you, boy. I was so thirsty I thought my mother was standing behind me and lectured me for my prayers."

I gave him a small smile and adored his massive upper arm muscles.

Then I registered he was without weapons. Maybe they were in the tavern where he rested before he came to the temple.

"What is a man doing so far away from home?" I asked him with true curiosity.

Tired eyes stared into the sun's last beams as he answered:

"My wife is very ill and I'm here because where I come from the people say Greek has the best doctors."

I nodded because it was true.

"I'm sorry for your wife. Where is she? Maybe I can help her."

But the man shook his head.

"Her illness is not for a boy from a temple."

Then he squinted his eyes and studied my face.

"You are no doctor, right? How could you be you are way too young."

"My age tells you nothing about my abilities. My teacher told everything I need to know about a human's suffering." I countered without arrogance.

"If your master is that great, why you don't take me to him?" he asked estimating.

Inwardly I had to smile. This man was intelligent and wanted a proof that I was worthy enough to come with him.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. My master Ravi died four months ago. I can only show you his grave."

"What did he die from?"

I answered so fast that he could be sure I wasn't making it up:

"Master Ravi died from bad juices in his lungs. The juices corroded his flesh and stole his breath. In the end he drowned in his own blood."

Without looking disgusted the foreigner responded:

"I'm sorry for your loss."

I thanked him with a nod.

Suddenly he stood up and his incredible height startled me.

Then he looked me straight in the eye:

"One last question, boy. If you're a doctor why are you working in a temple?"

Effortlessly I hold his gaze and said:

"Master Ravi was a very wise man. He said I only was allowed to leave him if I knew everything he could teach me and more. When I could present him an aspect about medicine he didn't knew of he would release me into the world. He died before he decided I was mature enough."

"Did you find an aspect he didn't know of?" he asked with sparkling eyes.

"Yes." I would never be able to share my new methods with master Ravi but I am sure he didn't know of them.

"I found an herb that cures fever when you make a tea out of them. It also helps with problems with the stomach and infects in the throat.

He smiled and showed pearl white teeth without any malice:

"You have to take a lot of them with you when you accompany me, archiatros. Your food isn't good for my health."

He called me doctor and I felt a new commotion rising in my chest when I asked breathlessly:

"Where are we going?"

"Turkey. You have three days to arrange all your matters. The journey will be long and who knows if you ever return. I hope you neither have a wife nor a whore to come home too."

Then he turned around and left me standing shivering with excitement in the twilight.

I neither had a wife nor a whore that was worthy to return to. I only had a little house I sold for a good price, my parchments and herbs and surgery tools. From the money of the house I bought proper ropes for such a long journey, bread and cheese and for the beginning some fruits and soft meat from young calves.

As the sun kissed the earth awake on the third day I stood in front of the forlorn temple with my trusted donkey Astus. In one or two hours the sun would be so high that it climbed the steps of the temple and would awake the sleeping guard. Then I would be doomed because if one once worked in a temple he would work there till he died. You never turned your back on them unless you wanted to die.

I didn't want to die but my heart was full of longing for something bigger than being the servant of Hermes. I wanted to see what was behind the high walls of my hometown and beyond the field and beyond the ocean. This was my only chance to escape the prison of the temple and if it got me killed then so be it.

As the sun climbed higher and reached the first step of the temple I got nervous. The foreigner was nowhere to be seen. What if he never came? I didn't even know his name. More to calm myself then the donkey I softly patted his long nose.

"He will come…and he will take you with him." I mumbled.

The twilight slowly faded away as the sun was so high it exceeded the small houses on the opposite of the temple. Crestfallen I looked across the vacant plaza. Then in a small alley I saw a shadow move. It could have been a curtain but then it moved again and there was no wind to move a piece of cloth.

Suddenly the foreigner stepped into the light and with long powerful strikes came to me. While he crossed the plaza I had time to study his new appearance.

He had cut his beard and his hair a bit. It was still wet from the water he had showered with. He had traded his raggedly clothes for a nice, loose grey shirt made of rough linen. His trousers were made of the same material but black. He fixed his boots but still wore no weapons and I suddenly thought who was going to protect us on the dangerous streets of Turkey?

I was surprised when I saw he didn't have a donkey or a horse with him to carry his belongings. Instead I recognized the most enormous bag on his back and two smaller ones around his waist.

How was he going to march the three exhausting days until we reached Athens and would go on board of a ship that would sail across the Mediterranean Sea?

"You're here. Boy." The foreigner stated as soon as he reached me.

"And so are you." I answered.

Suddenly he holds out his massive calloused hand:

"I somehow forgot it the first time we saw. My name is Adem and my wife is called Evi."

He took hold of my fine hand as I said:

"My name is Mark Antonius."

We needed three days to reach Athens and another day to find a ship that would bring us to Turkey.

Adem was a quiet man and as we rode through the gentle hills towards our destiny he rarely spoke. Today I know how he managed it but back then I didn't know how he was able to carry all his belongings through the burning heat of the days. He always walked in a steady pace that was neither too fast nor too slow. In the nights we slept under old and connoted olive trees because he said in Greek the streets were much safer than in Turkey and we needed our money for the taverns and pubs there.

He used a simple roll made of sheep wool to sleep on while I brought two furs to sleep on and one I could use like a blanket. The nearer we came to the sea the chillier the nights got. It was summer but most of all in the mountains the wind could be strong.

In the first night we camped on a deserted field and when I dismounted Astus and released him from the weight of the saddle and bags that contained the food and my other belongings I registered that Adem was nowhere to be seen.

Only his roll and backpack lay abandoned in the grass. I shrugged. Maybe he needed to piss. While Astus searched for grass that wasn't burned by the sun I collected fire wood from the broken off or fallen down branches from the olive trees. It took my fellow longer to return than he would need to release his bladder and I got a little worried. Things began to move and cry in the night and I was fast to ignite a fire.

As the flames rose high and crackled Adem returned.

I only registered it because he dropped a dead goat in front of his side of the fire.

My eyes widened when I saw the ragged throat. The head only was connected by a few strings with the body and I could see the goat's spine and I could look down his trachea or windpipe.

"What happened to the poor animal?" I asked while the other man cut off its skin and took out its guts.

"I found it like this underneath a rock. The bastard must have fallen down and broke its neck."

I clearly saw that the goat didn't just fall down a rock but I didn't say anything.

I was too hungry.

An hour later we ate delicious goat rips and breast. The animal had been young so its meat was soft and didn't taste like an old ram. We spiced it with wild herbs and over the fire I fried thick slices of bread with cheese.

Since that night the first thing Adem would do whenever we settled down for the night was to vanish and return roughly an hour later with something to eat. It was either goat or sheep when we were near a river or the coast it was usually fish. On rare occasions it was pig or chicken.

Every night the foreigner ate like he didn't eat in days.

In Athens we found a rich trader that would return to Turkey. I was surprised when Adem spoke the different language fluidly and soon all three of us owned a little spot on deck between pouches full of wheat and barrels with luscious black and green olives. We only had to pay half the price because during the day I would check on the crew and Adem would help with anything necessary.

In the nights we often sat together and shared a bottle of a clear, sharp liquid made of anis.

In those nights he would tell me his story.

Three days after we left Athens I asked him about Evi, his wife and the illness she was suffering from. Adem looked indignant but he told me nonetheless.

He lived in a blossoming country further in the south-east of Turkey. His father was a simple man but they weren't poor because he owned land. He never met his mother because his birth had been so difficult she died from it. He met his later wife Evi when they were ten years old and instantly he had fallen for her magnificent blue eyes and her strong-minded and proud nature. Her father was a trader and they passed his hometown with a caravan.

Adem had been very happy when the family settled down and started to trade goods with other cities but also with tribes from the desert. The fathers became good friends fast and when their children came of age there was nothing that spoke against a marriage. Adem's father died when he was 23 and Evi's father four years later.

After a respectable amount of grieve the two lived happy in the house Adem had been born in.

But one night warriors came like shadows from the desert and destroyed everything and everyone who was in their way. They searched for supplies for their people because in the desert grew nothing and it was a year without rain so the oases didn't provide enough food either.

When three grim men hidden behind black masks and turbans closed in on Adem's land he was brave and defended his wife, his home and his life.

In the morning many men were dead and fields and homes were burned and ruined.

But Adem and Evi were safe and soon the people moved on and rebuild their houses and planted new crop on the fields.

But roughly three months later the men had returned and were even more brutal than before. They raged like wild animals in the small town but also this time Adem was able to protect what he loved.

Eventually after the town had been raided for the third time in one year Adem had enough of it and complained to his governor about the situation. The governor was an old scared man but he listened to the smart, young man.

When the tribe returned the next time the people were prepared and organized and fought back. The leader swore revenge on the poor farmers after he and his man left the town with only half as many supplies as the times before.

After they buried their friends and neighbors the people counseled how they could get rid of the tribe once and for all.

They invented new tactics and wanted to build a new wall that would protect them and produce more, real weapons. But all those things needed much time and who knew if they had it before the tribe would return and continue their horrifying raid.

As every man in the small common room was deep in thought an old and wrinkled and tiny woman in the back of the room raised her rough voice. Age had shrunk her body back to the height of a child and for Adem it was confusing and amusing at the same time to hear her speak with such a wise and calm voice.

"I know of someone who might be able to help us."

"Who is that?" a burly butcher asked.

"People say there is a witch in the desert." She whispered.

All the man in the stuffed room started to roar with laughter. The tiny woman didn't flinch or grimaced. Instead her calm eyes searched the crowd for a man that was worthy enough to be sent into the desert.

"My friends!"

Suddenly someone shouted and the woman halted her search.

"My friends! This is not the time to laugh about a woman's mindless chatter. We are too weak and have too much to lose to be distracted. I thought what if we had archers that could attack those savages from afar?"

"How many men in this room know how to use bow and arrow? Who is going to train them? Who will build their bows?"

Another man asked and soon the air was filled with angry voices again.

As the woman tore her eyes away from the argument and continued to search a worthy man she saw a simple leather belt and rough white wool in front of her.

This time she grimaced and already wanted to raise her voice to make the idiot step out of her line of vision but as she looked at him his brown eyes sparkled with the right amount of intelligence and a decent part of bravery.

"Where does the witch live?" he asked with a pleasant voice.

The old woman holds back a toothless smirk but before she could answer an anorexic looking boy with matted brown hair barked:

"Why are you listening to that old hag? I bet her brain is mushy since a good couple of years and today is the day where she remembered how to talk."

The woman flashed her eyes at him but for him she was like air.

Inwardly she was seething.

This was the type of men that would ruin a town in a situation like this and either hide in their cellar or run for their lives.

In a calm voice the other man answered:

"You heard what Ali said. We have to protect our wives and children and we need anything and anyone that can help us. And if that is a witch I'm ready to give it a try."

The other man shook his head like the other one was a child that did something wrong because it didn't know better:

"You're a fool. Don't you know the desert? The only thing you find there is death!"

The first man smiled a knowing smile:

"If there doesn't happen a wonder and an army falls from the sky and fights for us I'll find death here as well."

The thin man looked sore and said nothing else before he turned around and participated stridently in the discussion about archers.

"What's your name my lord?" she asked with silken words. He was no lord anyone could see that but

If she wanted to live until the end of the year she needed him.

His cheeks turned a little pink as he answered:

"I'm only a simple farmer. My name is Adem."

"Well, well Adem. The witch lives three days from here on the border of the desert where the

Mountains begin to rise. It's said she lives in a cave. You have to ride two days through the desert

Before you reach it."

This time the old woman grinned and showed what was left of her teeth.

"Will she be able to help us?" Adem asked with hope.

"Who knows?" the woman countered with glistening eyes.

On the next day a small group of people had gathered outside the town. Adem was sitting on his

Reddish-brown stallion with a bag full of supplies behind him. Man with unsure and angry faces stood

Around him and told him it was madness.

"You are going to kill yourself! What if you don't find the way and you're short on water?" one giant

but thin man said.

"What if there is no witch? We need you here as a warrior!" a small, fat baker shouted.

"What if she wants your soul, or your first born?" a pale woman asked.

"Please calm down, my friends. I have enough supplies for a week, nothing will harm me and I'll

return with help!" Adem said in a soft but firm voice. He didn't answered the woman's question

because he had been too scared to think about what a witch could demand for her help. But he was determined to help his town so he stowed those thoughts deep in his mind and didn't thought about them anymore.

Suddenly the small group craned their necks when a beautiful white horse appeared at the town's gate.

"This is the proof that you're crazy! How can you allow your wife to come with you?" an enraged man with brutal eyes and a thick beard shouted when Evi reached the group.

Here I had to interrupt my friend.

"You took your wife with you into the desert?" I asked him with raised eyebrows.

Adem chuckled:

"She's a strong woman and didn't want to be left behind. She dared to say if I leave without her she will die from loneliness."

I nodded and prepared to listen to more of his story but he shook his head:

"Another time."

Adem didn't spoke to me for six days and I thought I made him angry.

When we lay at anchor in a small bay to hide from pirates in the night he came to me with only a half full bottle that contained the strong liquid.

I smelled the heavy alcohol on him when he slumped down beside me.

"I'm sorry…I never told this another human before. I needed some time to think about how I explain this to you…" he slurred.

"I'll listen to whatever you have to say." I reassured him and it was hard to hold back my excitement.

What happened in the desert?

"Do you believe in magic, boy?" he suddenly asked.

I was a little taken aback but answered him truthfully.

"I believe that the Gods are almighty and that sometimes they give a human a tiny piece of their power as a gift."

After taking another swig he grinned at me:

"That's good boy. Because I can't show you the results of magic on this midget boat."

Now and then he would drink from the bottle but he was able to continue with his story.

He left out the part when he and Evi had to cross the desert. I didn't ask for it because in my years in the temple I heard many horrifying stories from men that died from thirst and before they had completely lost their mind and imagined the purest virgins, their lost comrades or oases.

After three exhausting days the two reached the Kashka Mountains. Earlier travelers had build small and dangerous paths to cross them but as the sun shed the rest of her warm light and the cold of the need began to creep up on Adem and Evi they rode along the foot of the mountains and searched the cave the old woman had described Adem.

They had to ride until the starts shone bright in the sky and they both were shivering until they saw light in the distance. They spurred their horses on and soon they reached a small opening in the steep rocks. Adem wasn't sure if the path they found was made by human or nature but after they took the saddles and supplies of their horses, gave them water and bund them to a puny shrub they followed the dancing light further into the stone.

They only walked for a couple of moments until the rock opened up into a large cave. Adem counted three smaller caves that lead off the big one and in the back he saw that the path continued.

In the large room stood only a few things. A shaky table with a candle on it. Several bookshelves and shelves that contained cans, small pouches, bowls and flasks with mysterious contents.

In the middle of the cave burned a small fire with a big pot upon it. The smoke rose through a natural opening in the ceiling into the night sky. For a second Adem thought in the pot must have been a magical potion but then he registered the luscious smell of a stew and his mouth watered.

To get rid of the cold Adem and Evi gathered around the fire when suddenly a person emerged from the shadows.

Evi was so frightened she took a step backwards but Adem looked into the most incredible green eyes he had ever seen and stood his ground. In the dancing light of the fire they sparkled like emeralds.

Mute Adam and the witch looked each other up and down.

She had shining white hair but skin as young and flawless like a virgin's one. She had harmonious facial features, full pale lips and a long but fine nose. Her eyes spoke from her wisdom.

She wore a thick, long dress made of animal furs and a jacket made of the same. On her ample chest lay a pendant that showed the different moon phases. In her hair she had colorful beans.

"Why do you invade my home strangers?" she asked in a high but demanding voice.

Adem gulped before he was able to answer, while he spoke he felt Evi's hand curl painfully around his arm:

"We come from a small town in the west of this land. Our home has been raided by the tribes of the desert many times this year. When the people counseled how to help themselves a woman spoke up and said in the desert lived a witch. Are you that witch?"

He was ashamed of how much his voice trembled.

"Why do you believe in such nonsense as magic?" she asked proudly.

"We are poor farmers and magic is our only hope." Adem responded.

Suddenly all the lights went out in the cave and a canon of thousand voices echoed from the walls:

"And what can a poor farmer offer in exchange for my help?"

By now Adem's whole body was shivering and Evi's hand grabbed his arm so hard he was sure she was drawing blood with her nails.

"We only have our lives to offer." He whispered to the darkness.

The next second the lights in the cave shed their light again. For the first time the young farmer

registered that many lights were small drops of fire flying in the darkness. They looked like demons

tears to Adem. Then he looked at the witch again.

He had to admit that she was a beautiful woman but her powers frightened him too much to imagine

her without clothes. He never betrayed Evi but in these magnificent green eyes under welled, slim

eyebrows lay something that intrigued and fascinated him but at the same time it was repulsive.

Out of nowhere the witch started to smile a breathtaking smile and her eyes bored into Adem's

brown ones.

"A life is worth a lot when the soul is pure. For two pure souls I'll give you everything you ever

dreamed off. A palace full of gold and slaves and only the finest goods. I can make you so rich

you can bath in all your money. What are you called?"

Adem's head began to spin when he heard what the witch could do for them. But he was an honest

man, shook his head and wished for something that would help his village:

"My name is Adem and this is my wife Evi." He said while he pried his wife's hand from his arm and

took it into his own.

He was surprised when the witch gave his wife a cold stare and whispered in an ancient language

that made his skin prickle:

"Adam and Eve. Please be my guests."

The rest of the night the three spent in an almost comfortable silence. The witch didn't seem to be

Interested in their whereabouts or the raids their town had to suffer from. Adem and Evi felt too

humble to speak with the mighty woman.

The path that had led the two travelers to their destiny ended deep in the mountain in front of a

natural sweet water lake. The witch had summoned one of her fire-tears and had led the way:

"You two smell worse than a drunken bastard that fell into his horse's excrements. Take your time

and enjoy the fresh water."

Then she left them alone with a couple of dancing flames.

Adem was the first to shed his clothes and he almost moaned when the water enveloped him and he

could scrub off the dust and the dirt from the desert. The cold was like balm for his burned skin.

When he turned around he noticed his wife was still standing at the shore with crossed arms and a

scowl on her beautiful face.

"What is it, Evi? Why don't you come in, the water is wonderful." He said with joy.

His wife's expression got even darker when she answered:

"I don't want her to see my body. She's a witch who knows what kind of magic she can use to spy on

us or maybe she jinxed the water."

Adem was surprised to hear his wife speak like that so he emerged from the water until he stood in

front of her.

"You are the most beautiful woman I know. So what if she watches? She'll only turn green because

she envies you so much."

While he said that he carefully took off her clothes and when she was standing naked in front of him

his hands began to roam well known paths.

Soon they were kissing and the remains of her resistance crumbled away.

After the bath and the lovemaking the two returned to the witch that currently put bowls with

steaming stew on the shaky table.

"Please sit down. You must be very hungry."

Evi registered how the other woman eyed her husband and she didn't like it. But then she

remembered how he had moved inside her only half an hour ago. And with every powerful thrust she

had screamed his name and loved him more and after the climax they had lay in the water like

corpses because the climax had been so strong.

So inwardly Evi was grinning while she thanked the other woman for the food because she knew her

Husband loved her.

After the food the three sat around the crackling fire and Adem and Evi finally told the witch

everything about the raids but had to admit they didn't know what to do to help the small town.

An army would be too expensive for the town. There wasn't enough space and food for so many

soldiers and they needed something that would protect them for a long a time.

"I will think about something until the morning. I'm sure there is a way to save your home. Tonight

you have to stay here and rest." While the witch said this she looked at Adem with sparkling eyes.

Evi's eyes flashed with hate and jealousy but they needed the witch's help so she kept her mouth shut.

She trusted Adem.

But soon the witch brought a sweet, deep red liquid that left a pleasant sting in their throats and

made their minds foggy. Evi began to feel tired from the food and the wine and soon her eyelids were

dropping but she didn't want to leave her husband alone with the witch.

To her surprise Adem put a strong arm around her shoulder and asked the woman where they could

lay down for the night.

Evi was even more surprised when the witch showed them a small room with a handmade bed from

nice bright wood that was big enough for two people.

"The ground gets very cold in the night so you sleep in this."

Before Evi finally lost the battle against her tired mind she searched for her husband's hand in the

darkness and asked herself what would happen in the morning.

In contrast to Evi, Adem found no sleep. He felt restless and like he was waiting for something to

happen.

It was even worse when he pictured the witch in his mind. Without any clothes and with his wife lying

only inches apart from him he felt himself grow hard.

When he thought he had to get up and release himself with his hand instead of the flesh of a woman

he saw a movement in the darkness. First he thought nothing of it and in his mind he continued to

take his wife from behind and listen to her sweet moans. But then he saw the movement again and

this time a figure appeared in the opening to the larger cave.

When she bent his finger and called him it was like she tucked on an invisible string. He got out of

bed, wearing nothing and his member was straight like a spear and throbbing.

When he reached the door she took his hand and guided him to another small cave. While she walked

backwards her free hand traced the lines of his mouth, his neck, his chest, his abdomen and when

they stood in the witches chamber her soft hands caressed his swollen flesh and he growled.

In the light of small candles his hazed mind registered that she wore a thin blue dress and he could

see her full breasts through the material with her hard nipples.

When she sat down on the large divan and spread her legs he could see her soaked curly center and

his member twitched painfully with anticipation.

This time she called him with her voice:

"Come here, Adem. Come to me."

He followed her voice and he was taking her like the animal he would become soon.

The next morning he woke up in the arms of his wife and only remembered bit and pieces from the

night before. He was disgusted with himself and ashamed of what he did. But until Evi died many,

many years later she never knew what happened in that night.

Also the witch didn't mention the night's activities when Adem and Evi sat at the shaky table again

ate fruits with bread and delicious hard cheese.

Instead her eyes were clouded by something Adem couldn't point out and she said she knew now how

to help the small town.

After the breakfast the trio went to the lake again. The witch stood in front of them and trembling

Adem and Evi stood on her opposite.

"You will help your town." She said in a lofty voice.

"We? We are only two weak humans! How should we win against an army of savages from the

desert?" Adem shouted angrily. They didn't come the long way to be fooled. After what happened in

the night his optimism from the beginning started to crumble and now he felt foolish and naïve.

Suddenly the witches face contorted into an evil grimace and with an unnatural voice she screamed:

"Don't you forget who you asked for help silly humans!"

The next moment she was calm again.

"I can give you powers that allow you to defeat thousands of men with one arm. Decide now Adem.

Do you want to help your village or not?"

With a guilty expression he looked to the ground. That's what he came here for, right?

He took hold of Evi's hand for support before he gulped and answered in a calmer voice:

"Yes! Yes I want to help the village!"

"Very good." The witch smirked.

"I can give you the power of ten men. I can make you strong and fast and your flesh will heal after

one day if it got hurt. Every month when the moon is full you have to eat raw meat to keep strong and

you have to stay away from silver because it's the only thing that can break the spell and makes you

mere humans again. Because the spell is going to change your blood all the children you will

conceive with each other or humans will be like you. That makes sure that also in hundreds of years

your town is safe."

Adem listened and his mind sucked up every word the witch said. It didn't sound that bad. To eat raw

meat wouldn't be pleasant but it was something he would willingly do for such powers.

While he dreamed of all the possibilities that came with the spell Evi stayed rational:

"What do you demand for magic like that?"

The witch smiled and it made Adem shiver. Now she didn't look like the beautiful woman from

yesterday anymore.

"There are only two things."

"Two?" Evi scoffed.

"You are two people, you have two souls so there are two things!" the witch spit.

So Evi fell silent again and they continued to listen.

"The first is that you will be bund to each other. Your love for each other is striking and I never have

seen a love that strong between humans. It will help you to control your powers. One of the few bad

things that come with the spell will be that it gets harder to control your animalistic urges. If you

don't have each other as mates you will lose your human consciousness and end up as nothing more

than animals. But when you're with each other you can be like simple humans. You are

soul mates. I'm sure that's the reason why your love is so strong. They fit perfectly together. Don't

forget that the same conditions will apply to all your descendants. They all have to find their mate or

they will forget to behave like humans."

This sounded scary to Adem and his head swirled with all the information. But he was proud to hear

about the exceptional love he shared with Evi. But then he was even more ashamed because he

remembered what happened in the night. How could he do that when he shared a soul with his wife?

Also it was scary that today he would decide about the destiny of all his children. Could he do that?

What if he decided wrong?

Again it was Evi who asked the necessary questions:

"What is the second thing?"

The power the woman had over her the night before was gone now. Today the young human felt

brave and she hold the cold gaze the witch was giving her.

"The second thing is that you won't die." The witch said in a suddenly emotionless voice.

Both humans were so stunned they couldn't say anything.

They were confused. They never heard of a human that didn't die.

Only the Gods were allowed to live for eternity.

"What do you mean we won't die?" Adem asked carefully.

The witch chuckled and it seemed cruel when one thought about the human's situation.

"One day your bodies will give up on life and rot in a grave. But I'm talking about your soul. After I

worked my magic it will be one at then it's too powerful to let it go. When your bodies are you useless

you have to search for bodies you can share with others of your kind. You have to find strong

descendants that can stand the power of your souls."

"We are never allowed to leave this world?" Evi asked the horror reflecting in her eyes.

"No." the witch simply answered.

Adem and Evi didn't know what to do.

"I give you time until the evening. Then you either will be turned or you have to leave." The witch said

before she left the crestfallen couple.

Eventually Adem found his voice again:

"What are we going to do?"

When yet another time the sun descended behind the high mountains Adem and Evi had made their

decision and met the witch in the big cave where she currently put different herbs in the steaming

pot.

She looked both humans deep in the eye until she knew the answer before the two even opened their

mouths.

She didn't say anything and just looked at them with her emerald eyes.

"We are going to do it." Adem whispered.

He looked unsure and Evi too but she could look into their hearts and saw the truth.

They were ready for it.

The witch didn't asked why they decided to do it. It didn't matter to her.

She put the potion she had mixed for them in two wooden bowls.

"You have to drink this and then shed your clothes."

Evi gave her a hateful look but again the witch didn't bother. The humans had to pay a higher price

than they knew off now and the witch had to concentrate on the spell. The last time she had helped a

human had been fifty years ago. She generally liked both of them and even if she had used the Adem

to satisfy her longing for a man inside her she had no deep feelings for him. Evi was an attractive

too and when she had seen them making love in the lake she had wondered what a woman's

flesh would taste like.

The next time the witch turned around both humans were naked and she adored their features, the

Woman's full breasts and the man's broad chest. Then she noticed their disgusted faces and smiled.

"I know it's awful. But otherwise you would pass out from the pain."

Now the potion started to do its work because soon both of them wore lazy smiles.

The witch took a deep breath, collected her magic and whispered:

"Let's begin."

Evi's mind was spinning and hazy after she drank the potion. A pleasant numbness was spreading

from her stomach through her whole body. She felt like whatever would happen to her now it would

be good. She felt her skin prickle and her blood rushing through her veins.

She didn't understand the ancient sing song of the witch. But she was fascinated by its rhymes and

loftiness and how it seemed that hundreds of people stood behind the witch and chanted with her.

All the lights in the cave had gone out except for one small teardrop that hovered high above their

heads.

Evi thought that she saw shadows dancing in the darkness. Big massive bodies of animals she had

never seen before. But no matter how much she tried to concentrate on them they were fading away

like ghosts before the woman really saw what was moving around her.

All she saw were those eyes.

Those magnificent big eyes that sparkled a second before they vanished too. They were silver like the

moon and golden as the sun. They shone in the colors of autumn and hypnotized one like emeralds or

were as deep as the sea.

Then she heard them whisper in a language older than mankind and they growled softly so that the

hairs on Evi's arms stood up and she shivered.

But she wasn't scared.

Suddenly the witch was standing in front of her. Her almost unnatural green eyes took completely

hold of Evi's soul and by now the pleasant numbness had reached her heart and it was like she didn't

had a care in the world.

The witch's lips didn't move as she stepped even nearer but the chant still continued. If it was in her

head, somewhere in the cave or in another world Evi didn't know it. But it was there and filled the air

until it seemed to vibrate.

Suddenly she felt the witch's hands on her breasts. One part of her wanted to protest and be

disgusted but she was mute and rooted to the spot. Soon she realized that this weren't the hands of a

lover. They didn't caress and they didn't grope, they just lay above Evi's heart so that the fingertips

formed a triangle.

For a second she closed her eyes but when she felt soft lips on her own they snapped open again.

Evi's mind was so shocked she couldn't anything. And even if she wanted to she wouldn't have been

able to because her body didn't obey her anymore. Then she felt the hands apply pressure and

suddenly that tiny part of her consciousness was screaming in terror. Pain like she had never felt it

before was shooting through her body.

But Evi's mouth didn't open to release her terror. Her muscles didn't twitch.

Her body didn't feel the pain.

And suddenly her chest began to glow with a shining bright light.

The light spread over her whole body in swirling lines. Ancient words were carved into her skin.

Symbols only the Gods could understand formed on her pale flesh while her blood fought with

the magic that was induced into Evi's veins.

She felt heat boiling her blood and her body changed. She didn't know what happened. She only felt

the muscles in her back ripple, her eyes dilated and her hands started to shake.

When the pain reached its peak and Evi thought her heart would stop beating the witch broke the

kiss and then everything came crashing down on her.

She felt like her bones would break and she choked and shivered.

As the witch stepped back and looked deep into her eyes, her soul and her heart darkness began to

close up on Evi.

Her legs buckled and before she hit the ground her consciousness had left her.

When Adem awoke the pain he had felt when he lost his consciousness was gone. He felt still groggy

from the potion so when he opened his heavy eyes he didn't believe what he saw.

Instead of the arms he thought he had slept on he saw furry legs with pitch black fur. At their ends

were massive claws.

He closed his eyes again and thought he was dreaming.

But with each passing second he registered the other changes that had happened to his body. It

wasn't human anymore.

He felt way too big for that.

His head felt different and heavier.

As he opened his eyes again he saw he had a muzzle. He was confused and didn't know what

happened to him for a second. Then he remembered the witch and her magic. Groaning he pushed

his body off the ground but the next second he was laying flat again. His legs didn't work like human

legs and he needed a couple of tries before he stood on shaky legs.

When he registered his surroundings he noticed he was on the shore on the lake. Carefully so he

wouldn't stumble with his new, four legs he patted to the clear water.

He was scared and it took a moment before he felt brave enough to watch his reflection in the flat

water.

In the water he saw the reflection of a gigantic wolf and couldn't believe it. He moved his head and

when the reflection did the same he was sure it was actually him.

He had big red eyes that stared back at him a mix of fear and curiosity. He had two pointy ears, a

long muzzle and curly fur that was darker than the shadows around him.

He didn't know how long he said in front of the water and stared in awe at himself when suddenly

a voice sounded in his head:

"Adem?"

It was Evi.

He turned around and saw his wife standing a couple of feet away from him on legs that trembled

as much as his own.

When he fully looked at hear his heart stopped beating and his breath hitched in his throat.

Her fur was longer and finer than his and it shone like the moon in the sky. It was the purest white

he had ever seen in his life.

Her eyes looked a lot like the almond formed eyes she had when she was a human but their color

was not from this world.

It was as bright as ice, as wide as the sky and as deep as the sea.

Her body was smaller than his and slender but he could still see her muscles.

With curiosity she raised her head and looked at him.

Without opening her mouth he could still hear her voice in his head:

"Adam?" she asked carefully.

"Evi." he answered.

"You are awake."

They both turned their heads when they heard the witch.

Adem and Evi didn't had much time to ask themselves what had happened to them or to be scared, or

confused or worried.

For the rest of the night the witch taught them how to shift back between their forms and when they

finally were allowed to go to bed they were too worn out to talk.

Before Adem fell into a deep sleep he recognized a round scar between his woman's breasts. It was

eclipse with the moon being white and the shadows around it being black.

He put a hand on his own chest and felt exactly the same scar. Although he was sure that his moon

was black and the light around it white.

The next half of the day the witch taught her wolves how to use their body properly and after the

heat of the day had died down a bit. She made sure that they knew to stay away from silver and

for lunch they ate their horses. The witch said they wouldn't them anymore and on their way back

they would only be a hindrance.

To both Adem's and Evi's surprise they needed much more food to satisfy their grumbling stomachs

then before.

When they were ready to go they thanked the witch and Adem asked:

"Will we ever see each other again?"

"I hope not." the witch said without sounding mean.

Then she watched how her two wolves vanished into the desert.

"Did you help your town after all this?" I asked after I found my voice again.

Adem grinned at me:

"The people in our town thought we had died in the desert and when the tribes stood in front

of our wall the next time and we went outside they thought we went nuts. When the members

of the tribe saw us they turned their horses around and fled faster than a boy would from his mother

when she wanted to bath him."

"They never returned." he added then in a serious voice.

Today I'm an old man with hair that is almost as white as Evi's fur. Our journey all those years back

went on for three more weeks and in that time Adem told me more about his life but that is part

of another story.

There's only one more thing to be told. We found Evi in a small but clean house and Adem said she

was in the same state in which he left her. His wife didn't look good. She had a high fever and the

part of her body that had been slit by the blade of silver was infected and had turned black. It was

a cut in her upper arm and the veins that wandered away from it had turned black or silver and they

looked like a net that was slowly sucking the life from Evi's body.

Without the attendance of Adem's trusted friends Evi would have died, I'm sure of that. I thought

long and hard about the problem but I saw only one solution to save Evi's life: amputation.

Adem looked aghast when I told him the bad news.

Three days later we took the infected arm off.

Evi never returned to her former beauty or strength. In cold winter the fine silver lines under her skin

would hurt and make her cranky but she was alive.

I never returned to Greek but stayed with Adem and Evi in their small town. I became a rich man

because for decades I was the only doctor in a fifty mile radius.

I never married.

I would never tell it a single souls but I had lost my heart many years ago to a stranger that came

to my temple.

He still looks like the young man from back then while my life slowly but steadily starts to leave my

body.

Adem and Evi have four children that all went into different directions of the sky when they were old

enough to leave the security of their parent's house.

They will spread their parent's blood and their legend in the whole world.

I'm sure of it.

Finally the last words died down in the library.

"Adem and Evi are still alive. They will always be. For thousands of years they searched for the mates

with the strongest connection that would be able to handle their blood."

Judy whispered into the silence.

"Today those mates are you." she added and looked into the faces of Brittany S. Pierce and Santana

Lopez.

It was past midnight when the girls stumbled into Brittany's dark room. After the unbelievable story

Judy had told them they stayed mute for a long time.

Brittany had been the one to break the silence:

"They are living in us?"

Judy nodded.

"You are the hosts they chose."

Santana's mind was too confused and tired to fully comprehend that the soul of a thousand year old

wolf was living inside her. Instead she asked:

"Did they ever choose a gay couple before?"

Suddenly everyone was staring at her.

"What?" she snapped.

Judy coughed:

"Well I heard of hosts in Rome that were gay at the time Julius Caesar reined the country. I'm not

sure they ever chose a lesbian couple before. "

Eventually Santana asked a question that hadn't been answered by the story:

"Why us?"

"Because your love for each other is the strongest." the older blonde answered.

Then Santana dared to ask the one question she feared the most:

"What happened to the last mates?"

"They lived in dangerous times…the story says they lost their minds after they found out what

lived inside them. But that was almost 300 years ago. You two are different. You will learn to

live with them."

Judy explained carefully.

Santana's face turned pale and Brittany's contorted in a mix of emotions. They just hold on to each

other and shared their fear.

"Do you want to see a picture of them?" Judy suddenly asked.

Quinn and Rachel instantly got up from their shared seat.

"I don't want to look…" Santana whispered and clung on Brittany's shirt.

"I want to…I want to know if he looks like you. It's like a male version of you."

Brittany gently smiled and as they both got up Santana had to admit that she wanted to know

how Adem and Evi had looked like.

But if she found too many similarities between them and herself and Brittany it would frighten her.

This night she didn't dare to ask herself how much of them was really Brittany and Santana and how

much was Evi and Adem.

With wide eyes Rachel and Quinn stared at the picture and Brittany's heart beat faster when she

finally settled her eyes on it.

The colors were faded but they still existed. Adem's wild, black locks reminded her of Santana's and

somehow Mark Antonius had managed to capture the fire and passion in Adem's eyes the blonde

had seen so many times burning in Santana's. She noticed his eyes were a lot like Santana's.

Suddenly Brittany heard Santana whisper:

"She has your eyes…"

Then she looked at the picture of Evi and it was like her own eyes stared back at her.

She tore her eyes away and instead looked into Santana's.

"And he has yours."

Before the mates finally were allowed to leave the house Judy told them how they would learn to

live with two ancient wolves living inside them:

"You have to acknowledge them. When you feel them inside don't fight but bond with them.

If you let them they can teach you valuable things and something like this morning will never

happen again. Two mates always control each other. Even the normal ones. But your powers

are different."

Judy also explained why they had to learn how to stay apart. It wasn't only for the touching

connection and to make the pain less but also to learn how to handle the two powerful souls

without each other.

Reluctantly the two girls understood that the schedule might be important for them. But in lonely

nights they would still cry and curse because of it.

Judy made them promise that on the nights they wouldn't spend together the girls would try to

bond with Adem and Evi.

"Normally they don't come forth very often. I'm sure you will be able to live a life like every other

wolf…"

Judy said while the girls slowly made their way to the door.

Rachel and Quinn both hugged them and Santana was happy that at least for now she wasn't treated

differently by her friends. They whispered hushed words that promised everything would be okay

again.

When both Brittany and Santana stood by Angelo Lopez car the Dutch turned around one last time.

Her crystal blue eyes met Judy's as she asked:

"Why was he so angry this morning?"

Santana's heart stopped beating while she waited for the answer. She knew it.

"Because the boy in school hurt you, didn't he?"

Judy answered before she stepped into the house and with a slow thud she closed the door.

Now the girls lay in Brittany's narrow bed, entangled in each other and kissed. The kisses were soft

and full of love. One of Brittany's hands was curled in Santana's locks while the other drew patterns

on her mates bare thigh. Santana clung to Brittany's shirt like her life depended on it. Despite that

Santana's kisses were soft Brittany could feel that her mate wanted to make sure that it was still

Brittany she was kissing.

Carefully the blonde broke the kiss and stared deep into Santana's swirling orbs:

"We are still us, San. We are not them and they are not the reason we imprinted."

she whispered softly.

Santana's face contorted like always before she had to cry. She could feel the tears but she hold

them back:

"I know…" she chocked.

"I know that I fell in love with you the first moment I saw you and not someone else." Santana said

while got lost in Brittany's eyes that looked like the sky again. They always did when she looked at

Santana.

"They are not going to change us…" Brittany said before she tilted her head and captured Santana's

lips in her own again.

Santana grabbed Brittany's neck and pulled her girlfriend towards her until there was no millimeter

left between them. Between heavy kisses Santana said:

"Never…"

No one knew how long the girls lay in each other's arms and shared soft kisses. With every kiss they

shared their feelings with each other. After what they had been told earlier they were scared and

confused but they would stand together and do everything so that they never had to part.

This night they needed to be with each other.

To make sure that nothing would change.

Not them.

Not their life.

Not their love.

TBC