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Vilkas stared down at Lyra in open disbelief, the warrior was chained to the wall, wounded clearly and he felt his stomach twist at the sight of her covered in her own blood. She barely glanced in their direction, but the look on her face made his anger dull slightly.

She may be injured and trapped, but the blazing fury in her eyes, the stark defiance, was exactly what Vilkas wanted to see on her face. His teeth bared in a wicked smile as her eyes moved to the branding iron hovering before her skin…Gwen being held back by him and Farkas began to squirm.

"We have to do something." She hissed to the others. Farkas only frowned softly while looking down at Lyra.

"Jumping in there would be suicide." Vilkas said in a low growl to the mage. Gwen simply glared at him, and for a moment Vilkas remembered that this timid mage could do some damage, even if she didn't seem like it.

"Not if we give a distraction." Gwen said, smirking, before she turned back to look at Aela, "Go to Kodlak and Skjor, if you hear fighting come to us." The huntress nodded before turning and running silently down the tunnel. Vilkas and Farkas stared at her in confusion before turning their eyes back to Lyra in understanding.

"Fire." All three of them said at once. Vilkas smirked.

"It's a Great distraction."

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Lyra leaned her head away as the metal got closer to her face; she flicked her gaze around the room, seeing a flash of silver eyes.

Vilkas.

She looked back to the branding Iron and smirked slightly, there was a loud thud behind the man holding the metal bar and then Lyra heard Gwen.

"Tsk tsk tsk, such sloppy work!" The rod in the man's hand suddenly flared red hot where he held it, he dropped it with a yelp.

The man spun around seeing his comrade's body dead on the ground with a knife in the back of his neck. The one responsible being the tiny elf in front of him, he scowled and yelled out an alarm just as Lyra lifted her legs over his shoulders, her thighs near his head as she gave a sharp twist, snapping his neck.

Her legs fell away as his body slumped to the ground…Gwen rushed forward and Vilkas and Farkas appeared from the shadows looking around alertly, the others in the compound had to have been alerted.

Vilkas turned and moved to snap the chains holding Lyra in place but Gwen gripped his hand sharply.

"It's enchanted silver." She said, her eyes met his evenly and he scowled at her.

"You two have a lot to explain." He snarled. Farkas merely lowered his gaze to the floor, rubbing the back of his neck.

Gwen began chanting softly and soon the chains snapped with a hiss, Lyra fell to the ground only to have Vilkas catch her, she raised her head and met his gaze, their noses nearly touching. Both of their eyes narrowed in unison though they said nothing.

"Can you two have a stare down later?" Gwen demanded her voice uncharacteristically harsh.

Lyra broke his gaze and moved to stand protectively over by Gwen only to stumble, Vilkas snarled something and lifted her, bridal style and nodded to Farkas.

"Let's move." He ground out through his teeth.

"I can walk on my own." Lyra said her eyes glaring a hole into Vilkas's chest.

They moved through the compound silently trying to retrace their steps despite being on a different level now. They got turned around 3 times before Vilkas scowled. "This is hopeless! We passed that broken pillar 3 times now. We are going in circles."

Farkas stiffened, his eyes darting around, Lyra had the same reaction as well, her pointed ears twitching. Vilkas set her down, removing his sword from his back. Farkas pulled Gwen behind them as Lyra struggled to her feet and stood protectively near Gwen once more.

Vilkas glared at her until they all heard a chuckle.

"Guess the wolf is out of the bag now 'ey boys?" Sitting on a large block of stone sat a hulking Nord, larger than Farkas with a sword and shield across his back. People around the room slowly came out from the shadows, their swords gleaming silver.

Lyra tried to get a better view but Vilkas was in her way, both the twins were standing there, stiff as boards as the people approached slowly. The one playing the leader smiled towards Lyra pulling his sword and shield off his back slowly.

"I like her…she's got fire that one...and she knows about you! Two birds with one stone as they say."

Farkas let out a low growl and the man laughed.

"You were suspicious of her weren't you? Do you think this was a mistake? She led you here…followed you around...got information for us as long as we paid up."

Lyra sneered. "That's a lie!" Her eyes flashed angrily hands twitching for her weapons though they were no longer at her hips; she wore torn clothing and was bleeding from multiple cuts.

Vilkas felt betrayal slice through him though a part of him reasoned that this man was a good liar.

"And now she didn't even have to give away your names…You followed her, like the lost pups you are."

The man stood rolling his shoulders and chuckled.

"Skin em." He said to the group of Silver hands around him…and the fight began.

Farkas and Vilkas moved back to back the twins moving with an effortless grace as their swords cut through the ranks of men surrounding them. Gwen held up a barrier around herself and Lyra throughout it all but the twins were losing around, hissing as silver sliced into their skin.

Vilkas roared out in anger and the roar was echoed from one of the tunnels to the right.

A giant werewolf came barreling down the path, it had one blank white eye while the other gleamed gold. Skjor snarled and jumped on the turned backs of the silver hand, Aela came running down the tunnel next in her normal form, her bow raised as she shot down the enemies.

Gwen's eyes widened at the sight of the wolf, though not in disbelief just surprise.

"They came…" She whispered softly but Lyra merely nodded…falling to her knee weakly.

"Lyra? What's wrong?" Gwen stared down at her confused, but snapped to attention as a flying body smacked into her barrier. She scowled…more silver hand were coming in and her magicka was running low.

Lyra gripped her head as if in pain scowling to herself, the screams of death were getting to her, the smell of blood heavy in the air.

Vilkas stumbled from a sharp shove from the man holding the shield, his sword was sent flying and the man's sword sliced into his leg, sending him to his knee with a grunt.

Lyra snapped her eyes wild with fury she stood to her feet and yelled at the companions. "Get down!" Her voice was rough command and all of them felt the sudden urge to obey the wood elf's orders as if her very voice had a power over their instincts.

A second later Gwen ducked as well covering her head as Lyra raised her hands…flames sparking to life in her palms and roaring out at the remaining enemies in an inferno. Their screams only caused her to scowl and shoot more flames at them.

Her thoughts were twisted. All she saw and felt was fire.

When Gwen gripped her arm and demanded that she stopped…the flames died out with a sputtering sound. Lyra trembled…her pupils blown wide. Gwen shook her but Lyra slowly collapsed, her limp body hitting the ground with a large thud.

The companions all stood, staring towards the wood elf that had just unleashed an insane amount of magic. She was a warrior, and yet they had seen with their own eyes what magic she could easily wield just by raising her hands.

The silver hand lie at their feet…Skjor was injured, being held up by Aela and Farkas came over to aid Vilkas before they turned to the two girls…Gwen raised her eyes to theirs, tears streaming down her face.

The fear in her eyes snapped them to attention.

"Poison." Kodlak's voice sounded from the tunnel Skjor and Aela had entered from…The companions all turned their eyes to the companion 'leader.'

"Mas-…" Vilkas began rising to his feet. But Kodlak cut him off with a raised hand turning his calm gaze to Gwen.

"We must return to Jorrvaskr…We will all get the answers we seek when there. And you will need supplies to treat her…" Gwen lowered her head in a nod.

"Thank you…"

Kodlak looked to Vilkas, Gwen moved to heal his injured leg even as he glared at her, she avoided his gaze.

"I want to know how they…"Vilkas cut off with a growl; once he was healed he rose to his full height, eyes narrowed on the small mage.

Gwen hunched her shoulders, the fight was knocked out of her as she moved back to monitor Lyra's vitals. Vilkas slowly let out his breath and moved to pick up the fallen wood elf.

Gwen met his gaze as he did so, and for one so young he saw so many shadow's in those bright wide eyes.

He lifted Lyra without a word as Kodlak spoke.

"We will all get the answers we seek."

Farkas brows were furrowed and Aela spoke.

"She only got dragged into this because of us…we found journal entries, they believed she was one of us, that she was going to join us."

Gwen shook her head.

"Lyra isn't a werewolf, neither am I." Her voice was meek; Skjor in his human form said nothing though his gaze was sharp upon the small mage's face.

"I will explain though…our story…but please…let me heal her first." Gwen said, her voice pleading.

They all nodded and began to gather what valuables they could before leaving in silence, the only words spoken was by Vilkas.

"She can stay in my bed." His voice breached no argument, and only Farkas shot him an odd look, to which Vilkas tightened his grip on the women in his arms.

She still smelt like blood and only the fat that her heart was still beating kept him from turning into a wolf and hunting down every single silver hand left alive.

This emotion she had awoken in him frightened Vilkas. He scowled to himself, staring down at her pale face.

The others paused, managing to recover Lyra's armor from one of the rooms before they finally exited the cave.

Vilkas was still lost in thoughts, fingers curling around Lyra's frame, feeling the lithe muscles beneath his touch, his nostrils flared.

In this moment, he was not sure if he hated her or not.

He did not want to find out.

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