Henry was still in awe that Pan had allowed a girl in Neverland. Pan never did anything without reason. So why was he so shocked every time he saw Dahlia move through the camp? He was even more shocked when she took out Felix when the Lost Boys decided to spar with each other. She took him out with just a staff. Felix hadn't been too happy but he had wiped his mouth and shook her hand all the same.

With his family coming, he started to think about helping Dahlia off the island. They wouldn't have any issues about taking a girl away from this place. He stared at the parchment in his hand. Pan had given it to him when he wasn't sure about staying in the camp, when he wanted to run away. His face was sketched on the thing but he still couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it. His mother was the Savior, not him.

Even though he knew his family was coming for him, he still felt sick every time he closed his eyes. He saw the man and woman Felix had killed the day he arrived. He hadn't seen a dead body before. His family had been really good about keeping the ugly side of things away from him. He knew both of his mothers had killed a person in either self-defense or out of rage, but they'd never let him see the after effects. It haunted him.

He missed home. He missed his bed, his books, his castle, his moms. He missed everyone, even the people he really didn't get along with. He missed his everyday life. The island was nice even if it was a bit cold at night. He spent his nights by the fire staring at it, dreaming of going back, seeing home in the red flames. He hoped his family would show up quickly because he was afraid if they didn't, he would never leave.

There was a rustling behind him. Very slowly he turned. Two golden eyes glowed at him in anger. A growl shook the bush. A wolf padded slowly from it towards him. His breath caught in his throat as he backpedaled off his log, landing hard on his butt. Rocks bit into his hands as he dug them into dirt. The wolf stalked him as he went back towards the fire.

His vision was blocked when someone dropped in front of him. He recognized the long black hair falling in a braid. Dahlia had dropped from the tree. She had taken refuge there after sending Felix careening into a boulder. Obviously she had been watching him and saw the wolf long before it started after him. He heard movement behind him as the Lost Boys became aware of what was going on.

"Tell them not to move," Dahlia said as she lowered her body to the wolf's level.

She heard Henry relay her message. She didn't dare look over her shoulder because the wolf would go for her throat. As it was, he wasn't too happy of being kept from his kill. He was even less thrilled about being stared in the eyes. She watched it closely as she kept one hand on Henry and the other planted in front of her.

Something clicked and she knew the instant the wolf was going to attack. Maybe it was the magic of Neverland. Maybe it was instinct. But at that moment as she watched the muscles bunch, hindquarters gathered to spring, she knew this could go one of two ways. And she was determined to come out on top.

In one fluid motion, she shoved Henry to the side and sprang, meeting the wolf halfway. His jaws snapped inches away from her throat, his claws flying for grip. Locking her arms, she kept him away from her body. She grabbed his front paws and rolled. It was a scrabbling match. In a last ditch effort, she somehow got her arm wrapped around the wolf's throat. Rolling once again, she came up on top of his back. Flattening out, she bit his ear. He yelped and squirmed to get away. She loosened her hold to let him slink out from under her. Breathing heavily, she sat back on her heels and rested her arms on her knees as she looked at the animal.

"Are you done?" she asked like he could understand her. The wolf dropped his ears and tail at her voice. "Oh, come on. I didn't do anything to you. You were the one who attacked the boy. Don't get upset simply because I defended him."

Felix stepped up beside her. "Are you talking to the wolf?"

"Shut up. I didn't see you do anything." She turned her attention to the wild animal. "Don't attack anyone else. You will be killed next time." His reaction was to come to her and lick her in the face. She laughed. "Go lay down."

Miraculously the wolf did what she said. He walked over to the bushes and flopped down with his head inside the camp. She stood up and walked over to Henry. He stared up at her in shock.

"Are you okay?" she asked him as she squatted down in front of him.

"Yeah, I'm good. Your eyes…" He fumbled for something in his pocket. When he retrieved it, he handed to her. She looked at the reflective surface and inhaled sharply. "Something about you brought you to Neverland. Your eyes are wolf gold." His eyes widened. "You're hurt."

Dahlia shrank back as he moved forward. He gently touched her shoulder. His fingers came away stained with blood. They stared at his fingers for a few seconds then looked each other in the eye. Dahlia unlaced her vest and shrugged off the leather. She unbuttoned her shirt far enough that she could see the damage. The wolf had gotten a lucky scratch in even though she had defended herself against him. It was deep and she would be surprised if she didn't lose muscle movement.

Henry looked at the angry red streaks dripping blood steadily. He grabbed the hem of his flannel shirt and ripped a long strip off. He slid closer and reached for her. She shied away for a second as she tied to assess the damage. Henry finally touched her shoulder gently. When she didn't flinch away, he wrapped the red material around the wound.

"How did you do that?" Peter asked. Dahlia turned around to look at him. His mouth fell open as he stared at her. "One of your parents was a werewolf. That's how you're able to feel the magic."

He said it like it was some sort of great revelation. Dahlia looked at Henry for confirmation. She had never seen anyone more in tuned with the stories of their childhood. Henry was still a child so it made sense.

"Red Riding Hood lives in my home," he said. "She is a werewolf. And before you argue that that can't be, these stories and real life are so skewed that we're learning as we go along."

Peter reached forward and gripped her good shoulder. Heat zipped between them but they refused to acknowledge it in front of the others. Peter called out to Barry for the first aid supplies as he maneuvered Dahlia to the fire so he could see. The boy rushed to get it. When he came back, he stared at the mutilated shoulder of his friend.

Dahlia kept her eyes averted as Peter started cleaning the wound. Some of it made sense. If one of her parents was a werewolf, she would be able to sense the magic. From what she read there was some sort of magic involved when human changed from man to beast. If she thought about it even more, it also meant her parents had been hunted. That was how they had been killed. She knew it deep down in her soul.

A sob escaped her as she stared into the fire. Her parents had been killed because they were mythological creatures. She could feel Peter tense as he tended her shoulder. He didn't know what was going on through her mind. It was a good thing because then she would demand if he knew and had t said anything. Something soft nudged its way under her free hand. It was the wolf. He rested his head on her knee.

"Are you all right?" Henry asked.

She nodded as she wiped at her eyes. "Yeah. Sorry. The pain is more than I thought it would be."

"If you wait a couple of minutes, it should heal. You should eat something."

"I'll get it," Barry offered before he ran around the fire. He came back and handed the little box to Dahlia. "Are you going to be okay?"

"She's the daughter of a werewolf, Barry," Peter said as he finished wrapping her shoulder. "Of course she will be."

Henry sat down beside her, careful not to touch the wolf or the girl. "My family is coming for me."

She looked at him as she rolled a berry between her fingers. "What makes you think that?"

"I'm sure you've heard someone mention the savior before." She had. Felix had mentioned it a couple of times in her presence. Both times he hadn't known that she was there. Peter had popped him in the chest both times. "The savior is my mom. She always comes when I need her."

"Must be nice," she muttered.

She hadn't meant him to hear that, but he had. He tilted his head to her. "You don't know your family?"

"No, I know them. I just don't remember much about them. They died when I was ten. I grew up in a group home."

"I've been wondering why the shadow hasn't sent you back yet. Maybe it has something to do with your werewolf magic. Anything is possible if you believe."

"What was on the parchment Peter handed to you?"

Henry wrinkled his nose. "You call him Peter?"

"You call him Pan. It's the same thing. We just use different versions. I use the first name. You use the last. He answers to both of them." She leaned back against the log. "What was it?"

Henry settled in beside her and leaned his head against her good shoulder. "It had my face on it. He said I was going to be the savior of magic, that I was the One True Believer. I don't know even know what that means."

"Trust me. I don't know what me being here means either. I just showed up one day and I haven't left, as you can see."

Across the fire, Peter watched the two prophesies lean against each other and talk. Having both of them together was going to be a hard thing. No doubt Henry had already spilled what he had been given. Dahlia still had no idea what her part to play was. She also didn't know that the secret he was keeping from her wasn't the only one he was keeping. Only Felix knew the other.

He stood, moving to his rock and closer to Felix. The other boy smiled up at him, knowing exactly what he was doing. Lifting the pipe to his mouth, he began to play. As the other boys started dancing around the fire, he noticed that Dahlia and Henry remained where they were. Eyebrows knitting together in confusion and anger, he continued to play in hopes that the girl would move. When she didn't, he dropped his hands, angry that something had suddenly changed. Then the wolf shifted.

"Pack magic is blocking my song," he muttered. "She can't hear it anymore."

Felix turned his head to look at her. The dancing boys had forced the three, wolf included, to vacate their spots. They had retreated away from the fire to the tree line. The wolf flopped down on the ground, a barrier between the two. He was absorbing the magic from the night. The other two were talking and sharing fruit from the box.

"She's going to protect him," he said as he bit into an apple. Peter gritted his teeth, snuffed out a breath, and shook his head all in the same moment. "You're the one who won't let me send her home."

"You don't know how," Peter reminded him.

"I could always find a way. Use your shadow."

"He's got other things to worry about. I told him not to mess with the girl."

"You're putting us all in danger. What if they both find out your little secret? Both secrets? If you don't tell her why she's here and she finds out, you're going to have more than an angry werewolf to contend with. That boy won't trust you like you need."

"You know, sometimes I like talking to you. Other times I just wish you'd shut up."

Felix laughed, not at all offended. Pan lashed out when he was aggravated. "You're just annoyed that your plans, while well thought out, are backfiring. That's what happens when you mix business and pleasure."

"What do you think I should do?"

"Make her trust you. If she trusts you, so will he."

Peter looked at the two again. Dahlia had kicked off her boots and was once again barefoot. Henry was talking her ear off and she seemed to be listening intently. She would say something and the boy would launch into a ten minute long tell. He could tell she was genuinely interested when she leaned her head against her hand.

"How do I make her trust me?" It took him a moment to realize that Felix hadn't said a word in answer. Looking down, he caught the look that his second was giving him. "She won't leave him."

"Make her. Give Henry her cove. Make her stay with you."

"How?"

"Tell her we don't have any more room, that Henry will sleep in her cove. That will make her sleep with you."

He shook his head. "She'll never go for that. She already suspects something."

Felix waved his hand in their direction. Dahlia stood and extended a hand to Henry. He took it and they walked down the path to that led to her cove, the wolf trailing lazily behind them. Felix looked up with the look that said I-Told-You-So. Peter had never wanted to hit someone as much as he had his second.