"Do the thing that you fear the most and the death of fear is certain."

-Mark Twain

Adonica's POV

Seth was surprisingly calm and tolerant. What surprised me the most was that he continued being gentle and friendly towards me. He even invited me to a bonfire!

I said yes of course, I didn't want him to get bored of me.

"Donnie, honey!" My mum chirped as she breezed into the laundry room, fluttering her hands in that way of hers, "Your brother and I are going to the grocery store, you want to come along, baby?"

"Nah, thanks, mum." I smiled up at her, "I have to finish my laundry." I nodded to the pile of clothes.

She sighed, "I always tell you not to let it pile up," she shook her head, "We'll back in an hour or so, alright? Anything comes up, you call me, alright, honey?" She kissed my forehead, "Ta-ta!" she waved as she exited the laundry room.

I folded my clothes when I heard the door open, "And we're gone!" My mum called dramatically before shutting the door. I rolled my eyes.

My mother was probably crazy. I wouldn't be surprised if she was. I always told her so, but she proclaimed her so-called 'insanity' to be 'artistic'. I think they're both the same thing.

I ate a small snack of buttered bread and hot chocolate while I waited for the laundry to finish drying.

I heard a knock at the door as I was folded my newly-dried clothes. "Who could that be?" I wondered aloud as I neared the door, peeking into the peep-hole to see who it was.

It was my father.

I opened the door without a thought. He looked up at me with a small smile gracing his lips, "Me dejas entrar?" (Will you let me enter?) he murmured as he gestured towards the door.

I nodded silently, holding the door wider open for him to enter. "Gracias." (Thanks) he nodded, smiling gratefully as he entered.

"Where's everyone?" he asked, glancing around. "Out." I murmured, my heart drumming against my ribcage.

Something was…off. Wrong.

But I kept loyal to my manners, quietly asking, "Are you hungry?" "No, but a cup of tea would do. Thank you." He murmured, hanging his coat.

I set the kettle on the stove, preparing the water as I took out a teacup and a teabag.

I set the teabag and the teacup in front of him with trembling hands, "I'll get you a spoon." I murmured quietly.

My father was here. This wasn't real. This couldn't be.

Where had he been? Why didn't he call us? Why did he leave?

We were quiet, listening to the soft wail of the kettle. I poured the hot water, "I'll get you a serviette." I nodded. "Thanks." He murmured, glancing up uncertainly at me.

"You've grown." He whispered. I chuckled softly, "So has Jarrod. He's nearly as tall as mum."

"How is she?" he asked hesitantly. "She's good. She opened up a fashion store in Portland. Jarrod and I are attending the LaPush High School." I replied, keeping up a monotone.

"Are you okay?" he asked somewhat timidly as I handed him the serviette.

I felt my anger bubble up to the surface, "Well, my long-lost father just appeared at my doorstep out of nowhere, after a year of no communication or information of his whereabouts. Of course I'm not okay!" I snapped.

My father's eyes were sad, but they hardened a little.

I shivered. It was cold.

"Donnie, I meant to come back soon. I really did." He explained softly, "I don't know what happened. I went to your aunt Fatimah, but she ignored me."

"Why did you leave?" I whispered, a soft sob escaping.

"I searched for help."

"For whom?" I snapped, knowing whom he was talking of. He didn't believe me either. "For you!" he snapped back, "I knew something was wrong with you, Donnie!"

I inhaled sharply, hurt by his words. Despite him having been gone from my life for a year, I was still hurt by him.

He frowned, "I didn't mean it that way, Adonica. I knew there was something…something more to your panic attacks. I knew you'd see something. I knew this was something a psychologist or a doctor could solve or fix with a prescribed medication. This was something only you could see. Something that only happened to you."

He glanced towards the table, "Take a seat first, Donnie. I'll serve you some tea."

I sat down stiffly, watching him take out a teacup and a spoon, pouring the steaming water.

"Your case is similar to that of your Tio Abu Bak. Do you remember him?" he asked conversationally, as if though he had never left and this was something we did everyday.

I nodded, "Tia Fatimah would tell me stories about him. He died when he was thirteen and you were three years old."

He nodded, smiling softly, "Exactly." He grinned at me like a teacher proud of his student's answers, "He was the oldest of us. He used to get these strange panic attacks. He had asthma, and had experienced a lot as a child."

My father set the teacup in front of me, "Blow it a little, it's still hot." He nodded before sitting back at his seat, "Anyway, Abu Bak declared he could see dead people. Not in his dreams, but in everyday life, walking next to him at the grocery store, walking along the sidewalk at the park. The local doctors in Spain proclaimed these panic attacks to be caused by the hurt of our father walking abandoning us, and the trauma of our mother being killed in front of him. He was finally fed up with being afraid, so he killed himself."

"Tia Fatimah said he died of a panic attack." I frowned, sipping my tea, feeling so much more calm and rejuvenated.

He smiled slightly, "Ay, Fatimah." He shook his head fondly, "Of course she told you that. You were six, Donnie, she wouldn't tell you that her older brother killed himself."

"Oh, right. "I nodded, feeling stupid.

"But I witnessed one of these 'panic attacks'. He was hurt. Being physically hurt." He frowned at the memory, his eyes darkening, "He kept still, glancing towards me, telling me with his eyes to run. But I didn't. I was scared and young, and I wanted to know what was wrong with him, so I stayed. He was thrown back, as if though punched, and his nose began to bleed. He was crying. He was so scared."

My father cleared his throat, glancing towards me as he took a sip from his tea.

I don't know what my face expressed, but it made him grin fondly at me before sighing, "Long story short, I witnessed that it was something that would happen to him, and apparently, only he could see it."

"What does this have to do with anything?" I whispered.

"You're exactly like your Tio Abu Bak, Adonica." He murmured, a small knowing smile on his lips, "You're tired of being afraid. I knew you would realize that as you got older and I decided to take action. I left."

"And what good did that do?" I spat bitterly, "I am still tired of being afraid."

"I got help."

He was lying.

He had to be. No way would anyone believe him.

He laughed at my expression, "Donnie, if you received your Tio Abu Bak's…um, talent, then there must be someone out there with the same thing." He explained softly.

"And was there?" I asked quietly and somewhat eagerly. He nodded solemnly, a haunted look in his eyes as he sighed and gazed out the window.

"But they're gone now, Donnie." He whispered.

I felt my stomach drop. So there was no help for me now.

No hope.

"But there is a reason you experience this."

"Really? What?" I spat, "Because I really don't see the point or the reason."

"Donnie, doesn't it seem as if though they seem to seek you out?" My father asked, turning back to me once again.

I flinched, nodding.

He nodded knowingly, "What do you think they want when they come to you?"

"What could they want?" I asked myself, frowning.

I always saw them. And they would look back at me, and no one else.

They would scream at me, plead with me. They still thought they were alive.

"I don't know." I shrugged helplessly, my eyes filling up with tears. Perhaps this was just a curse. Perhaps I had done something when I was younger that made God angry with me and decided to curse me with this.

"Think hard, Donnie." My father cooed gently.

They would plead with me. They would scream for…help.

"They want…help?" I offered.

He nodded, smiling fully this time, reminding me of how much Jarrod looked like him. "Exactly."

"How can I help them?" I asked hopelessly. "Try talking to them next time you see 'em." He shrugged, "Listen to them."

"What if what they want isn't help?" I whispered timidly. "It must be," my father nodded confidently in that way of his, "They all need help, Donnie. Even the scary ones." He threw me a grin.

I couldn't help but smile back. My father glanced down towards the expensive gold watch he always had on wrist, frowning, "I need to go now, Donnie."

I stood as he did, "You won't stay?" I stated rather than asked. He shook his head sadly, "No, Donnie, I'm not."

The tears resurfaced again, "Why?"

He stepped closer to me, scooping me up into a hug, his warm arms reminding me of when we'd hug over our excellent "team-work skills" when we'd lie to mum and tell her the cat tipped over the small desk and broke the china tea set instead of us, when we'd lie and say that Jarrod ate all the cookies instead of us, when we snuck out of my friend Sara's birthday party to watch Spy Kids in theaters.

This hug reminded me of the great times we had together.

I clung to him, letting the sobs rack through my body like shocks.

He stroked my hair, "Shh, Donnie. I missed you kids everyday, I missed your mother." "Why can't you stay? Jarrod and I waited for you! Even mum did to some extent!" I accused, pulling away from his embrace.

He looked torn, as if thinking of whether he should tell me the truth or not. "Donnie, your mother will receive a letter from your Tia Fatimah soon. The letter will explain everything."

I stomped my foot angrily as I shook my head, not caring if it was childish, as I let the tears slide down my cheeks.

"Adonica, please don't tell your mother and your brother I was here today." He murmured softly, shrugging his coat on, his eyes gleaming strangely.

I nodded sourly. They wouldn't believe me anyway.

"Please take my advice, Donnie, I want to help you. I don't want you to be afraid ever again." He begged quietly. I stared up at him.

My father, his dirty blonde hair and his dark icy blue eyes reminding me of Jarrod, his confident and strong stance so much like Jarrod, his tanned skin (inherited from the Arabic side of his family) so much like mine.

I realized then why it had been so hard for my mother to look at us after my father left. There was so much of him in us.

His tense gaze softened as he stared down at me, caressing my cheek, "Te amo, hija." (I love you, daughter) He murmured, leaning forward.

I leaned forward so our foreheads were touching, as was our way of affection.

We did this since I could remember. My mother always said that if we kept this up for long we'd end up with lumps on our heads.

My father would laugh and retort with some witty comeback, making my mother scowl as I laughed. He would then hug her waist and kiss her cheek, murmuring for her not to be mad and cook him a pie, which would only enrage her even more.

"Yo tambíen." (Me too) I whispered, grinning wistfully. He pulled away from the forehead-punch (as we'd call it), and taking his watch off.

"Give this to Jarrod. Tell him you found it in one of your old boxes, or something. And you keep this." He took off the small earring he always wore on his right ear before digging into his pocket, "It's 100% gold, Abu Bak pierced my ear when I was two or one year old. He told me it used to be our mother's. He kept the other earring and gave me this one."

He took out the other earring from his pocket, placing them into my hands, "Remember me, okay?"

I realized the reason why his eyes were gleaming strangely were because of tears. I nodded, my lip trembling as I hugged him once more.

He smiled down wistfully at me as he pulled away; I opened the door for him.

He stood there, seeming so unsure and helpless as he gazed out of the door, standing hesitantly at the entrance. He shook his head slightly as if though clearing his head, he set his shoulders in that confident in that way of his.

He nodded down at me, "Con Dios." I nodded up at him, taking in a breath to keep myself from sobbing, "Con Dios." (With God, or Goodbye)

Third Person POV

Adonica watched her father walk away, his walking figure getting smaller with distance.

She squinted as she spotted a red smudge on the back of his coat. She stepped forward, getting a closer look.

Her eyes widened as she froze.

A red smudge.

Blood.

She swallowed as he fully disappeared from her sight, staring up at the golden sky, "Why?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

She realized that he knew he was gone, he had known he couldn't stay.

She stared down at the watch and earrings in her hands.

He was gone. Her father, whom she had hopefully waited for a year, was gone.

Did her mother know? Did Aunt Fatimah know? Was that what the letter was going to explain?

She left the watch and earrings on the kitchen cabinet, setting the teacups into the sink, every movement a sort of dream.

She stood there in the kitchen, staring blankly at the cabinet as her mind forced itself to process what she had just discovered.

She opened the door again, stepping out, not caring that the cold wind bit at her bare arms, not caring that she was simply dressed in sweats, a T-shirt, and uggs.

She walked around aimlessly, ending up in that small clearing in the forest. She lied on the log, stretching her arms above her head as she stared up at the golden sky, the faded pink clouds contrasting perfectly against the setting sun.

She walked back home as the sky darkened into an indigo blue, the stars' bright glow beginning to twinkle visibly in the darkening sky.

She hugged herself as she walked back home, feeling strangely rejuvenated.

"Donnie!" her mother gasped as soon as her daughter entered the house. "Baby, where were you? I was going to call the cops to go out and search for you! Oh, honey, you have to take a shower, you'll get sick in those clothes! Jarrod, help your sister up the stairs!" Her mother said all in one breath as she ushered her daughter up the stairs.

"I'll prepare you some tea, darling, you'll be fine, baby." She murmured, kissing her daughter's forehead, "You were going to go out today with Seth to that bonfire-thingey?"

Donnie nodded weakly, her teeth clattering. Her mother frowned, "I'll call him and cancel, okay? You're in no condition to go out. You'll probably get a cold," her mother tsked before slapping her behind and shooing her towards the stairs.

"Donnie, are you okay?" her brother asked concernedly as he helped her into her bedroom. "Just finally feeling the cold settle in." she shivered, her teeth clattering loudly. "Here, let me help you." Her brother offered as he noticed her struggling to get out of her T-shirt. "Thanks." She sighed tiredly, her eyelids feeling heavy.

"Get in the shower, I'll bring you your tea." Her brother ruffled her hair as she got into her robe. "Thanks, Jarrod." She smiled faintly, noticing how much her brother matured.

He was a gentleman now, he opened the door for her wherever they went, he helped her climb the stairs, he helped her out of the car, he'd carry the groceries for her, he'd offer her his seat. He'd take care of her no matter what. He was gentle towards her, and protective.

She was relieved her mother and father raised him to be a gentleman, glad the she and her brother didn't fight like those siblings they'd see at school or in television. She cared for her little brother, and he cared for her.

She sat on the toilet seat as she waited for the water to warm up. She rubbed her arms as she shivered again, feeling a cold gust of wind encase her into its callous embrace.

She stiffened at the familiar cold, but clenched her jaw in concentration. She would not be afraid.

But she swallowed nervously, turning slowly.

Sitting patiently on the sink was the old man from the skating rink.

Seth's POV

"Donnie's not coming." I scowled as I plopped myself on the couch. "Aw, poor Sethy Wethy got stood up by imprint, aw!" Leah pouted, ruffling my hair as she passed me.

I growled, swatting her hand away.

"You see her everyday in school, anyway." Embry said logically. "But I wanted to see her today!" I 'hmphed' crossing my arms.

"Why isn't she coming?" Quil asked.

"Her mum isn't letting her out tonight, she has a cold." I glowered, kicking the small coffee table in front of me.

"You be careful with that table, young man!" Emily scolded sharply from the kitchen. "Sorry." I groaned. We heard a loud howl from outside.

"No bonfire tonight." Emily sighed as she opened the door for us. We ran out, phasing immediately as we ran to Jake.

It wasn't necessary to ask what was wrong; the vampire stench was enough explanation.

Adonica's POV

He simply sat there, his hands resting beside him as he gazed blankly at the filling tub. "I-is there s-something you'd l-like to tell m-me?" I whispered.

He turned to me slowly, his burned skin showing, his eyes blank but he nodded.

"Here, it's still hot, be careful not to burn yourself okay?" Jarrod said as he entered, walking slowly as to not spill the full teacup.

"You okay?" he frowned at the expression on my face. "I'm fine! Thanks for the tea, Jarrod. I appreciate this." I nodded, setting the tea on the bathroom cabinet.

He nodded, "Yeah, you're welcome. You scream if you need anything, alright? Mum and I will be downstairs." "Okay." I nodded, my teeth clattering softly.

He nodded, the frown still on his face before closing the door.

I let out a small sigh, turning off the running water and turned back to the old man who was staring after the door with a frown on his face.

"That was my younger brother, Jarrod. He's such a worry wart." I chuckled nervously. The old man set his blank gaze back on the tub, sitting completely still.

"I'm ready to listen." I murmured.

There was a long and silent pause, I didn't expect him to reply but I jumped when he did.

"There will be more." He murmured, frowning. His voice was soft and hoarse, as if he was losing his voice.

"More of these…massacres?" I questioned. He nodded silently.

"Did y-you see w-who did this?" I asked, my heart thumping against my ribcage. He nodded, "A woman. But there were two men with her, they stopped her from eating us."

Eat them?

I frowned, "She was a cannibal?"

"She wasn't…human. Neither were the men with her. They didn't want her to leave any trails for the wolves." He murmured, turning his head slightly towards me.

The wolves.

My wolf.

I felt my eyes widen but I continued questioning the man, "Do you think you could take me to the site of where this happened tonight?"

He nodded slowly and solemnly, "Are you feeling better?"

I smiled at his question, "Yes, thank you. I'm Adonica."

"They weren't able to identify most of the victims of the massacre. I'm Ethan Baker." "I'll be sure to tell the police of you, Ethan." I nodded, shaking his extended hand.

His hand was cold and dirty. He had dirt, mud, sweat, and blood and burns on his skin, but I kept myself from flinching.

"Look, Ethan." I sighed, rubbing my face with my hands, "I really don't know what I'm going to do to help, the cops won't believe that I received this information from a d-dead man whom only I can see. But I promise you, I will do my best."

He nodded slowly, getting down from the bathroom cabinet, opening the door and getting out.

I got into my tub, closing my eyes.

My wolf was no ordinary wolf. Neither was his pack, I was sure. There must be a reason as to why those…creatures want to hunt them down.

I got out sooner than I wanted to, drying myself quickly before peeking out unto my bedroom, making sure Ethan wasn't there.

I dressed quickly and warmly, checking the clock. 11:45. My mother and brother were probably going to go to bed at 12:00.

I peeked my head out, stifling a shriek as Ethan tapped my shoulder.

"Don't scare me like that!" I hissed quietly, making sure Jarrod's bedroom door was closed.

Ethan simply shrugged, "Follow me."

I nodded, gulping loudly as I followed him downstairs. "Your mother and brother are asleep now. I gathered you some equipment, they're on your kitchen cabinet." He murmured to me in normal volume, knowing no one else could hear him.

"Thanks." I whispered, grabbing the flashlight, beanie hat, and gloves from the cabinet. "Let's go." He nodded, holding the door open for me.

Seth's POV

"False alarm." Sam sighed, the vampire scent cutting off suddenly. "This better not be like some other redhead again!" Collin whined.

"Quiet!" Jacob hissed, his thoughts worried about Nessie, "We'll have to stay on alert again. We can't let this sucker go away. Leah, Sam, and I will run the perimeter; Embry, Quil, and Seth will run along the border. The rest of you, go home, I'll let you know when it's your turn."

"I'm gonna be pissed if this some other redhead-bitch!" Leah growled as she ran off.

I growled nervously as I ran with Embry and Quil, calming myself with the thought that Donnie was safe at home.

Adonica's POV

"I hate nature!" I scowled as I slapped a branch away from my face. "We're getting there." Ethan murmured, his blue eyes dancing with humor as he glanced back at me.

I somehow managed to trip over air, get slapped by twigs three inches away from me, bitten by mosquitos that aren't even supposed to be around during winter, and having a fly annoy me by flying too close to my ear.

"We're here." Ethan murmured as we entered a little clearing, the grass dead from the cold and still burnt from the fire.

I closed my eyes, all of them still laying there in heaps, the only movement their eyes as they glanced at me when I passed by.

"Well, well, well! Look who decided to drop by!" A beautiful voice chirped happily, but the malice evident.

I turned, gasping at the sight of the beautiful woman in front of me. She was a gorgeous woman, with long dark hair, moonlight-pale skin, and red eyes.

I blinked, trying to clear my vision but as soon as I opened my eyes, she looked different.

I gasped again, this time in horror.

Her luscious dark hair was now stringy and damp with sweat, a normal mousy brown color. Her red eyes were a deep blue; her moonlight-pale skin was now lightly tanned with dirt, sweat, and blood and bruises on her arms.

Her cheek was purple and blue, as if though she had been punched or slapped, she had tear-streaks as well. Her neck had blood flowing down unto her chest; her seventeen hundreds styled dress was torn and stained with dirt and blood.

"Don't you know better than to sneak off?" she scolded gently, like a worried mother, as she neared me with impossible speed.

"Don't you know why it's not safe to come out at night?" she sighed sadly as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind my hair, her cold hands lingering on my cheek. Her eyes darkened.

She glanced towards something behind me, straightening up immediately, the malicious grin off her face immediately.

She bowed her head somewhat mockingly, "Demetri. Felix." She stood straight again, tossing her head haughtily.

"Keep in mind what we've ordered, Marion." A soft whispery voice murmured, it was deep, a male voice. The voice was beautiful, like a spoken melody, but the tone was indifferent and bored.

She nodded sourly but spoke anyway, "Well, I can't help it! I haven't hunted in weeks!" She whined childishly, pouting prettily.

The cloaked figure walked towards her somewhat menacingly, removing the cloak from his head.

I stifled a gasp. This man was beautiful; his stunning face looking as if though angels carved it.

He was a gorgeous man but the beauty was ruined when I blinked, he was now dressed in gladiator's clothing, sweat dripping down his dark brown hair and unto his colossal back and muscular arms.

He also had that bloody bite on his neck. "You are not allowed to leave any trails for the wolves, Marion." He hissed softly.

A smaller cloaked figure stepped forward, too, removing the cloak from his head as he stood next to the enormous man, glancing back at me with a bored expression as his red eyes darkened.

"They'll figure out it was us. And you know what Aro said to you about this, don't you?" The smaller man cooed softly, but mockingly.

She straightened up again, meeting his intimidating gaze with a glare of her own.

"Dogs are stupid. They can and will all be killed anyway." She shrugged indifferently.

"You know it will be a better strategy hunting them without them knowing of us." The biggest man stated.

Marion scowled, "I'll dispose of her, I'll be quick. I'll leave no trace of her. I swear." She declared defiantly.

I swallowed, disgusted now by the beauty of these creatures. "This is her." Ethan said softly, pointing towards the woman.

They couldn't see them either.

The biggest man, cocked his head to the side as he stared down at Marion, she met his gaze defiantly.

They both took a step back away from Marion, "Aro will hear of this." The big man stated softly

"Of course." She grinned triumphantly, knowing she had won, smiling fully as she turned to me once again, "I'll be sure to thank him for training you two, oh, so well!" she beamed up at them sarcastically before stalking towards me.

"Just to let you know, I'm not sharing." She smirked, throwing them a sarcastic smile. "Just deal with it." The smaller man sighed softly, bored.

"Who killed you?" I gasped softly without thinking. The three beautiful creatures turned to me.

Marion's eyes were wide with shock, but a hateful glare soon replaced it. She slapped me; the force of the hit was so strong I fell back a few feet away from her. My cheek was sure to bruise soon.

"How dare you interrupt me, filth?" she growled as she suddenly appeared before me, grabbing my neck and lifting me up so my feet were no longer on the ground.

I clenched my teeth as sweat dripped down unto my lips, she grinned malevolently at my struggles.

She frowned suddenly, turning. "Cowards!" she hissed as she realized the two cloaked men were gone.

She turned, cradling me against her as she braced herself, grinning maliciously in anticipation towards the forest.

Out of the forest came out ten wolves. Enormous wolves.

Seth's POV

"Leave or she dies." The vampire threatened jubilantly as she held Donnie closer to her, tightening her grip on her, causing her to cry out.

"Donnie!" I growled, stepping forward. "Stay back, Seth. This is what she wants, we'll surprise her." Jake warned. "Nothing better happen to her, Jake!" I growled but took a step back anyway.

"So what's it going to be, hmm, dog? You can be on your way and leave me to my meal, and you'll be okay. It's simple." The tick shrugged indifferently.

"Steady." Jake warned.

"No? Okay. But remember I wa-" the leech was cut off by a sudden loud rustle of bushes. She snapped her head towards the sound, "You two better come out! I'm not joking!" she growled angrily.

"What the hell was that!?" Embry whined, the sound having had come from where he was but he saw nothing.

"Who knows? Who cares? We'll use it to our advantage and surprise the mosquito!" Leah thought silently, keeping her eyes trained on the leech. "We have to get Donnie out of her grip." I agreed.

The bushes rustled loudly again, but this time coming closer to her. She hissed, stepping back, "You two are cowards!" she roared furiously.

"NOW!" Jake roared as he leapt unto the leech, all of us following. The leech snarled as she threw Donnie away, fighting us.

When I was sure the rest could take her on by themselves, I ran to Donnie. She sat up, rubbing the sore spot on her back from when she landed, wincing.

"Oh, Wolf." She sighed in relief as she wrapped her small arms around me, "You're okay."

I snorted, rolling my eyes.

I was surprised she wasn't shaking or in shock.

I nudged her shoulder with my nose, letting out a low growl. She reeked of leeches.

She pulled away, keeping her hands on cheeks as she gazed into my eyes intently, "She had a plan, Wolf. She was being controlled, she was merely a puppet, and the ones pulling the strings are the big ones: they wanted to annihilate your kind." She explained swiftly, glancing around, "They got away before you showed up, though."

She turned in time to see my brothers tearing up the leech. She frowned but stood, dusting the dirt off her pants.

She sighed as she turned, staring towards her right. She let out a small chuckle, smiling knowingly as she nodded slightly before turning back towards me.

"Take me home, Wolf."