So here it is. Very long chapter this one. Expect a new chapter up in a few days. Feel free to give me advice on the stories. And Manu, here's your chapters.

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Chapter 10

"He's dead…" Aela screamed into her arms, kneeling on the blood covered floor. Skjors dead body laid on the table, his lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling. Hana kneeled next to Aela, hissing in pain as she moved her shoulder around Aela's sobbing body.

They had gone to attack a Silver Hand camp at Gallows Rock. They had been successful for most of the onslaught until Hana had gotten sliced by a damned silver sword. Now she knows how Vilkas felt.

Skjor had gone ahead of her and Aela when they reached the fort. She knew that Skjor could handle himself but she should have known that someone would have gotten hurt tonight.

"Aela, breath sweetheart. I know this is hard for you to bear right now but we have to leave. We can't stay here." Hana warned her. Aela nodded and got up slowly. Her eyes red from tears and her hair was a mess. Hana was sure she never wanted to see Aela in this state. She had become close to her after she had become a werewolf. Helping her out with any issues she is having with her beast blood.

"Aye, lets get his body out of here," Aela decided and walked over to Skjor putting one of his cold arms around her shoulder. Hana did the same and they made their way back to Jorvaskrr.

It took them two hours to haul Skjors body back to hall.

0o0

The ceremony was in the afternoon. Hana stood at the back of the Skyforge, her head lowered, her hair fell in a curtain over her face.

She hadn't talked to anyone after they had come back from the fort and didn't want to. Somehow she blamed herself for the events that day and just wanted to she got back from the healers she had her items packed and ready to go so that after the ceremony, she would purchase armour of Eorland, the wolf armour that she had been saving for, and leave when she can. She didn't worry about not telling anyone where she was going. She had written a note and left it under her bag.

"His spirit has departed," Aela confirmed, sorrow in her voice, " Join the members of the circle in the underforge for us to rejoice in his memories and stories."

That was Hana's cue. Where she was standing, Eorland was standing not far from her.

"What do you want lass?" He asked her in a deadpan tone.

"I want to buy that spare set of armour," Hana said as she pointed to the bench.

"Just hand me your gold and be on your way whelp." He grunted. Hana handed him her purse of gold and snatched the armour off the bench. She nodded in thanks at Eorland and ran down the stairs, not caring if someone saw her.

She walked steadily to her room under Jorvaskrr, stripped herself of her old armour and replaced it with the traditional wolf armour. It was just the right size for Hana as she put it on. The weight of the armour took her by surprise as she adjusted the straps. The wolf head on the front looked neatly placed surrounded by other markings.

Taking a glance at herself in her reflection of her old armour, she looked just like a warrior ready for battle. She had decided that she would try something different and bought war paint ages ago but never applied it. With what of her face she could see, she applied the war paint with her fingers. A single line on down the left top of her forehead reaching down to her eye brow and two more lines below her left eye. The dark colour of the purple paint made her green eyes more striking than usual. She pulled her hair out of it braid leaving it to fall in small waves down her back. ,

Satisfied with her looks, she grabbed her pack, sword and shield. She looked down at the note on her bed and shook her head. 'No one needs to know where I'm going,' she grabbed the paper in her palm and scrunched it into a ball. Heating her hand with her spell, the ball of paper busted into flames and fell into ash in her hands. She dropped the ashes onto the floor of her room and closed the door behind her.

She kept her head down while walking through the mead hall and towards the entrance of Jorvaskrr.

"You may have sneaked around a giant but you can't sneak away from here that easily," Vilkas's voice came from behind her, not a hint of anger in his voice, which worried Hana more.

"Who said I was sneaking around?" She asked, not turning around to face the twin.

"Well the fact that you kept your head down and didn't acknowledge Ria walking past you is a big give away. Where are you going?"

"Dragonborn business." Hana said bluntly. Her plan already wasn't going the way she wanted to and feared it never will.

"Wait are you heading back up the mountain?" Farkas chimed in.

Hana sighed and turned around and looked back Farkas. "Yes I am after I head to Ustangrav and retrieve something for the damned Monks. You two want to come along don't you?"

Both twins' eyes were set on her face, taken off guard by the war paint.

"Aye, I haven't been up that mountain before, besides can't hurt you to have someone travelling with you." Farkas nodded.

"Alright, you can come just quit your staring and get your shit." She said bluntly and leaned against the wooden doorframe. Vilkas and Farkas nodded and went back downstairs to retrieve their stuff. If she had known that using a small amount of war paint was effective, she would have applied more. She should known that the twins would have wanted to come along, especially Vilkas. He has been making sure that he knows where she is going every time she is about to leave, even just going down to Arcadia's Cauldron.

Sure he had been a lot nicer to her but she still received the glares every time she sat next to or started talking to Farkas. 'I don't think I will ever understand that man,' she said to herself.

'You're so oblivious I swear child,' her wolf spirit growled.

'What the heck is that supposed to mean wolf?' she questioned but she received no answer.

Her beast blood was boiling at this point, her skin itching and her head throbbed. Thanks to Aela, Hana was able to control her blood but sometimes it became too overwhelming and stressed her out. She hadn't been able to sleep well since joining the circle, always waking up every 2 hours and the constant nagging of going to hunt. It was driving her insane.

By the time Vilkas and Farkas, Hana was getting snarky again and glaring at the two as they walked over, her eyes scanning the twins.

Farkas walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder, "Let's be off then." He said calmly but Hana just pushed off his huge arm and walked through the door and into Whiterun.

0o0

Vilkas looked at her in confusion. She never acted like this especially towards Farkas. Hana's usual bouncy and bright attitude was now replace with a snarky and tempered troll.

He looked over towards his brother with an eyebrow raised. Farkas too had the same expression and filed out the door after Hana. They walked down the stairs towards the main gate of Whiterun. While passing the few people who knew Hana well, she just brushed off and kept walking as if not seeing them at all.

"Hail Dragonborn," one of the guards said as they passed.

"Yeah, whatever," she growled as she walked out the gates.

The guard looked over towards Vilkas and asked in a gruff voice, "What's wrong with her? Did someone actually steal her sweetroll?"

"I wish I knew sir," Vilkas spoke to guard, "She's been like that the whole afternoon."

"Aye, well look after yourself out there and watch the sky Companions." The guard said before returning to his post. Vilkas and Farkas nodded and walked on after Hana who was a head by fifty metres.

"What the hell did you do?" Farkas looked down at his brother while they walked, trying to catch up to Hana.

"I did nothing this time, I was going to ask you the same thing." Vilkas huffed.

"Well why is she stomping around like giant?"

Vilkas knitted his eyebrows together before speaking, "It might be the beast blood calling, usually she would handle it well enough but I haven't seen her like this before."

"Aye, that would sound about right." Farkas sighed, "She's acting like you on a daily basis."

Vilkas looked back up at his brother with wide eyes, "Is this what I'm usually like?"

Farkas laughed at his twin, "Aye, or maybe a little bit worse."

Vilkas rolled his eyes and could see how she was acting like him. Farkas laughed once again which made Vilkas look back to his brother. "What?"

Farkas had a sly grin on his face again, "I just thought of another reason why she might be a grumpy cow all of a sudden."

"And that is?"

"Something to do with other blood, you know. The way that Aela gets every now and then." Farkas laughed. Vilkas too started to laugh with his brother. Their laughter was shortly cut off as a dagger went flying through the air towards the twins, missing them completely.

Hana had stopped just a head of them, her eyes filled with anger as she stared down the twins. "Shut up the both of you before I throw my spare at one of you!" She stormed off again making her way past farms across the flat plains.

"Does she always throw her dagger at you when she is mad?" Farkas asked his brother with wide eyes.

Vilkas nodded, "Aye she does, glad that she has swapped from silver to iron daggers though."

0o0

They had been walking in what light that was left in the afternoon had made it to the colder parts of Skyrim. The snow covered road was at least 100 metres away from the travellers. Hana, Vilkas and Farkas made camp off the road not wanting to attract and attention to themselves during the night.

Hana had set up the fire again while Vilkas and Farkas looked for game. Her beast blood inside her still raged on at today's previous events, making her more grumpy than what she usually would be. She didn't care what the twins thought of her at the moment. Hana didn't really want them with her but there was no point in arguing for them to stay at Jorvaskrr.

'Come on, let's go for a little hunt,' her wolf spirit cooed at her.

'Not a damned chance,' she fought back.

'Oh come on, you know you want to, the urge to will only increase until you do.'

"SHUT UP!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, holding her head in her hands.

She heard footsteps behind her. She didn't look up, keeping her eyes closed.

"Easy lass, just calm down," Farkas's voiced echoed through her mind.

"Not that easy you oaf," she snarled at him. Farkas must have backed off leaving her by herself again. The sound of armour rattled through her brain as she tried to concentrate on her breathing.

She opened her eyes and saw Vilkas was standing over her with his pelt tucked under his arms. He wrapped it around Hana and sat down next to her not speaking a word. She pulled on the pelt, warming her slightly.

"Hana I know that beast blood is tormenting you at the moment, but I know that you can fight it," Vilkas tried to calm her. His voice calm and not a hint of anger.

"It's not just the beast blood you ice brain," she growled back him.

"Is it about Skjor? What happened at the fort?"

Hana's whole body froze at the mentioning of the old man's name.

"Aye it is." She said coolly.

"He was like a second father to me you know, apart from Kodlak," Vilkas mentioned, "He was the one that taught me how to fight properly."

"So that explains why your so crap at fighting?" She laughed slightly but sighed again. "I feel like it's my fault that he's dead. If we hadn't gone to the fort he wouldn't be dead. If I hadn't said yes to going he wouldn't be dead. If I hadn't even accepted this gift he wouldn't be dead!" she sobbed. Her whole body started shaking as she sat on the ground, tears falling down her face.

She felt Vilkas's strong arms wrap around her and pulling her close to him. Her head resting in the crook of his neck and she wrapped her arms around the twin still sobbing.

"Hana, you can't blame yourself for this. That's the past and there is no point dwelling in it, you can't change it no matter how much you want to. Skjor was a great man and his spirit will always be with us. He was a reckless man at times and his recklessness finally caught up with him. You can't blame yourself for this." Vilkas's words echoed through her brain. She was no longer crying just slightly whimpering into his shoulder. The beast blood in her had soothed and was no longer howling at her.

Being in Vilkas's arms made her relax and her breathing eased. Each time she breathed in, she would inhale his scent, calming her further but she didn't understand why.

She pulled away from Vilkas's shoulder and look up into his eyes. His eyes were soft and calm as he looked down at her as well. He rested his chin on top of her head, obviously staring at the fire in front of them.

"Thank you," she whimpered, "You know you're not that bad to be around either," she managed to say. Her breathing slowed as she leaned against Vilkas strong build. She could feel Vilkas stroking her hair with his hand, calming her further. 'Just like mother use to,' she thought to herself.

"You should go try get some sleep Hana," he said softly.

"But I want to stay here with you," she replied back in a quiet yawn. She heard Vilkas laugh slightly and shifted. She looked up at the twin who had a small grin on his face.

"I have to carry you again don't I?" Vilkas chuckled while shaking his head. Hana just grinned up at the man and the next thing she knew Vilkas flung her over his shoulder, laughing loudly.

"Okay, put me down!" she squealed into his back as he carried her over towards her pack.

"Nay, you wanted me to carry you, so I am." Vilkas laughed as he put her down on bedroll with a thud. As soon as she hit the ground, Hana started laughing like a maniac, sprawling all over her bedroll.

"Get some rest Hana," Vilkas sighed and turned back towards the fire.

"Good night Wolfy," she cooed as she settled down in her roll.

"Good night little fox," she heard him say in a hushed tone.

She turned her back to the twins as she closed her eyes, wrapping Vilkas's pelt around her. In a matter of seconds, she started to feel sleep overcome her.

0o0

"If we continue on, we should be able to just make it to Dawnstar." Vilkas stated they walked.

"Thank the divines for that, this armour is killing," Hana stated, trying re adjust her new armour.

Vilkas laughed slightly as she attempted to fight with her armour. He noticed that her change in attitude as they walked on. She was just in front of him and Farkas, the slight skip in her step as her armour bounced with her. He had to admit, the armour did suit her as well as the war paint. Even though it wasn't much, the paint brought out the colour in her eyes better.

"You're not that subtle when it comes to looking at somebodies arse Vilkas," his brother said in a hushed voice. Vilkas's face changed to a slight shade of pink due to being caught.

"I can't help it she had a nice arse, besides who said I was looking her?"

Farkas laugh, not bothering to muffle it. Hana had turned around in front of them, eyebrow raised. Vilkas shrugged and looked back at the road, stopping himself from wanting to punch his brother in the face.

As they walked, they passed a group of Imperial soldiers escorting two men in ragged clothes. Vilkas noticed that Hana was staring intently at the two Stormcloak soldiers.

"Hana, don't you do it." Vilkas warned her but it was too late. Hana rushed up to the pair of soldiers, whose eyes lit up with hope.

"Jaxon? Wyatt? Is that you?" he heard her yell as she came closer to the escorts.

"Hana!? By the divines I can't believe its you!" one of the prisoners yelped in disbelief.

Vilkas looked over to Farkas, who had crossed his large arms in front of him. Vilkas watched on as Hana tried to talk to Wyatt and Jaxon.

"Imperial business, move along citizen." One of the guards warned her.

"Over my dead body!" she yelled and untied both Jaxon and Wyatt from their restraints. Vilkas came running in with his sword unsheathed from his back, holding it steadily in his hands.

Wyatt raced up to one of the guards and punched him clean in the nose, making him stumble back further. Hana struck the guards down as Vilkas and Farkas watched on. In a matter of minutes, all that was left was a panting Hana, Jaxon and Wyatt standing surrounded by dead.

"It's good to see you again Hana!" Wyatt yelled and pulled her into a bear hug. Vilkas growled softly, but then elbowed by his brother. Hana hugged Wyatt back and gave Jaxon a smaller hug. Vilkas stared down Wyatt and Jaxon as the talked to Hana. Wyatt was just shorter than Vilkas, his hair was a dark in colour and his eyes a pale brown. His face was covered in dark green war paint in three stripes of each side of his face. Even though he was shorter than Vilkas, he was broad and masculine, making up for his height.

Jaxon on the other hand, was the same height of Vilkas. His chocolate brown eyes staring down Hana and his hair sticking up slightly. He wore so war paint and his body was lean but toned.

"Oh! I forgot. Jaxon, Wyatt, these two here are Vilkas and Farkas." Hana said pointing to them.

"Aye, nice to meet you. I'm guessing that you two are twins?" Jaxon chirped. A slight smile on his face.

"Aye, we are. I'm Farkas, this grump here is Vilkas, we get confused by other people a lot so I won't be offended you guess me for him," Farkas laughed, Vilkas rolled his silver eyes at Jaxon and Wyatt.

"How do you three know each other?" Vilkas asked bluntly.

Wyatt smirked slightly and looked Vilkas dead in the eyes, "I know her from when she stayed at Markharth for a while, that's where she met Jaxon as well. Say Hana, have you heard anything from Caesa?"

Hana bursted into laughter, a genuine child laugh, "Wyatt, you need to stop fantasising over her, she already broke your heart once and I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to be your lover again."

Vilkas knew who she was talking about. A young Imperial girl that Hana was good friends with. Hana had talked about her often while at High Hrothgar for the weeks that they stayed there for. She seemed to understand Hana's sense of humour and got a long well.

"You should have heard him when we neared Markharth not that long ago. 'We should try and see Caesa!' He wouldn't shut up." Jaxon sighed and shook his head. "Where are you heading to? And I see you've joined the Companions."

Hana nodded and looked back at Vilkas, she had a small smile on her face. "On private business and sadly I can't say what and yes I came back to Skyrim and joined them."

"Aye, and that business we should be getting back to," Vilkas snorted at the two soldiers, receiving a glare from Hana. She sighed slightly and nodded in agreement.

"Come by Whiterun next time you pass, then we can catch up more," She smiled gently at the Stormcloaks.

"Aye we best be moving too," Said Jaxon with a slight hint of fear, due to Vilkas glaring at him like a meal.

Vilkas leaned against a tree while Hana finished talking to Jaxon and Wyatt, handing them a spare dagger each. He didn't like Wyatt one bit. The fact that he came up straight away and gave Hana a hug made him wanting to smash his skull into the ground.

"Someone's a bit jealous," Farkas sneered form in front of Vilkas.

"So what if I am?" He retorted.

Farkas laughed slightly and went back said his good byes to the soldiers.

As soon as the two started walking off, Hana spun around and glared at Vilkas. " Do you have to glare at every single friend of mine? Push aside whatever is in that thick head of yours and move on." She warned and walked off, obviously mad at Vilkas, again.

"Oh get over it you princess," he spat at her, earning another glare from her.

0o0

Hana charged on in front of Vilkas and Farkas as they made their way to Dawnstar. The cold was biting at her face and the landscape around her filled with white snow. She had never been to Dawnstar before but had been warned of its harsh cold environment by her parents. Hana wrapped the same pelt from last night around her tightly as she walked on. She knew it was Vilkas's pelt from the way it smelt of smoke and honey. The smell of it made her calm down from her little rant earlier at the stubborn twin.

Sure what he had done last night was to calm her down just so that she didn't transform, wasn't it? She is so confused by the way Vilkas had been acting around her, one minutes wanting to rip her guts to shreds the next genuinely accepting a hug from her. What was with that man?

She had slowed down her pace, one for the brothers to catch up, and two, her armour and weapons were tiring her out. Farkas walked up to her on her left and Vilkas still stayed behind a fair way.

She looked up at Farkas, his hair dusted slightly with white specks. "Are you alright lass?" he asked her kindly, gently putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Aye, just confused." She answered in a low tone.

"About what? Dragonborn business?"

"Even though its pretty confusing, it's not that. It's your brother that's confusing me."

Farkas stopped looking down at her looked back at the road, "You know he cares about you." He said bluntly.

"Yeah, cares that I don't go off on my own or that I don't kill him," she concluded.

"That and genuinely cares for you, he has his own ways in showing that he appreciates them one way or another."

Hana looked back at Farkas with an eyebrow raised. "Oh. In what way?"

"I don't know myself, he doesn't tell me much," he lied, "but what I know right now, he feels bad for shouting at you from earlier. I think you scare the bastard when your mad."

That made Hana giggle like a child. The mighty wolf scared because of an angry fox. That's something you don't see every day.

"Still confused?" Farkas questioned.

"Nay, you cleared a few things up but I still need a few things cleared up but they can wait till later." She smiled at the tall man.

"Aye I think that's best. Hey Vilkas! Get your arse up here, you look lonely back there!" Farkas laughed at his brother with his handsome grin on display. Hana heard Vilkas grunt and the sound of heavy armour apart from hers came closer. "How much further till Dawnstar?" Hana asked quietly to Vilkas, her head lowered slightly.

"Not too far now, we should be there before nightfall." Vilkas said sharply and looked over at Hana. She noticed Farkas had dropped back with a slight smirk on his face. 'What is he up to?' she thought to himself. Great another thing that she is confused about.

"Hana, I'm sorry for barking at you earlier. I don't know what came over me." He sighed and looked back at the ground. Hana was shocked that he actually apologised.

"You don't need to be jealous of those two," she smirked at him, "I may be blind sometimes but I could tell that me being around them agitated you. Don't worry, you'll always be by my side more than them." She nudged him slightly in the arm.

"Yeah I guess that's true," Vilkas looked at the ground before saying anything else. "You know, that armour really does suit you well. Same goes for the war paint."

Hana blushed slightly at the complement and laughed. "It may suit me but it's damned heavy."

"Hence called heavy armour," Vilkas laughed as well.

They talked for most the way to Dawnstar, not once having any argument. She mainly asked about the companions history and what he knew about Dawnstar.

"So who else did you become friends with while you travelled Skyrim with your parents?" He asked genuinely.

"Well you know about Caesa. I met her in Markharth and we always sent letters to each other. There's Sophia and Gracell. I think Gracell is in RIften and Sophia might be back in Falkreath. I haven't seen them since I left so I don't know what's going on in their life." She replied, "And don't worry about Wyatt, he will literally hug anyone. He would try to hug a dragon if he could."

She heard Vilkas laugh again, a sweet and natural laugh that she hardly heard from the man. She was starting to enjoy his company more and more as they travelled together.

Just as the sun began to set, Hana could see the occasional bobbing of a torch in the distance. The cold had increased while travelling closer to Dawnstar. The small town was only minutes away and all Hana could think of was a nice bed to sleep and warm food in her stomach.

When they reached the inn, there was a group of people in a group outside of the Jarls long house. Hana didn't think much of it and went inside the inn.

Warmth flooded over her chilled body when she walked past the open fireplace. She strolled over to the counter while Vilkas and Farkas stood by the fire.

"Food for the hungry and a bed for tired. What can I get you darl?" the inn keeper asked.

"How many rooms do you have spare?" Hana asked with a small smile.

"We have two rooms left, an attic room and just a small one down here." She said pointing at the open door.

"Perfect, I will rent both of them for a night thanks and could I please get some stew." She said politely.

"Certainly," the inn keeper smiled and showed Hana to the rooms.

Hana went to sit down next to Farkas and Vilkas but there wasn't enough room. Farkas had spread his legs out in front of him, taking up most of the seat.

"Move your legs you arse," Hana laughed at the twin.

"Nay not going to happen," Farkas snorted back.

"Here, you can sit down on my lap," Vilkas offered and thought she just caught Farkas giving him a wink. She hesitated before she sat down on Vilkas's knee; resting her back on his shoulder slightly.

She could feel his hand shift to around her waist, sending shivers up her skin.

"Anyway so what's the plan for tomorrow?" Farkas asked while drinking from a tankard.

It took Hana a while to answer, still trying to get over the fact that she was sitting on Vilkas's lap. "Well, as soon as one of gets up in the morning, wake each other up and get out of here as soon as we can. It should take us about 3 hours to walk there so the earlier the better. As soon as we get that damned horn, we are going to High Hrothgar." She explained.

"Why didn't we walk to Morthal? Isn't it closer?" Farkas questioned.

"I don't particularly like that place much and I'm not really welcomed there," Hana smiled slightly.

"What did you do?" Vilkas worried, his eyebrows raised.

"All I can say is that I tried to do a fire spell there, didn't work out well." She shrugged and leaned more on Vilkas's shoulder.

The doors in the inn swung open and a figure walked in covered in leather armour. They wore a hood over their face, masking their appearance.

"Have you any spare rooms?" they asked the innkeeper.

"No lass, sorry you just missed out."

The figure turned and looked at Hana, her eyes only just visible from under her hood.

"Isn't that Theives Guild armour?" Farkas asked his brother in a hushed voice. Hana felt Vilkas nod at his brother as the figure talked to the innkeeper more, asking if they could just stay in the hall and for some food. They leather armoured thief sat down in a chair near the fire pit and took off her hood. Ashy blonde hair fell down in waves stopping at her waist and her bright eyes staring at a piece of paper in her hand. Even though she was a Breton, she was still very short, even shorter than Hana.

'That can't be her can it?' Hana questioned herself. She looked at the thief with intent eyes as she took off her gloves revealing a scar running from her little finger to her wrist.

"Well I be damned Gracell, you still haven't grown one bit," Hana laughed as she got up from Vilkas's lap and walked over to the thief. She saw Vilkas and Farkas in her corner of her eyes looking confused.

"Am I supposed to know you?" the thief asked.

"Well I would hope so, I still have to get you back for kicking me in the nose Might Midget," Hana cooed at her.

The thief got up from where she was sitting and looked at Hana with her eyes wide. "HANA! And that's not my name bitch!" She laughed as she jumped at Hana for a hug.

"How long had it been? 9 years? What the hell happened to your letters?" Gracell punched her in the arm.

"I would ask the same questions to you. So you finally decided to join the Thieves Guild?" She laughed at Gracell.

"Yeah I did, and you know it isn't wise to be carrying so much gold. Tisk tisk Hana," she said as she waved Hana's coin purse in her hand. Hana snatched it back nudged her slightly.

"Whatever you little sneak. What are you doing here?" Hana asked.

"Oh you know sneaking around, what about you and whom was that you where sitting on?" Gracell winked.

Hana's face blushed red slightly, "Come over and I will tell you, and shut it."

"Alright, alright." Gracell winked again.

Her and Gracell walked over to the twins, who started standing up when they reached the table.

"Gracell, this is Farkas and Vilkas. Farkas is the tall one and Vilkas is the shorter one," Hana laughed.

"You were right Hana, she is short. Didn't think anyone could be as shorter than you," Vilkas snorted at Gracell.

"So your Vilkas, the one she was sitting on, someone seems to have a stick up their arse," Gracell spat back with a smirk on her face, "Hana control your man would you?"

Hana's face went completely red at the comment. "He is not my man Gracell!"

Farkas started laughing at the two friends. "I like her already, nice to meet ya Gracell," he extended a hand out for Gracell to shake.

"Nice to meet ya too big fella, and please just call me Grace," she smiled at Farkas

"Please tell me that those two are together," Grace chimed to Farkas whose smile only broadened.

"Nay they're not, but they fight like they are," Farkas winked at his brother. Hana could feel the blush on her face make another appearance and looked at Vilkas. He too was just as red as she was and shoved his brother into the pillar next to him.

"Grace, you're a little shit you know that," Vilkas spat at her.

"Yep and I'm proud of it," she smiled and turned to Hana.

"Now would you please tell me what the hell has happened over the past 9 years?"

0o0

Hana and Grace were talking pretty much the whole night while Vilkas and Farkas sat down and had a few drinks. Even though Grace didn't have a filter turned on in her brain, Vilkas didn't mind the lass and could see how Hana and Grace were good friends.

"She's definitely a quick little one isn't she," Farkas laughed as he noticed that Hana had gone red again from across the room, frantically attacking Grace.

"What do you mean by that?" Vilkas queried his brother.

"She knows something that I think is pretty obvious as well," he said pointing towards the two woman giggling on the other side of the inn.

"And that is?" Vilkas asked again. He didn't get a reply back but only a smirk before Farkas got another drink. 'What the hell is that meant to mean?'

The two woman came back over to Vilkas, Hana's face a slight shade of pink.

"I forgot to mention before that there's one room with two beds and the other room that the other has a king bed. Since Grace doesn't have a room, I thought that she can bunk with us." Hana stuttered, avoiding Vilkas's gaze. "Grace and I can share the bigger bed, if that's alright with you and Farkas," Hana went on, now looking at Vilkas.

"Aye, that's fine with me." Vilkas said smoothly and took a drink from his cup.

Vilkas noticed that Grace's eyes shot open and mischievous grin appeared on her face. "You know, I can always share the double room with Farkas, since we had such a good chat earlier that we didn't get to finish." Grace winked at Farkas who had walked back over to the group.

Whatever they had been talking about, Farkas knew exactly what Grace meant, "Yeah I agree, Vilkas and Hana can take the bigger bed. I'm sure that will be fine." Farkas shared the same grin as Grace.

Hana started to stutter again, her face going red like before, "Do I get a say in this?" she demanded and looked back at Vilkas. He could feel his own face going red and scowled at his brother, who only winked in return.

"Well, I'm going to hit the sack and go to bed then. Hana I probably won't be here when you get up so, send me letter to Riften Ratway and I will get them. Goodnight all." Grace winked at Hana before skipping to her room and shutting the door.

Vilkas still had his scowl on his face when he looked at his brother. "I think I'm going to do the same thing. Good night Han. Good night Vilkas," he winked as well before trailing after Grace to his room.

Vilkas sighed and looked to Hana, who had her hands hiding her reddened face. "What were you and Grace talking about before that managed to get you into this state?"

Hana's face went bright red again, "NOTHING!" she squeaked. "She was just being a pest as usual."

Vilkas nodded in agreement and got up from his seat, his heavy armour rattling as he did so.

"We have an early start in the morning so I'm heading to bed, I suggest you do the same." Vilkas mentioned before he walked up the stairs towards his room. He heard Hana follow him up the stairs to their room.

The room itself was warm enough and a large bed centred in the room. Vilkas dropped his pack at the edge of the room, rummaging through his pack to find his spare clothes.

"I'm going to get changed. Just don't look over here okay?" Vilkas asked Hana who nodded in response and turned around.

"You don't turn around either Wolfy, may as well get changed now." She huffed.

Vilkas chuckled slightly and started undoing the straps of his heavy armour. Once he undid his chest plate, he stripped it off his toned body, put on his shirt, and did the same with his pants.

"Can I turn around yet?" He asked as he piled all his armour together in a neat pile.

"Yeah you can," she murmured back. Vilkas turned around and saw that Hana changed into her usual cream top and pants.

"Just saying that I end up sleep talking during the night so don't fuss to much," Hana said in a low voice as she reached down to grab her journal.

"Aye, that's fine. If you want I can sleep on the floor and you take the bed." He offered while staring straight into her green eyes.

He noticed Hana hesitated before she answered, "No it's fine. Just stay on your side Wolfy and we will be fine." She said after jumping onto the bed and hudling under the pelts on the bed. He noticed that she had placed his own pelt on the bed, wrapping herself in it still while looking through her book.

Vilkas walked over to the bed and sat down on the opposite side. Of course the beds mattress was hard and nowhere near comfortable but it was better than sleeping on the floor. He layed down slowly and Hana did the same.

"Vilkas," Hana mumbled, "Sorry about Grace, she is just as bad as me with her words."

Vilkas laughed slightly and just nodded, "It's fine. Should have seen this coming though, anyway I'm going to attempt to sleep. Good night Hana," he said softly after blowing out the candle in the room, leaving it pitch black. He heard Hana mumble good night and seconds later, she was lightly snoring.

During the night Vilkas woke due to his beast blood. Not once had he been able to sleep properly since his teens. There was movement on the other side where Hana was sleeping. She was tossing and turning, shaking the bed. Vilkas heard a voice in room but realised it was Hana, whimpering in her sleep. "No… not again," she whimpered in her sleep.

Vilkas sat up slightly watching the girl, she turned and he noticed in what light there was, she had gone deathly pale and sweat lined her forehead. Her whole body froze for a second before shaking violently. "NO! Auldiun, you're after me not them! Leave him alone!" she screamed in her sleep.

Vilkas moved over to Hana and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to his chest. Almost instantly, her movement ceased and only a soft whimpering was heard. Her breaths evened as she cuddled closer to Vilkas like a child does to their mother. Vilkas stared at the sleeping girl, her features had returned back to her natural beauty as she slept.

Vilkas started feeling the urge to fall back to sleep, as he stared at the young woman. He slowly lowered back down onto his pillow, still holding Hana in his arms. Her head resting in the crook of his shoulder as he laid down, she didn't even stir. Her scent intoxicated his mind, calming him wanting sleep to overcome him. Just as he too started to fall asleep, he thought he heard Hana a muffled whisper again, "Leave… Vilkas, run…" Vilkas fell asleep before he even registered what she had just said, Hana wrapped tightly in his arms.