The months that followed were filled with a happiness I had never known before. We spent nights together as a pack while I grew to understand and trust my wolf.

My skin was drenched in sweat and I began to shiver as a cold wind blew over my bare body. I didn't know where I was or what was happening. I realized I was sitting in a giant pile of fur, completely naked. Slowly I pushed myself up, my legs were wobbly and I had trouble moving them. I began to panic, I had no memory of what led me here or why I felt like I had been trampled by a mammoth. My vision began to blur as tears filled my eyes and I tried to push myself forward through the forest. I leaned against a tree, the bark felt abnormally rough against my fingers.

My blood froze when I heard something approaching behind me. I forced myself to turn around. My legs crumpled beneath me when I came face to face with a huge werewolf. It felt like an eternity that I stared into his one dead eye before I found my voice and screamed. My chest heaved as I sobbed uncontrollably. I was going to die out here and I didn't even know where here was.

"Dyre!" I heard Farkas call, and my heart lept in my chest.

"Farkas!" I screamed, trying to push myself up so I could run away from the wolf that was just staring at me.

"Dyre!" He called when he came into view.

My legs gave out again as he caught me. "It's just Skjor." He held me as I cried. "Only Skjor."

"I can't remember…" I sobbed.

"I know." He stroked my hair and soothed my nerves. "We were out hunting, you were in your wolf form."

"I…" I began to remember flashes. "I remember changing."

"Yes." He loosened his grip on me. "When you began to change back before we had planned I knew you wouldn't remember anything." He smiled down at me.

"Thank you for finding me." I smiled back.

After I had settled down and we were preparing to walk back to Jorrvaskr I turned to face Skjor, who was still in his wolf form. "I am sorry." I reached towards him. He lowered his muzzle so I could scratch the top of it. "You're very intimidating." He let out a quick snort. I laughed.

The nights we weren't out hunting we spent wrapped in one another.

I exhaled deeply and closed my eyes. The feeling of ecstasy continued to wind its way through my body. "Mmmm." I moaned softly.

"I take it that was a good one…" Farkas chuckled, his voice husky.

"Oh yes." I smiled, my eyes still closed. "Best one yet."

I could feel him brush some of my hair away from my face. "I love you Dyre." He whispered to me.

My eyes flew open and I looked at him. I knew he loved me, and I knew I loved him; but this was the first time one of us had said it.

"I love you too." I smiled.

"It's nice to hear it." He cupped my face with his large hand. "And to say it."

"Yes it is." My chest felt like it was going to explode, instead my eyes filled with tears.

"What's wrong?" Farkas' face grew serious. "You're crying."

"No." I wiped the tears away. "I am just…" I laughed.

"What?" Farkas looked confused. "What is it?"

"I can't remember ever being this happy."

The warmth of the fire in the center of the great hall warmed my icy cold limbs. I sighed and leaned back in the chair I had been resting in. Closing my eyes I could feel myself falling asleep as the fire continued to warm me. I had never felt more at home.

It had been several days since I had left to complete the task that Kodlak had given me. I was tired and my bones ached from the frost that had spread across the land the night before.

"You can't come with me." I shook my head.

"But I don't have anything else I have to do. Why can't I join you on your journey at least, I won't help with the task." Farkas was almost begging like a child, his face etched with worry.

"I have to do this completely on my own." I sat the bed next to him, rest my hand on his arm. "No one can know what I am doing for Kodlak."

"I understand." He hung his head. "I just don't like it."

I placed my hands on either side of his face and lifted it to meet with mine. "You are so protective of me, and yet I wouldn't be as strong as I am today without your encouragement." I smiled at him. "Your strength will be with me."

He returned my smile. "Yes." He rested his hands over mine. "But I'd still like to go with you."

I rolled my eyes and heaved a heavy sigh. "You're impossible."

I could see the light that came from Whiterun as I made my way over the last hilltop. "About time." I mumbled to myself. "These damn heads weigh more than I'd like to admit."

I stood over the dead creature. Kodlak had said that they may have once been only witches; I didn't believe him. The stench rising from the corpse made my stomach turn.

"Disgusting." I breathed and kicked the body. "I can't believe Kodlak needs a head from one of these."

As I headed out of the cave I began to wonder if only one head would be enough. I had no desire to return to this place. I found a place near the opening of the cave to hide the first head and turned back towards the darkness, resolved to end all the Hagravens.

I could feel that something wasn't right the moment I entered Whiterun. The tension in the air was high and I could smell blood. I hoisted the bag of heads up over my shoulder and quickened my pace to a jog through the city. I froze as soon as I came to the steps of Jorrvaskr. There were at least three bodies lining the walkway.

"The Silverhand." Torvar informed me; He was standing over one of the bodies.

My blood froze in my veins and all thought left my mind. I barreled up the stairs and pushed the doors open. I couldn't believe what was before my eyes.

Hello again everyone! I am sorry for the serious delay in getting this out. I will try my best to continue working on this story. I am working on a few new stories to add to this series as well. :)