Here's the next chapter :") I am trying to finish this story in the next month, post a chapter every week. I don't wanna start school and not have finished cause its gonna take some time to update if I do so. I also have some ideas for some more stories, I am a write-aholic I guess lol :") Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter.

I had been hiding under Sam's protection for the last month. When I had told him what had happened he unconditionally helped me, as he always had, finding an adequate shelter. He had taken me to a Farm he owned in Minnesota, that only the pack members knew about. It appeared only to be a large farm for a working man but it was more than that, it served as a safe house. I wasn't the only one here either, there more than a handful of were-wolves here and about.

The farm was large, surrounded by large fields of crops. There was also a lake less than a mile away. There were no animals besides a dog or two, for other animals did not take kindly being surrounded by shape-shifting werewolves, which by nature were their predators.

The town was about a fifteen minute drive from the farm but it was obvious that most were humans. There was only a small percentage of shifters, but in my watch they too counted as humans.

I sat by the lake on a fallen trunk not caring for the brisk winter wind that hit my face and hands, for the rest of me was prepared for the cold; with my olive coat, and warm hat, and boots. Though it was cold and the lake was nearly frozen, the sun shone high and bright casting a clean light among the sky. I had woken with a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, one of unease and…fear.

I had a dream last night, and though I do not remember much I know there was grief and pain. And fights and loss.

I heard footsteps hit the ground and turned to see who the person was. It was Sam, his cheeks were red with the cold and his eyes were bright. I had not seen him in over a month since he had brought me here. Though I missed him dearly I convinced him he should not stay with me, for it would be obvious who had helped me disappear. He would be the first Ulric would question.

He sat next to me and put his arms around me, I leaned in to his warm touch. It always amazed me that no matter how cold it was shifters body temperature was always very warm. He took my freezing hands in his warm ones.

"Perhaps, You should go inside." Hearing his soft words made me happy, made me feel safe.

"In a bit." I said, making clouds of smoke as I spoke. We did not speak for a while. But I did not need words for comfort, having him next to me was enough. We were both lost in our thoughts.

"Sam?" My voice interrupted the howling of the wind.

"Huh?" I felt his response more than I heard it, for his sweater was the only barrier between my head and his chest.

"I am afraid." My voice was devoid of emotion when I claimed those words.

"Ulric will not find you baby girl, I'll make sure of that,"

"Not of him, Sam…There is a storm breaking …and I am afraid we're not going to survive it."

"We will." He sounded so sure of himself. As if he had forgotten that I had premonitions.

"Do you really think so?" I sincerely asked him.

"I know so." He moved away a bit, enough to see my face. Perhaps he saw true worry in my eyes. For his bright eyes became dark with determination. He touched my freezing cheek with his warm hand.

"You do know, that I ain't gonna let anythin' happen to you? I won't."

I leaned into his touch and placed my hand over his.

"I know. And I thank you for it." I smiled more for his sake than mine.

"Come on lets go inside." He said rising to his feet, and taking me with him. "I can take the winter but you'll just become a nice popsicle." I laughed and smacked him on his arm.

* * *

The day passed long and uneventful. And I wished with all my heart that it would have stayed that way. But the fear in my heart and the dreams that haunted me lately were proof that everything would not be well for long.

We had all gathered on that winter evening to watch a film. Just like the kitchen this morning the living room was also full, crowded with the close to a dozen shape shifters. We had voted and obviously the testosterone full movie won. It was an annoying action flick with little mind and a lot of booms. Sam and I had sat together, him with his arm around my shoulder and me with my head on his chest. I soon fell asleep.

I awoke with a low muffled sound in my ear. I slowly opened my eyes to see that I was still in the living room. Sam's slow breathing was still beneath my head and his arms around my neck. It seemed we had both fallen asleep on the couch.

"Sam." The sound that awoke me was Kyle's, Sam's second, voice. Though Kyle rarely smiled, or laughed, his eyes tonight were filled with worry and alarm and his usually golden skin was pale and pasty.

I knew when Sam had awoken for his breathing changed.

"What's wrong?" He said, his voice tainted still with sleep.

"MacKayla just called, There's been an attack on the mother coven."

We sat up then.

"How-Wait, What?" I could not believe what I had heard.

"Is she still on line?"

"No. There are many wounded to tend to. We need to send backup as soon as possible, they are expecting another attack.

"Yes, they'll be attacked before they can recover." I knew now what I had seen in the dream. I had once visited the Castle in Wicklow, Ireland that was home to the mother coven. And thinking of the cold gray walls there was no mistaken that then were the same of my dreams.

"Shit." Sam said and I knew that he was truly worried for he never cursed in from of me.

"Any terms of a plan?" Kyle asked Sam.

"This is it. The Final battle. Its time for everybody to pick a side. Call all the Alpha's and let them know that its time. We have to remove the Council from power."

I stood up. "Sam, if we stand against the council we'll be fighting two wars on two fronts we cannot afford that."

"We can. You've been away from us too long. There are so many of us, we outnumber them all. And we can take 'em." His eyes burned bright with determination.

"How?"

"We've been rising an army, Ava. We've just been waitin' for the right time. And there'll be no better time than this one. Kyle make the calls to prepare the jet, we are going to Ireland." Kyle immediately left.

Sam told me the cliff notes version of the plan. Turns out it wasn't really a plan, we were just going to attack. Over the last months all of the members of the resistance; werewolves, vampires, and fey alike, had a silent agreement to prepare for a battle soon approaching. At the chosen time everybody would launch an attack on the enemy, we had first to terminate the coven, for the ancients would not stand to see their position demoted. In the next few days, prior to the next attack on the Coven the resistance was going to place hits on Master vampires and those who oppose humanity. We would take as make head players as we could on the low before attacking publicly. It was going to be a wild war and as such it could only be won gradually. And there would be battle for control afterwards. But though the plans had changed, our goals still remained the same. Terminate the threat that was Logan to everybody's freedom. For Logan had no respect for no living things. We fought for balance.

"There is going to be a lot of blood spilt." I told him. My voice was tainted with dread.

"I know. But I rather make sacrifices for the freedom of the next generation."

"I am going with you."

"No." We both knew that I was viewed as a plague by the mother coven for the vampire blood that ran through my veins. And I hated them just as much for they had taken my mother from me. But we were both willing to put our differences aside for the greater good.

"Do not fight me on this Sam." I told him.

"I don't want you hurt." He told me, his blue eyes full of concern.

I placed my hand on his face, and he seemed to lean in to my touch. He placed his hands on my hips.

"I am going to survive this." I spoke with as much conviction as I could. For I had seen that he would die in attempt to save me. I had also seen that if he was not near me, to intervene when I died then he would lie a full life and find happiness. Two choices, my life for his, or his life for mine.

He leaned into me and place a chaste kiss on my lips. His lips were warm and soft. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent. I took it inside of me. His chaste kiss was a surprise. I never though he fell any type of attraction towards me besides protective love.

I did not move away from him, because I intended to choose him over myself. I will do everything possible to see make that vision of him happy come true. I knew that he would find love and that it would not be me. He would see the difference soon enough.

I smiled at him.

"Another thing Ava."

"Yes."

"I am going to call Ulric."

Ulric. I had not thought of him. My heart tightened in fear. Fear for myself, for I did not know how he took Boian's death. And Fear for him. I did not want him to die in this battle. In my dreams I had also spoken to mother wolf, she who came to me in the form of a wolf. She helped me sort out my visions.

She had said that If the If the red-wolf died, The wolf-ruler would die too.

The only red wolf I knew was Sam, his fur was as red as his hair, and I did not know who the wolf-ruler was until I realized that she had not literally meant 'ruler of wolves' but one who's name meant so. Ulric meant wolf-ruler.

I needed to save the two most…unique men in my life.

"He needs to know. I ain't going to tell him your with me." He said.

"I'll call him." I said.

* * *

I leaned my but against the dark mahogany desk in the study. The walls were covered in books but I could not focus enough to read any of the tittles. Each phone ring in my ear made my heart beat faster and my throat become dryer. I held the phone tight against my ear.

He answered on the fourth ring.

"Ulric Speaking." He simply said. I could not bring myself to answer. His voice sounded smooth and even a bit distracted. I could only picture him in his study, or in his bedroom.

"Ulric." I said after a few seconds. I was ashamed of how rough my voice sounded.

"Where the hell have you been?" He sounded focused now, his voice was a loud growl in my ear.

"Um, I" I was speechless and I did not know why. It angered me enough to help me gain back my voice.

"Ava?" His voice sounded softer.

"I am calling to tell you to prepare for the battle. The mother coven has been attacked and we are going to provide them reinforcements-"

"Are you with Sam?" He asked me interrupting me.

"Yes I am, but that's not important right now-"

"You killed Boian, but I don't care Ava. Come back to me. I'll not have you harmed in this war-" It would have sounded nice, if it wasn't for the commanding tone in his voice.

"Ulric listen to me! I am going to Ireland with Sam. The Mother Coven has been attacked, and there's been a lot of bloodshed. Over two hundred of the most powerful witches in the country have been murdered, two hundred of our best defense players. They will be attacked again in four days timed. I saw it. And we are going to be there before that. We'll keep out of sight until the next attack-"

"Has Samuel approved of your going with him?"

"He does not need to approve! I am going no matter what!" I nearly screamed at him.

"If that dog puts you in harms way, I will tear his neck out! You are to stay out of the battle, do you understand!"

"Hell no! I sure as hell am not going to stand down when I can fight too. Damn it Ulric, I will fight this battle if it's the last thing I do."

I could hear his murmur under his breath on the line.

"Very well. I'll see you in Ireland." He said.

"No, you wont. You are staying in the states, we need you here." I knew that he understood he was needed here and not in Ireland. And I hope he stayed here. One less person to worry about.

"Do not presume to tell me what I will and will not do, You will either come here with me or I'll go to your Ireland and lock you in a cage if that's what it takes to keep you safe."

I did not understand Ulric. He had told me that he would kill me if he had to. But today he spoke of my safety as if he cared for me. I pushed the though away from my head, I did not need any more problems than I had at hand.

"Goodbye Ulric. Sam will call the day of the attack."

I hung up the phone with a heavy heart.

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