"Why are we prolonging the enable? Holly isn't going to pick Fury." said Atropos as she leaned against the lounge chair. She and her sisters were relaxing as they discussed Holly's predicament. They are so used to being in control of others that they found it odd to release it their loyal servant.

"What if she does? There is a chance." said Clotho.

"Are you serious?" asked Lachesis.

Clotho shrugged. "Maybe."

"Trace is her mate." stated Atropos.

"You don't get to decide that now." Clotho reminded her.

"Out of all of them Trace is the perfect match for her." agreed Lachesis.

"You don't get to decide that either." said Clotho.

"Are you implying that you do?" Atropos and Lachesis said in unison.

"The choice is Holly's. Not mines, not yours," she looked at Atropos, "and not yours," she looked at Lachesis, "and not his." she as Savitar and Hades materialized in the room.

"Any of you seen Holly?" asked Savitar as soon as he appeared.

"No." said the sisters, although men were not allowed in their temple, they ignored the rule for the two of them.

"Shouldn't she be with Lacy?" said Atropos.

"We don't know where she is either." said Hades.

"I would check her bedroom," suggested Clotho, "or her closet."

"Lacy's not there. She's missing." said Hades. "Holly is with Mintha. She's lose."

The three sisters turned their accusing gaze on to Savitar when they heard this.


"You're not ready." said Lacy.

"Y-yes I am." stuttered Holly, although what Lacy said was true.

"No."

Holly pressed her lips together, secretly relived that Lacy was not forcing her to see Fury again. She really was not ready. Lacy truly knew her better than she knew herself. Holly was only attempting to encourage Lacy to see Ambrosius because her friend was suffering. Somehow things got carried away and she said things without thinking them through. If someone as strong as Lacy went into shock from something like that, Holly could only imagine how she would react when she sees Fury and Angelia together in any form. It would break her heart.

"I realize that I have handled everything wrong." began Lacy.

"Handled what wrong?"

"You. Because of our close friendship, I have handled you with gloves."

"You have?"

"I have failed you as a doctor and I am sorry."

"You haven't failed me. You're a great doctor. Please don't leave me." Holly said desperately, tears welling in her eyes.

"No, no," Lacy pulled her into a hug, "I'm not going to leave you. I was admitting my mistakes, but I am not going to leave you. Never."

Holly hugged her in returned, happy that Lacy was not abandoning her. Lacy never would, but there was still that fear of being alone. Abandoned.

"From now on I am going to be serious. Brace yourself."

Holly didn't know how Lacy normally treated her patient, but she had complete trust in her abilities. Whatever she was going to do to her she would hold her head up, straightened her spine, and face it.


Wrath opened her eyes and breathed in the scent of fresh water of the small pond she was washing herself in. She had fallen asleep, leaving herself vulnerable. She couldn't allow it to happen again. It was too dangerous. She didn't fear that Faron would happen upon her right now. After years of running, she had figured out his pattern. He would appear when she was in heat. Lost in a fog of sexual need, he would take her and she would give in because the wolf inside of her craved his touch. He was the only one she had ever known. She had attempted her best to fight against it, but she would always lose. Afterward, she would feel ashamed of herself and run from him. Time and time again, he would find her no matter where she went. To temporarily elude him, she had to bath often and rubbed heavy scented plants on to her skin to hid her scent.

As Wrath got out of the water, Mintha, in disguise as Lacy, sat on the branch of a tree watching her. Since Lacy was disable for the time being, Mintha decided to take over Holly's case. From what she had witnessed, everyone was being to lenient with Holly because of the abuse she had endured. What had happened to Holly was unfortunate, but she must face her past.

Wrath put her old, worn dress over her head and patted it down. She walked through the dense forest, making her way back to the cave. Mintha had stripped the knowledge of the future from Wrath as a part of her treatment. All she remembered was this point in time. Mintha had brought her into the past because this was the very moment where Wrath could have avoided her fate. They were going to see if Wrath would make the same decision twice.


"Is something wrong?" Fury asked Angelia, who lay next to him in bed.

She was acting strange ever since they got back home from Bride's parents.

"Nothing." she replied with a high pitched voice that aroused his suspicion.

"Lia what is it? Tell me."

"It's nothing." she insisted and rolled to her side to face away from him.

Fury wasn't going to let it go, but he allowed her to think he did. Resting his head on the pillow, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Unbeknown to Fury and Angelia, Furry was sitting in a corner of their bedroom watching them. After Fury fell asleep, Furry went to him and pressed his nose on his head, removing mental barriers and unlocking his memories.


Fury smelled her sweet scent before he heard her. He opened his eyes and jumped up to greet her. The smile she gave him made him want to do back flips all over the cave they were sharing. When she got close, he inhaled her scent. It was fresh and clean from the bath she just had. Although she was overly thin and pale looking, it didn't hinder her beauty. The sight of her in her worn, yet clean dress made his heart skipped a beat.

"I fell asleep. Were you waiting for me long?" she asked.

When she stopped in front of him, he saw that her dress was partially wet and clinging to her body and outlining her curves. He turned his head away. The sight of her like that was causing havoc with his mind. It made him develop inappropriate thoughts. He focused on her eyes. Her topaz eyes that glow in the night.

She walked passed him and went further into the dark cave, her head low and her expression grim. Fury feared that she was upset with him for never answering her back. He wanted to follow her and explain his silence, but how could he explain something he didn't understand himself. After spending - who knew how long - laying on the ground waiting to die, his had lost his voice and the ability to transform into a human.

Fury rested his chin over his paws as he stared out from the cave into the dark sky. The only light available was from the glowing moon above. His ears and nose twitched from a sound in the distant and the hint of a foreign scent, he pushed himself up to scan the open area. Behind him she emerged, a dark figure with a soft voice and sweet scent.

"Fury, I think we should leave." she said in slight panic.

Fury turned his head to look at her, wondering what she was talking about and why she was trembling.

"We can't stay here anymore. He's coming..."

Before Fury could reply, his body stiffen with the knowledge of a strange presence. The scent he had smelled earlier was closer. He turned back to the entrance of the cave and growled.

"No." the woman behind him whispered. "Let's go. We must leave now."

Heeding the plea in her voice, he fought the instinct to fight and stopped growling. The woman stepped out of the cave. With the moonlight shining bright, revealing the frightened look on her face. Without question he followed her, remaining alert for any sign of danger.

"He's here run!"

Fury yelped when and invisible force knocked him off his feet and threw him across a large tree.

"Fury!"

The woman rushed to him as he fell on to the ground. Fury winced in pain. No doubt something was broken, but he didn't allow that to stop him from forcing himself back up and face his attacker.

"Stop! Leave him alone!" Fury heard her cried as she stood in front of him.

Inhaling deeply, Fury noticed the distinct scent of an Arcadian. He attempted to walk around her but she held him back. It was the first time that she had ever touched him skin to skin and he thought he was going to die from the sheer pleasure of it. The soft sigh she expelled proved to him that she was feeling the same way.

"Who the fuck is he?" someone asked in a deadly cold voice and that pulled them from their moment.

Fury looked up and stared at the intruder in surprise. It was him, yet not. The Arcadian had the same coloring as him, long white-blond hair, turquoise eyes, and maybe a bit more tanner, but he looked just like him. Fury turned to her for answers.

"He doesn't know anything. Leave him alone."

"You seem to care a lot about him." the Arcadian sneered.

By the possessiveness in his voice and the jealous glare he was sending him, Fury could tell that he was her lover. Fury didn't care what type of relationship the two of them had because from the looks of it, it was over, but the Arcadian wasn't getting the hint. Fury growled at him. He stopped when he felt her hold on him tightened.

"Don't." she whispered and he obeyed, but that didn't mean anything to the Arcadian. He was on top of Fury before he knew it, punching and strangling him. Fury was defending himself as best he could, but the Arcadian was physically and magically stronger. All Fury could feel was pain, his bones were breaking, and he was bleeding from cuts the Arcadian was magically inflecting upon him.

"No. Please!" she begged, throwing herself over Fury to shield him from her lover's attacks. Pressing her entire body over his, the blood oozing from his wounds smeared over her hands an face. His blood got into her eye, but she blinked it away.

"What is he to you?" demanded the Arcadian.

There was a long pause before she answered, "Just a poor Were I found."

It was the last thing Fury hear before he lost consciousness. When he regained conscious, his nose twitched as he smelled blood, tears, and sweat. He opened his eyes his gaze connected with hers. One of her eyes was clouded with crimson blood. She turned away in shame. She was laying on the ground with blood covering her face. The Arcadian's massive body draped over hers. He was tearing at her dress, kissing her.

Fury wanted to look away. Close his eyes, but he couldn't. The Arcadian wouldn't let him. He was using his magic to force him to watch. His ears were ringing, but he was able to register her voice above all else.

"Please help him."

NO DON'T! Fury screamed in his head, praying she could hear him. He wasn't worth it. Don't beg for his life.

No...Wrath...no...


"Wrath! Wrath!" Fury called out as he stood up from his bed, clutching his head.

"Fury what's wrong?" asked Angelia as she shook him.

Fury was unable to hear Angelia's voice. His mind was still trapped within his own memory. The scene of Wrath being raped was played over and over again before his eyes.

Not knowing what was happening to Fury, Angelia rushed out of their room and called for help. Vane, Bride, as well and the half of their pack came bursting into the room.

"Help! Something is wrong with him!" cried Angelia.

Fang flashed into the room and wedged himself between Fury and Angelia. "You're suffocating him! Back off!" He pulled Fury up and roughly shook him.

"Fang stop!" ordered Vane.

"Don't hurt him." pleaded Bride and Fury fell on the floor and screamed.

"It's okay I got this." promised Fang, "I'm going to kill it."

"You're going to kill him?" someone shouted from the back, causing chaos.

"I'm not killing him - I'm killing it!" Fang conjured his sword.

Vane took the sword from him. "Oh hell no!"

Bride quickly went on the other side of the bed to pull Fury away from the two brothers as they fought over the sword. While Angelia hide behind a large pack member to protect herself.

"Let go! I'm trying to help him!"

"Not until you explain what's going on."

"He's possessed by a demon. I have to kill it to save him."

"STOP!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at Fury after his voice overpowered theirs.

Fury's gaze slide over each of their faces and landed on Bride. "What are you all doing in here?"

"You were possessed by a demon and going crazy." said Fang.

"No I was..." Fury shut his mouth and went silent. "I'm fine."

"You're eye is normal again." said Bride. "Look! He must've got rid of the demon on his own."

"Yeah," said Fury, "and I'm exhausted. I need to rest."

Although no one truly understood what had happened, they went out of the room and back down to the living room. Bride, Vane, Fang, and Angelia stayed behind.

"I want to be alone, please."

Bride, Vane, and Fang left the room but Angelia remained.

"It's those nightmares isn't it?" she said, sitting on the bed next to him.

"It's nothing. I...I don't remember it."


The moment Mintha ended the memory, Holly ran to her and hugged her tightly, burying her head in Mintha's shoulder.

"You chose to save him over yourself again," Mintha said thoughtfully.

"He was my friend. How could I not?"

"That wasn't a mere memory. Do you realize that?"

"What do you mean?"

"You had the ability to change your fate. I took you into the past and you sacrificed yourself again. This shows me that you are going to sacrifice your happiness for his."

Holly opened her mouth to talk, but nothing came out and buried her head deeper into Mintha's shoulder.

"Before you make any decisions you should talk to Fury."

"I want to talk to him." agreed Holly.