Fear spun the world around me until I was dizzy. It numbed my body so that the branch, my only weapon, fell to the ground at my feet with a thunk and alerted the wolves to my exact location. It choked off the air in my lungs and froze me in place so that when they pulled away from the tree to investigate I couldn't run. I couldn't even move.

"Well, Cass," Sabin said, eyes on the tree I was standing behind, "Looks like you were right."

She didn't seem as amused by this fact as he did and clenched her hands into tight fists at her sides. "Is it a vampire?" she asked, and the fear in her voice might have made a less terrified girl feel a little better.

"If it was, it would have traced by now." He replied, then smiled toward me, though I knew they hadn't actually seen me yet.

From what had been explained to me by the hunters, werewolves did have keen senses, the best of which being their sense of smell, which surpassed even a vampire's. Their eyesight however, while greatly more acute than any human could hope to be, was nothing compared to a bloodsucker. In the dark, they're ability to see was only fractionally better than my own. I however had already been sniffed out thanks to the change in wind. The same way I had back in Windsor forest, when Josep had attacked me.

"Am I right?" I realized that the wolf was speaking to me, but didn't have the ability to respond if I'd wanted to. "That just leaves one option, assuming you're here with the vampire, and it's too much of a coincidence for you not to be."

"A shadow?" Cassidy asked, and her tension drained just a bit.

Sabin stepped forward, keeping his posture unthreatening, or attempting to, though it was a moot point with me. "So you're human, aren't you?" he asked, smiling a devilish grin that nearly put Isaac's to shame. "You came here because he told you to, I get that, but I'm going to take you in. There's no getting around it."

At the thought of being any closer to the wolves, my body finally released and I fell back a step, snapping a twig beneath my foot.

"Don't be stupid." He said at the sound, leaning forward as if readying a charge. "You must know what I am, which means you know that you can't outrun me. If you try I'll have to assume you're a threat and I will catch you. Don't make it come to that."

I stared at him from my hidden place in the shadows of the trees, not daring to move again. I wasn't stupid enough to think this meant he was friendly; he just wanted to avoid complications and was trying to appeal to me as best he could, given the circumstances. That didn't meant I could bolt either, which left me frozen again, and trembling as if I'd just swam a frozen river.

"Sabin, what are you waiting for?" Cassidy hissed, her yellow-gold wolf eyes shining when the light hit them. "Stop fucking around and get it."

Thankfully he ignored her, and instead took a small step forward.

"I promise I won't hurt you if you cooperate," he said, and I nearly laughed in my panic. "You can't stay here. If you don't come out I'll have to come get you."

"Sabin!" Cassidy tried again, and he turned to shoot her a look. I took that moment to fall back a few more steps and his head snapped back the second I did.

"I won't warn you again. Either come out right now, or this will turn ugly."

I closed my eyes, sucking air into my starved lungs and swallowed the whimper of fear that tried to push from my throat. There was nothing in this world I could think of that I wanted less than to obey. Hell, if I'd thought it would help, I would have climbed the tree in front of me rather than walk into the moonlight where they could see me. Unfortunately, I had no choice, and if it kept them at bay for even a minute longer, I had to do it. My knees nearly gave out when I moved forward, and the world once again began spinning, but I braced myself against the tree and with a deep breath, stepped around it.

Whatever Sabin had expected to emerge from the shadows, it hadn't been me. Not a small, thin girl. He stared at me transfixed a moment, confusion sliding across his face and then disappearing just as quickly. He titled his head, looking me over, then grinned and glanced back at the angry, female werewolf.

"Go tell Malachi we have more visitors than we'd thought."

Cassidy, wringing her hands, looked between us and gulped. "But if she's here there has to be more. What if I run into an actual vamp?"

Sabin's eyes snapped to her, lighting up to their strange buttery-gold color and he let out a low growl that shouldn't have been capable of leaving human vocal cords. Not even Isaac sounded like a real animal when he growled. The girl ducked her head in a sign of submission and sped off into the trees like a bullet.

"As for you," He said turning back to me and sending a cold slither of fear through my gut with the attention, "Where has you're master run off to? I don't think he'd leave a pretty thing like you all by yourself." When he smiled every tooth was pointed, "These woods are dangerous for little girls."

I nearly jumped from my skin when a howl rose up from the trees not far off. It was greeted by another and then another, making my stomach twist into knots and my hands shake violently at my sides. The wolf say this, and his confidence doubed visibly. Not that i think he was trying to hide it at all.

"Speaking of which," Sabin murmured, cocking his head toward the sound. "I think we found your friend."

"No." I chanted under my breath, "No no no…"

Sabin glanced my way. Despite the yard or two of distance between us, he'd heard me. Before he could comment however, Sanura stumbled through the thick trees, a great mammoth of a man holding her by the upper arm. He was followed by a shorter young man in torn jeans and nothing else. The giant came to a stop near Sabin, nodding toward Sanura who seemed to be checking that I was uninjured. His voice was deep, nearly a growl, as he spoke.

"We found it wondering around at the edge of the property. She's with the other one, but she claims he ordered her to stay off our land."

Sabin checked to see I was still there before turning to the mammoth. "Send out a bigger party to search the rest of the territory. If there are any other leeches roaming around I want them taken in."

"And if they resist?" The smaller boy asked, his restless brown eyes skipping between Sanura and me.

Sabin didn't hesitate. "Kill them."

"And this one?" The big guy asked giving Sanura a rough shake.

"Don't hurt her!" The words just flew out of my mouth. All eyes went to me and Sanura frowned, a bit confused. She shook her head letting it hang forward, exasperated as Sabin started to laugh.

"Oh! OK. I get it." He said, looking between us. "That's hot." He mocked clapping once in amusement. Sanura straitened, batting her lashes at me for their benefit.

"Don't listen to them, kitten. The pigs are just jealous."

"Who wouldn't be?" the little one grinned, but Sabin growled inhumanly again, baring his teeth.

"Don't you have something to do?" he asked. The kid sighed heavily and moved to leave.

"On it." He said, less than thrilled, then disappeared in the direction Cassidy had taken.

"We should bring them to Malachi. He won't like that the leech isn't keeping to his word." The mammoth said looking over Sanura with mild interest.

"Well shit." Sanura sighed, "Isaac's gunna kill me."

"He might not get the chance." The Mammoth said lifting her up onto her toes.

I'd wrapped my arms around myself a long time ago, ready to collapse into the fetal position if any of them came toward me. How could this be happening? Anything, ANYTHING except werewolves. Why hadn't Isaac told me? I would have locked myself in our hotel room and remained there until we left the state.

Something large disrupted the ground just beyond the trees. While Sabin and the others seemed uninterested, my head snapped in its direction. Please no. I thought. I couldn't see one, not like that. My shaking grew more violent, my eyes wide, and I had trouble taking my next breath. Fear knotted in my stomach so tightly I thought I would vomit.

And then a great shadow stepped from the trees. It wasn't just a wolf; that was easy enough to tell. The beast was too big, easily the size of a bear, and its front legs were longer than any wolf's, a mix of canine and human. Should it want, it could stand upright. Its shoulders could rotate as far as any human, which meant it was deadly both on two legs and four. Its teeth were longer than the average wolf when it bared them at the no doubt unpleasant smell of vampire, more menacing as it shook its great black mane and growled. They were sharp and strong, meant for shredding flesh as any other predator. And then there were the eyes. Big, terrifying yellow eyes that reflected the moonlight when it turned to me, hackles rising, and turned it red as blood.

The teeth and its nearly finger-like front paws held a bacteria of sorts. The infection was incurable once it reached the blood, replicating too fast to be removed. It would burn like fire under the skin until it got to the heart, and then it was too late. It moved to the brain then, making them irrational, violent, and paranoid, as it swelled inside their skull. Generally this virus killed, not many could survive the change and subsequent sickness that came with the virus, the boiling blood and agony of the first forced change, so thankfully wolves weren't multiplying like rats. There was always the exceptions however, the strong ones. I remembered these facts, clinging to them as I always had and for a moment I met the beasts eyes, the eyes of an animal, but far too intelligent, as expressive as any human's. These eyes expressed the deep-seeded urge to rip Sanura and me apart for trespassing.

"No Mira!"

I heard Sanura yell the words, but couldn't make much sense of them. Didn't care to. All I knew was that my feet were moving back in the direction I'd first come. Branches snagged my hair and clothing, but I didn't care. I had to get away. Oh god, I couldn't be here, not with that thing. Not with any of them.

I hadn't gotten very far when something barreled into me from behind. I screamed, but the sound cut off when I hit the ground and the thing followed, knocking all the air from my lungs and leaving me gasping. We rolled and the thing pinned me on my belly, pressing down over me with a warning growl, but it was hands that held me still, not claws or teeth.

"That was very stupid." Sabin's voice was in my ear. His skin was hot, like he had a fever, and the contrast between us was making my trembling worse.

"Never run from a predator, shadow girl. Do you know why?"

I was crying now, eyes closed and face smashed into the dirt.

"Food runs." He said. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck. He nuzzled into my hair, drew in the scent of me, and growled low in his throat. The sound he'd made for Cassidy. "And you smell delicious."

"Don't…I didn't mean...please don't hurt me." I couldn't stop crying, so I'm not sure how he understood me through the sobbing, but the wolf chuckled and gave me a little squeeze.

"Then behave yourself and we won't have a problem." He pulled me to my feet then, letting me draw away from him, but keeping a bruising hold on my arm. I brushed away the dirt on my chest and stomach, but didn't like the way his eyes followed the motion and stopped.

"I'm sorry." I sniffled, wiping my eyes, though it was useless. "I was frightened." Absolute terror had me rambling everything that came into my head, but he didn't seem surprised.

"And now?" he asked, pulling me closer, "Are you still frightened?"

I nodded.

Sabin grinned, eyes flashing pale gold, "Good." And with that he started to walk, dragging me along with him. Panicking, I fought it, digging my heels into the dirt and trying to pry off his fingers with my free hand. It didn't make much of a difference, but seemed to irritate him.

Rolling his eyes, Sabin yanked me closer and lifted me off the ground without even a grunt of effort, throwing me over his shoulder. I screamed, kicking and beating at his back, but he took little notice. He glanced toward the darkness where everyone else still waited and whistled short and loud to signal my capture, then started running through the trees, picking up speed as we went. I don't know how he managed it, but he never tripped, never stumbled or slowed to avoid an obstacle. Every rock and fallen branch was simply leapt over or used as leverage to gain more speed. It was as if he'd been made for the forest. The ride was bumpy, and soon I was clinging to his back rather than hitting it. Eventually the trees thinned however, and his pace slowed. Then, when I thought I would rattle right in half on his shoulder, he was walking again and we'd reached some sort of clearing.

It must have been their house, I thought, seeing what looked to be a small guest house across the huge lawn. There were others here as well, stopping to stare and whisper amongst one another as Sabin carried me toward the main building and up onto a wrap-around porch. Some pointed, others growled like dogs and the rest only stared with open curiosity. From what I could tell, this place was huge, easily able to support a small pack of ravenous dogs like them.

"Alright." I said as Sabin opened a screen door and stepped into the cool room. The house was freezing, but I'm sure to him it was fantastic. "I can walk now." I'm not sure where the courage came from, or perhaps it wasn't courage at all. Perhaps the panic was messing with my head and the fear and anger were taking their toll.

The wolf ignored me, closing the door behind him and greeting the few surprised voices I heard behind me. I didn't like not being able to see where we were going, nor the fact that I was being man-handled by a fucking werewolf.

"Christ, another one?" someone said, sounding disgusted. Chairs scraped across the hard-wood floor and heavy footfalls neared us.

"No, that one's human."

"She smells different."

"Must be a shadow." A feminine voice huffed, making the word sound slimy and disgraceful, "Pathetic little bitch, isn't she?"

Sabin laughed at that and was walking again. We moved into a hallway and I glared at the creatures still grouped in the living room, starring at me. The girl who'd spoken had crossed her arms, dark eyes narrowed. On an impulse I couldn't understand, I gave her the finger and watched as that brown lightened and became the goldish-yellow color I associated with these dogs. Like Isaac's black eyes, theirs turned gold. Which meant either Sabin had yet to calm down, or his eyes simply remained that color.

What did that say about him exactly?

"Will you let me go already?" I asked, slapping his back. I felt him shake his head and a laugh rumbled up through his chest to jostle me about again.

"Can't have you running off again, now can I?"

"Where the hell would I run? We're inside and I'm surrounded!"

"You're not wrong." He agreed and paused to open another door.

"Put me down, goddamn it!" I cried as he stepped into a wood-paneled room and turned to shut the thick door behind him.

It was an office, large enough to be what seemed the meeting room and filled with 7 others, including a relieved looking Sanura and Isaac, whose eyes were black and narrowed. The former was sitting on a leather couch pressed back against the wall, the huge wolf from before standing beside her with a large hand on her shoulder. Apparently they'd arrived while I was being chased down. Isaac was standing, unguarded, if you didn't count the four wolves scattered around the office and the one sitting behind the large wooden desk. He looked first at me then at the bastard who had yet to put me on my feet, fists balled tightly at his side. Sabin turned back to face the room so I was once again blind to it, shifting me on his shoulder for a better grip.

"I have the pack out looking for others. So far there have only been the leech and her shadow."

"Put her down." Isaac said, and it sounded as if he spoke through his teeth.

Sabin's grip on me tightened, but someone else cleared their throat and he paused. By the way the room went suddenly still, I assumed it was the wolf behind the great desk, the one who had to be Malachi. He must have been their Alpha. From what I'd glimpsed, he was older, mid-forties at the least, though built for his age (being an animal must keep them all in great shape) with graying hair and hard copper-colored eyes. I think I might have even spotted a row of scars that stretched from the side of his neck down into his tailored shirt collar. Someone had tried to rip out his throat, it seemed.

"So she is your shadow, vampire?" he asked in a gruff, amused voice. "Then why leave her unattended in the care of another? It was my understanding that your kind does not like to share."

"She wasn't supposed to be here at all. Neither of them was." The last part, I knew, was directed at Sanura because she sighed wearily.

"It was boring at that disgusting place and I was worried about you."

"Bullshit." He snapped and she didn't speak again.

This was all fantastic, but it was getting harder to breathe with my ribs crushed against Sabin's shoulder, and I didn't like my ass in the air and facing everyone.

"Isaac, he won't put me down." I said, pushing at his back in an attempt to free myself. The fucker was strong, I'd give him that, but it was getting old fast.

Malachi chuckled, "Sabin, if you'd be so kind…"

The wolf's hand moved up the back of my jeaned legs and over my ass blatantly before he let me slide onto the floor in front of him. He was watching Isaac now, a small smirk to rival the vampire's curling his lips. Being in the room with Isaac bolstered my courage. The moment my feet touched the hardwood, I reared back a fist and punched Sabin in the gut with all the strength I could muster. He stumbled back a step, but laughed at me, grabbing my wrists.

"Lively little bitch, isn't she?" he asked, tugging me back against his chest and holding my wrists in one hand.

"Excuse me?" I asked open-mouthed. From the couch Sanura waved for my attention.

"He means female, sweets, but feel free to be insulted anyway."

"I will." I said, trying to elbow him in the gut, but he avoided it, laughing again with the other wolves in the room.

"Back to the matter at hand." Malachi said, eyeing Sabin in a way that said he wasn't amused. The wolf sobered instantly, along with the others. They listened to their Alpha, which worked for me, though they seemed more like a family than Colette and her Seethe. He was the daddy figure among the rest of these insolent little boys. Point made, he turned his attention to Isaac.

"You say that Accalia is safe, unharmed, and waiting to be delivered to us."

"Correct." Isaac said, taking his focus from Sabin, though it seemed difficult. A tiny part of me felt a swell of something like pride at that.

"Then why is it you're people have not simply brought her back to us? Surely it would be easier than all this." Malachi gestured vaguely at the room.

"It has always been policy to keep what wanders into our territories, Mr. Lykaios, for your people as well as mine. And forgive me, but any vampire dragging one of yours back to your doorstep wouldn't be met with hospitality."

The Alpha smiled, steepling his hands on the desk in front of him. "No. I suppose not." His eyes snapped up suddenly to narrow slightly on Isaac. "But is it not also curious that you promised only one negotiator and brought instead two others?"

"I've told you-"

"I know what you've told me, vampire, but you must know how this looks. Your female was caught circling the boarder of our land, the human roaming its center."

Isaac sighed and leaned forward to place his palms flat on the desk. The movement must have startled the others because several wolves tensed as if to grab him until their Alpha gave a slight wave. They were so protective of their ruler. It seemed so strange after hearing nothing but contempt for Colette and the other elders.

These were two very different worlds.

"What would you like me to do?" Isaac asked, he'd noticed the near attack and was scanning the others from the corner of his eyes.

Malachi shrugged, leaning back in his leather office chair and straitening the pressed sleeve of his expensive suit jacket. "I am prepared to accept your deliverance of the escaped female, but I'll need your assurance that she will not be harmed. Accalia is important to my son, you see." He motioned to Sabin. "A family must continue its line, but…" and here he paused to give a contemptuous smile to Sanura, "You wouldn't understand that would you? Vampires cannot have children, correct?"

I wasn't surprised to catch a brief flicker of something unpleasant cross Sanura's eyes, though it was gone almost instantly. After seeing that her human life had included children, I knew she was hurt by that remark which in turn made me angry. He'd done it on purpose, the bastard, and I wanted very much to throw something or snap back at him, but feared what that would do. We were all in enough trouble already and Isaac didn't need me fucking things up more.

"What can I do?" Isaac asked again, standing strait and fighting the irritation that crept into his voice. He hadn't liked that either.

"Collateral would work." Sabin said suddenly, nodding toward me. "You have my woman, and now I have yours."

I froze feeling sick again. "Whoa, wait just a-"

"Is this the only arrangement we can make?" Isaac asked over me. The Alpha shrugged one shoulder.

"It seems the most reasonable, assuming this human means anything to you."

Isaac turned to look at me, his eyes moving slowly to the wolf behind me, then nodded. "Very well."

"No." I said, the panic from before replacing my brief spark of courage. "Isaac, they're werewolves. You know that I can't…"

"What choice do I have Mira?" he asked, his tone cold and angry.

Behind me, Sabin chuckled. "Don't worry vampire, I'll take good care of your plaything."

"If you so much as break one of her nails, "Sanura said, eyes darkening, "You'll get your bitch back in pieces."

I might have been flattered by this, if not for the situation. Sabin's eyes locked with Isaac's and he slowly leaned down to breathe in my scent, nuzzling into my hair.

"Best hurry leech, this one's special." he said, and reached around to turn my chin, close enough to kiss me despite my best efforts to pull away. "I could just eat her up."

Isaac didn't reply, though his black eyes and the calm that had settled over him said he was furious. I knew him well enough now to realize his suddenly becoming placid was only a cover, and meant danger for those around him. I tried to knee Sabin, though he shifted in time to avoid it again. The vampires moved to leave, Sanura swatting away the mammoth's hand with a feral hiss, which he returned with a menacing growl. She didn't seem impressed and stepped briskly toward the door.

"We'll be back tomorrow night, kitten. Try not to cause any trouble." She gave me a pitying look as Isaac placed a hand on her back to hurry her along.

"This is Mira we're talking about." He said, looking briefly into my eyes, and then the door was opened and they were simply gone. When the front door slammed seconds later I felt my stomach drop to the floor, my heart racing so fast in my chest it hurt.

Malachi was watching me when I finally looked away from the door, tapping a pen against his desk. He didn't speak at first, simply studied me while the others waited restlessly for his verdict. There was a hum of excitement building in the room now that the wolves were alone, and this only made me feel sick with fear. I blinked back the tears I couldn't control, too afraid to give a damn whether they thought I was weak.

"May I ask what this is about?" he asked suddenly, looking at Sabin who had yet to pull away from me. At the question, his son pulled me closer, burying his face in my hair with a soft animal growl of pleasure.

"It was the only thing I could think of to keep her." Sabin replied and sat down on the old-fashioned love-seat in front of the desk, dragging me down with him, "God, can't you smell her from there?"

I looked at the other wolves in the room, and all seemed to agree with him. I saw the mammoth man close his eyes in satisfaction at the smell of me. Even Malachi had a brief moment of pleasure before shaking it off and returning to his hard demeanor.

"It is an…interesting scent; I will give you that, but hardly-"

"She smells like heaven, father, and don't try to deny it." I sucked in a frightened breath as Sabin grabbed my wrist and pulled me across his lap to breathe in the scent of it. Frowning at my noise, he covered my mouth with his other hand and continued to explore my body.

"What are you?" he breathed against my throat. One of the other wolves had since moved closer, curious about my smell. He closed his eyes sniffing the air, then leaned against the loveseat to get a better smell. A rumble of threatening noise rose out of Sabin's chest, like a dog guarding its food bowl. The other wolf huffed, but retreated. Malachi, who had been content to watch his son fawn over me until now, tapped a finger on his desk to get his attention and motioned to me.

"Special or not, she is now our problem. I can't afford to start a war over one of those bastard's little collectibles. Take her downstairs for now. We can figure out what to do with her when the others have returned. We cannot assume the leeches will keep to their deal and must be prepared to do with her when that happens." He reached into the center drawn of his desk and pulled out a ring of keys, tossing them to his son who caught them easily.

Sabin nodded, squeezing my arm and dragging me back into the hall without a word. I heard the other wolves following him out of the office, leaving Malachi to his thoughts. What was downstairs? Would they hurt me? Surely they had sense enough to leave me alone if they wanted their girl back. Right?

We moved back into the living room and into the eager gazes of more pack members, including the female I'd flipped off earlier. She smiled tightly, wiggling her fingers at me while the others whooped and chattered, laughing and pushing playfully at each other. All it seemed were happy to mock the captive.

Sabin pulled me along into a huge kitchen and then down yet another hall passed a set of stairs. Halfway down the hall, he stopped at a dark wooden door and pulled it open to reveal a descending staircase to what must have been the basement. He didn't even bother flicking on a light before he moved to the first step.

"Oh, hell no." I said, grabbing the doorframe and planting my feet on each side of the wall.

He gave me a violent tug that nearly had me flying down the steps, but I held firm despite the pain in my shoulders. With a scowl, Sabin moved back up to the landing.

"Not this again," he sighed, "Honestly, it's like dealing with a toddler."

I grit my teeth and leaned away from him, but the wolf simply bent forward, sweeping his arms around my back and knees and lifted me off the ground like a bride. Granted, it was better than being tossed over his shoulder, but I still didn't like it and was immediately kicking and slapping at him.

"If you keep that up, I'm going to drop you." He said maneuvering us down the steps though I struggled to grab anything along the walls downward. Unfortunately, they were smooth, white concrete and I was given no chance to stop our progress again.

The basement was a large room, easily the expanse of the entire house. There were two wolves working on the gym sets that had been grouped into the far corner under the only lights down here, but they left quickly with one word from Sabin. Though he was young, he seemed to pull weight, but it didn't seem to be because of his father either. Sabin commanded his own power and menace and the others seemed reluctant to challenge that.

My thoughts scattered when I noticed what he was walking toward. Parallel to the stairs, taking up a good section of the basement was what looked like a jail cell. The bars were thicker than any I'd seen before and inside rather than a cot and toilet was a dirty mattress thrown carelessly on the floor.

"What the hell is that?" I asked trying again to struggle out of his arms.

"A cage," he said simply, "what does it look like?"

"And you have this why?"

He shifted me into one arm to unlock the cell door. When I resisted, Hhe swatted my hand before I could grab hold of the bars and walked me over the mattress, dumping me unceremoniously onto the lumpy thing with a smirk. Then, turning on his heel he left the cage, closing the door behind him with a bang.

"Stay." He said, grinning, and stuffed the key ring into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Better in here than with you animals," I snapped, drawing my knees up to my chest and blinking away the moisture that built in my eyes.

Sabin tsked, otherwise unaffected, and chuckled. "Have a nice night, Riding Hood. Maybe your boyfriend will try to rescue you from the big bad wolves." He crossed the room to the stairs and paused, "I doubt it."

And with that Sabin was taking the steps three at a time and the basement light clicked off, leaving me in near-total darkness. I let myself cry then, great heaving sobs that I didn't care if they heard. I was locked away, the prisoner of werewolves. The only creatures in this world I feared more than Isaac or even Cernunnos. I'd seen a werewolf rip into my mother's gut and paint the forest floor with her. It had torn my father into unrecognizable chunks, and my sister…god.

Curled tightly around myself, I closed my eyes and wished for tomorrow night when Isaac would come for me and I could lock this all into my nightmares.


I got too excited to hold back posting this chapter, so I hope you enjoyed it. However, because I'm a terrible person and am desperate to know what you think of it, I'm holding the next chapter hostage until I get at least a little feedback. For instance, what is your initial impression of the wolves…of Sabin?

I don't do this merely for my curiosity though, I promise, I really would like to know how this turned out, if it's engaging, and so forth. While I currently write for the fun of it, I do know that there is room for improvement, so I need you guys to let me know what needs improving and what works.

Until next time,

Calamity