HEY GUYS! So here is the fifth chapter, I'm working on chapter 9 as we speak so new chapters should be up soon!

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Chapter 5

A week had passed since the dragon attack at the guard tower and nothing was said around the city. Sure, the guards that had seen her while at the fort called her Dragonborn as she passed but they had kept quiet.

She had told the Jarl what had happened the day after and was told about the Greybeards summoning her. 'Great more running around.' She asked the Jarl not to say anything about her ordeal and had kept to his word not to say anything.

Hana walked back into the mead hall of Jorvaskrr seeing Farkas sitting at the table by himself. She sat down next to the twin and took a tankard.

"Ah there's the little fox," he smiled at her. Fox or Foxy had been her nickname that Farkas had given her since she joined the ranks in the faction. She didn't mind the name, was better than being called little bear, a name that her brother had given her.

"Skjor had been looking for you by the way, said it was something important." He added as he turned to look at Hana. He noticed that she had stiffened at the name only laughed.

"Don't be afraid of the old man," he smiled at Hana before pulling her closer. "He won't hurt you I promise."

Hana only laughed at the comment and smiled. "Well I hope not anyway, I would rather keep my arm."

She hugged Farkas and sighed. For the big man he was, he was one of the best huggers in Jorvaskrr. The two of them had grown closer since the incident a week ago. He did not ask as many silly questions as he usually would but they always made her laugh. The more she laughed, the more she shortly forgot about what had happned a week prior.

She looked up to see Vilkas sitting in his corner with a book in his hands. He was glaring at her again and a snarl across his face. If she hadn't known any better, she thought that he hated her very existence. Sure he had been shown a form of kindness the night of the dragon attack, but since he had been ignoring her and staying away from her since.

He always worse a scowl on his face when she saw him or he rolled his eyes at her. She looked away from the other twin and left go of Farkas. "I better see what he wants." She got up and scurried past Vilkas only to be glaring at her. The only thing that she could think of doing was to piss him off more than what he usually was. She waved at him and smiled as she went past and went outside to see Skjor.

0o0

"Hope I didn't scare ya," was the only thing that Farkas had said to her when he opened the gate to the room she had been so blindly trapped in. She should have known that something like this. 'Pull the only leaver that's in a room with a bloody gate. Genius!' she scolded herself.

The scene behind Farkas was a mess. Blood covered the floor of the open tomb with several bodies laid still, mauled to death.

Before she knew what had happened. The men and woman had started to attack Farkas, yelling at him. "Time to die dog!" one yelled as he came charging at Farkas. She had started to scream at Farkas as he fell to the ground in pain only to hear the sound of bones breaking and reshaping. His armour started to peel off him, hitting the ground with a loud thud. When she had realised what had happened, it had started to attack the armoured bandits, each falling victim to the beast. When all of them were dead, the large wolf figure glared over at her, it's eyes filled with rampage. She had only looked at it for another few seconds before it sprinted out of the room and Farkas emerged only seconds later, in armour that he had obviously robbed from one of the dead corpses.

The gate that trapped her in the small room opened, but Hana didn't move. Farkas began walking to the room with his head bowed, his long dark hair falling over his eyes.

She looked at Farkas, her green eyes scanning the man. She was too shocked to speak. Had all of the companions been werewolves? Then it hit her. When she had gone to see Kodlak for the first time and hearing Vilkas talking about some call for blood. Her brother being so restless. It had all made sense now.

"You're… a werewolf." She managed to stutter out.

Farkas rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and looked down at the ground. "Aye I am, sorry you had to see that. That was the first time in months that I had transformed."

She looked at Farkas but never received any look back from the man. She began to laugh, completely confusing the Nord.

"You're lucky I have a soft spot for wolves," she laughed, "Otherwise I would be running for the hills."

That had made Farkas laugh and came closer. He extended a hand to help her up and she gladly took it.

"I have so many questions but I guess they will have to wait till be get out of this tomb." She suggested.

"Aye that may be best for now."

0o0

"So who else are of your kind?" She asked with bright eyes.

They had been walking from the tomb back to Whiterun for a few hours now and could already see the city in the distance. The whole trip, Hana had bombarded Farkas with as many questions as she could.

Farkas chuckled at the girl's curiosity. "My brother, Aela, Skjor, Kodlak and even your brother."

Her smile faded and her mouth hung open. "You can't be serious?"

"Aye I'm serious"

"Wait till I annoy him about this," she huffed. "So I'm guessing that being a wolf has some kind of perks to it?"

"Aye it does. Our smell, sight and hearing is heightened than those of yours."

"Then why couldn't you sense the Silver Hand in there?"

Farkas just stared at her and laughed. "That's a good point. It was kind of hard when all you could smell was death all around us."

"I will give you that one," She smiled and walked on.

Her hair slightly swaying in the breezy night, making it whip at her face. The plains that surrounded Whiterun were beautiful to look at as it was filled with a few animals and plant life. It was hard to see in the dark at what colours surrounded them but the moonlight that shed light on the land casted a shadow of grey over the landscape.

Once again it had been a clear night and she looked up at the sky. In her years that she had ventured away from her parents, she always trusted the stars to guide her and they never failed her.

A howl in the distance made her look back at the shadowed plains. Silver eyes glared at her and Farkas as they passed the crumbling watch tower. The animals crept closer to them, not taking their eyes off their prey. She sighed and took out her dust covered war axe. The wolves attacked but were dispatched in mere minutes and they continued walking.

"I have always hated when they attack," she mentioned to Farkas they neared the city.

He stared at her and slowly smiled. "And why would that be?" He said in his low voice.

"They're just beautiful creatures that roam the wild. How they stalk around with so much pride and grace, not to mention their beauty in the different colours. I just find them so intriguing I guess. That's why I'm not as freaked by your ability."

"Ha well that's ironic then isn't it?" Farkas joked as they passed the meadery. The smell of honey had made Hana's stomach rumble and she just giggled.

They entered the sleeping city, seeing only a few stragglers walking back to their homes to shelter from the cold. As they neared Jorvaskrr, Hana could see a figure standing in front of door.

A warm glow covered his body as he stood in front of door. His armour reflecting the flames from the braziers and his arms were crossed. He wore his usual scowl upon his face as he looked down the two adventurers. "We've been waiting for you." Vilkas muttered and pointed to the side of the building "Head around to the training area." He looked sternly at Hana, turned around on his heel, and walked off as if he did not care if she followed or not.

She looked back at Farkas, hoping he knew what it was all about. He only shrugged and pushed her on to follow Vilkas. She slowly made her away around the back of Jorvaskrr, taking slow deliberate steps. She had her head lowered when she made it to the back of the building. She glanced up and saw that the whelps and Tilma, the helper around Jorvaskrr, had been sitting down. She looked to the left and saw the members of The Circle standing around. She stood still for a second, realising that all eyes were on her. Farkas had already and joined the group, standing next to Aela and Skjor.

"Let the ceremony begin." Kodlak boomed.

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Vilkas stood in the circle the whole time looking at Hana. Not bothering to listen to what his brother was saying about his now smiling shield-sister. Her greens eyes shone in the moon light and her steel armour glistened. Her face was covered with dirt and grime, masking her hidden features.

When he first saw her walk around to the back, she looked like a dog with its tail tucked in between. She obviously thought that she was going to be scolded by the Harbinger, or worse kick her out of Jorvaskrr.

He averted his eyes from her to his brother, who had been going over the top with words, once again. His scent had changed from when they had left to retrieve the shard. The beast blood in him seemed less aggravated her was more relaxed. Vilkas looked at Lockan and whom shared the same worried expression. He obviously knew something had happened in the tomb, but it must have been a last resort if Farkas had to transform.

"Hana, as a gift from us, Eorlund has been waiting for you so he can craft you a weapon of you choice from the Skyforge." She smile grew wider and she bobbed her head in thanks. "Welcome to the Companions lass." Kodlak laughed at the girl from her eagerness.

"This calls for a celebration!" Torvar yelled from the deck.

"Aye, we shall!" Kodlak grinned and left the circle, heading towards Jorvaskrr. Hana had already started walking up towards the Skyforge. Vilkas turned and looked at his brother and Lockan did the same. Everyone had gone inside to start celebrating, even without Hana.

"What the hell happened in there Farkas?" He barked at him, crossing his arms.

"We could sense the change as soon as you step foot that circle, did you get attacked?" Lockan asked with an eyebrow raised.

Farkas kept his head down and just stared at the worn path. "I had no other choice Vilkas, I swear upon the divines. Thanks to Hana's carelessness she, managed to trap herself in a room. Then 7 Silver Hand came out and started attacking. So I turned in front of her and vanquished the men and woman attacking me." He sighed, "I explained to her who was in The Circle, even told her you were amongst the ranks." He point at Lockan with a shaky finger. Lockan raised his eyesbrows and sighed.

"She was going to find out anyway I guess. Farkas you did you could, and if you hadn't, you would not have been here tonight."

Vilkas nodded and turned back to his brother. "Did you manage to get the shard?"

"Aye we did." Farkas rummaged through his pack and grabbed the shard.

"Take it inside and place it with the others, and go and enjoy the party." Vilkas suggested.

Farkas nodded and headed back to the mead hall. Not even ten seconds later, Hana came bounding down the stairs from the Skyforge, holding her knew Skyforge war axe with a bright smile on her face. She skidded to a stop and looked up at her brother and Vilkas.

"Congratulations sister," Lockan laughed, "Now please don't swing that anywhere near me thanks."

Hana only smirked and then began to laugh. "Aye, I promise I won't swing at you, can't say the same for Wolfy over here though." She nodded towards Vilkas who, to her delight, scowled at her once again.

Lockan frowned down at his sister. She only rolled her vibrant eyes. "Before you say anything, no I won't tell anyone or any of the other whelps in Jorvaskrr so can you please stop looking at me like that." She motioned towards the frown on Lockans darkened face. "Now if you don't mind me, I'm going back inside and enjoying myself."

She waved behind her and skipped into Jorvaskrr. "She has the right idea, come on Wolfy." Lockan mocked at Vilkas before he too started walking to the mead hall. Vilkas rolled his silver eyes and followed. His mind wondered to what else had happened during Hana's time with Farkas. His brother would have told him if something was between them. Wouldn't he?

Vilkas shook the thought from his head and went inside.

0o0

Vilkas sat down with Aela and Skjor at the table while watching what had been going on through the night. He sat there laughing with Aela while she told stories of Skjors failed attempts in hunting down a sabre cat outside of the walls.

Everyone had been bouncing around and dancing through the night and no one in the hall had been sober, even Hana. While Skjor had started to insult Aela for the fifth time that night, he looked across hall and saw Hana sitting with Farkas, laughing loudly.

Her laughter was contagious and soon Farkas had been laughing with her. Vilkas watched as she moved closer to Farkas and an arm around his shoulder. She leant in close and whispered something to Farkas who then boomed the hall with his laughter.

Vilkas growled at Hana from a distance and looked away. He did not want to care about Hana being next to Farkas but couldn't help it. Hana had obviously change from her armour into a loose fitting shirt with a sleeve on each shoulder holding it up and wearing leather pants. Her hair had fallen down her back instead of being in the usual ponytail.

Hours dragged on through the night and sleep was far from Vilkas mind. There were only a few people left in the hall. Skjor left the table and went down to his room and Torvar had passed out from too much mead as usual.

Hana and Farkas still sat next to each other the whole night and slight giggles could be heard from across the hall. Aela stood up and said her goodbyes as she retreated to her room downstairs, leaving Vilkas alone at the end of the hall. He too was about to leave when he looked over at Farkas and Hana. Farkas had his hand slightly rubbing against Hana's thigh and his head getting closer to hers. He swooped in and Farkas started kissing her lip gently. Vilkas stood there in shock, realising what his brother was doing. He didn't understand why it was effecting him so greatly. There was a sound of shuffling and Vilkas looked back at Hana. Farkas held her in his strong arms, her hand stroking his stubbled cheek. Vilkas only growled when he saw his brother carry her down the stairs leading to his room.

Vilkas got up in rage and stormed towards door leading to the training yard when he heard laughter coming from under him. 'Obviously someone fell over,' he fumed as he went outside with his great sword and started to attack the defenceless dummy.