Disclaimer: I don't own Witchblade that belongs someone else. Author Notes: Chapter 3 and I am having fun now

As Sara entered the warehouse on the corner of fifth and Julliard the first things she noted was the stench it was so powerful it made her want to puke. She looked on the wall and saw drawings or carvings of a wolf nursing human babies. A light engulfed her from the blade and she saw two boys standing before her fighting with swords and then they turned and their eyes glowed like that of an actual wolf's. Sara emerged from the trance baffled, as always but somehow she knew it would help. She spotted her partner in the corner looking at the outline of the bodies. "Hey Pezz," he said when she touched his shoulder from behind. "Hey yourself looks like another typical Pezz file hugh?" she said with a smile "What got into you," Danny asked noting her unusual mood. "Nothing but that's your fault," she said with a sarcastic smile on her face. "Since when are you dating someone," he asked curiously? "I haven't but let's say I was about to let someone get into me in a way few do," she said with a wicked smile stretching across. She walked over to the far wall and traced the figure of the wolf nursing two human babies with her gloved hand. "The victims do we know who they were yet," she asked? "No all we know is the perp wasn't nice when he killed them," the pathologist replied. "How long before I can get my hands on the pathology report," Pezz asked? "What's up partner," Danny asked with concern? "I have a hunch that whoever did this wasn't alone and isn't going to stop," she said as she visions flash before her of the two victims having their throats ripped out by humans that had a sort of wolf form and the wolfen ability. It was like the two killers looked human on the outside but on the inside they hand animal and not just any animal inside but a wolf inside of them. Sara felt her abdomen heave and Danny saw her kneel and was quickly by her side to support her. She shrugged off his hands and said, "Guess that seafood I ate isn't agreeing with me." Danny smiled and replied, "Hey Pez I'll take care of the rest of this. Why don't you go home hug the toilet and I'll have everything ready on your desk when you arrive tomarrow." Sara smiled up at her partner and silently thanked him. She checked for her keys in her jacket and saddled back up and headed for her home. On the way wolf eyes seemed to be stalking her or was it an actual wolf. Pez walked into her apartment and wasn't that startled when she noticed Ian in the corner, "I almost forgot you like to scare people to death don't you Nottingham," she asked walking to the refrigerator and grabbing a beer. "I would never harm such a precious treasure as you Sara that I promise," he replied. Sara held out a beer to him but he merely waved it off. "He is not for you," Ian said still standing in the shadows. "I don't know who you are talking about and even if I did what business is it of yours who I am with, you and Irons don't own me," she states blantly. "You are the chosen one. You wield the blade." "Yeah, yeah, yeah the blade made from the roots of the tree of good and evil. Ian it's getting old then again to you its new isn't it," she said with a mysterious look in her eyes that made Ian think "You know the killer you are part of them as they are part of you," Ian says as he disappears out the window. Sara just shakes her head in disgust and then smiles as she grabs the phone and starts dialing. "This is the Bard leave a message at the beep," the answering machine said with Chonchabar's message. "Hey Husband lunch today at Madingrails on 5th and Swanson say around 1. Will you still be the Conchabar that tames this Catain's heart," Sara said smiling ear from ear and sliding like a snake into her bed. IN the darkness the wolf lurked and watched as the weilder slept. She didn't know her path yet but all the pieces were falling into place soon the time would come and the great union and the great rising would catapult the wolfen race back from science fiction into a dangerous reality.