That night she had awakened crying. She had to find that wolf and convince him not to speak to her anymore. She had sensed the human heart even when he was in werewolf form. Perhaps that is why she couldn't kill him. She stopped running. She had found the scent she was searching for. When she stepped into the clearing she saw the wolf being attacked by at least five others.

"Stop that! Phoenix strike" she called, as the five other wolves ran yelping into the forest. "Are you ok?" she asked the wolf.

"Yes but why save me? I thought you hated me" the wolf asked.

"There's something about you that won't let me kill you. It's probably why they wanted to. Listen I need to talk to you. You have to stay away from me. I can't be speaking to you. It will get you killed."

"This has to do with that dream doesn't it?"

"What! How do you know about that?"

"Because I had the same dream. Us fighting them in a castle right?"

"Ya, so u know why we can't talk to one another."

"I don't care what happens to me, as long as those damned things are dealt with. If we have to deal with them then we must, even if it results in my death."

"But…"

Just then the werewolves returned bringing about thirty reinforcements. They struck without warning. The half breed fought along side the soul breed, but hard as she tried she couldn't attack all out without wounding him.

"You shouldn't be so careful," said one of the attackers, "it will get you both killed." and with that two of the others rushed the soul breed, tearing at his throat. "That will teach you to betray us, u pathetic soft hearted whelp. So long." And the werewolves left, laughing into the dark.

"Oh no!" the half breed cried. "Don't die!"

"Wow." the dieing soul breed choked through the blood in his throat. "Never thought you'd care about a werewolf, especially one you just met."

"I told you, there's something about you," the half demon said through the flowing tears as she held the dieing wolf. "Move your paw; I need to reach your heart."

"Ok but why?" he said as he flinched wail doing so.

"It's an old spell my mother taught me. It stops death and links two souls together. I am not letting you die on me!" and with that she recited the words to her mothers spell. "PerĂ­odo de batente healing esta morte." Then the wolf's eyes opened wide and his wounds began to heal. "I'm so glad that worked" she said, hugging him.

"So am I, by the way, my name is Sakusy."

"Hello Sakusy. I'm Nami" And she smiled, for once in over one hundred years, she smiled because she was truly happy.