A/N: Hey guys, I know it is really soon to be updating again but I have to get to chapter twenty-one. Yes everyone twenty one is THE chapter you have all been waiting for, I have it written and waiting for me to finish chapter twenty. Yes out of order but who cares! Anyway, I am going to go ahead and post this chappie and the next, you guys will have to wait for twenty one...just because I enjoy building suspense! MWAHAHAHA! Feel free to hate me...its welcomed!

Romulus walked out of the Inn into the nippy October afternoon. The sky was orange and pink, tinted with the nights promised darkness. He walked into the forest preparing for the change to engulf his already rippling muscles and the hairs on his arms standing on end. He stretched slightly to relieve some of the pressure as he walked deeper into the forest.

He had to be swift, even if his lack of sleep suggested against fast motions, because he had to let Nicolae and Drake and even Sophia know about the pending danger that Ralph von Heinchek now presented to their tightly knit family.

He stood by a familiar tree that was located a few meters from the river that ran up to the castle. Romulus hung his wide brim and weathered hat on a branch and shrugged off his large leather trench coat and hung it up to.

He felt the pop in his knees and pelt began to entertwine with the cotton fibers of his pants and shirt. He welcomed the warmth his natural golden coat gave him and he dropped to all fours when his spine began to elongate into a tail. As his muscels began to reform into those of wolfkind he heard a female gasp sound to his left.

He hurried the change and cowered behind the tree were his garments now hung. He heard the clumsy steps and ragged breaths of someone who had tried to keep up with him since he left the Inn. He looked out from behind the tree and had his nostrils full of her scent.

Jessika stumbled over an above ground root, her eyes fixated on Romulus's terrified canine gaze.

"Romulus...is that you?" she asked in a small voice, her mud stained waiting dress clinging to her trembling legs. He could smell her fear and loathed himself for not being more careful, he was going to loose the women he loved for not smelling the area out before changing. "Romulus?" she crawled closer to him and outstretched her long soft fingers, callused at the tips from handling to many trays and playing her lute.

He licked her hand in return and whined his forgiveness to her for being born with this furry disease. She smiled at him instead her eyes glistening with coming tears. "Can you change back? Can you do that?"

He nodded and strained his muscels to retract and reform, his hair follicles abiding to the strain making him into the large muscular man that held the wolf gift to change. He sat on the cold ground facing her as night swallowed the day. Shadows cast over her face so he was unable to see her true emotions. She hadnt run in fear, perhaps she didn't mind him being a werewolf, or maybe she was just paralyzed by terror.

He looked down at his large palms, not wanting to see the look on her face when the shadows moved with the rising of the moon. He then felt a warm hand caress his cheek, and he looked into her eyes.

She was smiling at him with one hand on his face, the other on her heart. "Romulus, you've given me such a gift!" she whispered unable to contain her happiness.

"What is this gift I have given you?" Romulus asked with his trademark confusion.

"Magic you silly!" Jessika beamed back and threw her arms around the confused wolf man. She then placed a warm wet kiss on his slightly ajar mouth and sent him into bliss. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her completely to the forest floor.

"Oh Romulus...take me with your magic!" she sighed and kissed him.

"I love you my tiny little barmaiden." he replied and she kissed him again more tenderly and then right there under the moon Romulus gave her magic.

Dracula: I feel warm and fuzzy inside...of course this could just be bile coming up...

I hate you...

Dracula: I know, but one question, was that magic under the moon the kind of magic that happens under my sheets soon?

Yes you perv!

Dracula: Thanks for making that clear, now I am completely grossed out.