So I've got good news!

I'm finally done with laying out the ending and chapters to follow for this story which I hope that it is not TOO far from. So don't worry I DO know exactlywhere this story is headed and I'm pretty sure that I won't find any place to get stuck on so LET'S HOPE haha that I update often.

I'm planning on finishing this story BEFORE the actual Wolfcry comes out as my own personal little goal D

Also I'd like to point out that I have no idea what the actual Wolfcry will be about and all that I know is simply through careful thinking, reading between the lines, and info I've picked up here and there…

I hope this chapter and the ones to follow flow smoothly. So please enjoy, read, and feel free to comment

She hid in the shadows silently, waiting for him to enter. A few candles burned but there were enough shadows in the corner of the room to hide her well. She would not risk being seen by the wrong person.

Oliza waited for Ulrik at his room. She had managed to get in unnoticed by any of the guards and now she waited for him to return from speaking to his merchants placed at the market. Avaram would not miss her much. It was customary for her to take long flights now and then to relieve her mind from all the daily troubles. Her relationship with Avaram had distanced and the only thing that kept them close was their two children. She had grown secretive and he had grown far too solemn. It was no secret that it was rare for them to share the same room at times or that he would disappear as often as she would. Whether it was to think like she did or to do something else, she did not know ad did not truly care.

Oliza felt her body grow tense as she heard him come in and she only hoped to be brave enough to speak up. She had no idea why she was there exactly. All that she knew was that she needed to see him and speak to him once more without any interruptions.

Oliza stood and slowly emerged from the shadows that hid her and stood before him. He blinked for a few moments and stood still and then walked a few steps toward her before stopping himself.

"Oliza…What are you doing here?" He whispered surprised.

Oliza walked up to him and placed her hand on his lips in an attempt to stop his questions. She wanted to speak and she wanted for him to listen. She would not bear it any longer if he left without knowing what he caused her to feel every time he was close to her.

As she smiled, she held his face in her hands and touched the small strands of hair that fell forward onto his brow. She could see a faint smile appear as well but it was hard to tell that he was not entirely sure if he should be happy at all.

"Do you know how much I prayed for you that night I followed you?" she smiled to herself at the memory. She had nearly gone mad with worry over his safety. "I kept thinking of everything that I put you through. The lies, that I turned you away, and that I had avoided you." She let go of him and walked away from him as she took in a deep breath. She needed to tell him what she felt, everything that she felt before it was all too late. She turned to face him and he stood there looking back at her, waiting patiently for her to continue.

"Do you remember our time in the woods? Where you would tell me of things and taught me about life in the forest. And you and I were nobody to each other. I was not Oliza… and you, though I knew your name, were just yourself and nothing more of what you today. I miss that"

She tiled her face slightly and smiled as she looked at him. However, the expression in his face made her smile fade. She had expected something else from him other than the sullen expression that covered his features. He turned away from her and clenched his fists as he tried to take in what she said to him.

"Why do you tell me this?" His question caught Oliza off guard. Surely she had expected something else from him entirely and not what she was seeing before her. Had he forgotten her already?

She stuttered a bit before answering, her fear of his rejection slowly settling into her mind. "Because… I… I cannot let you without you knowing this..." Her voice came out small, almost afraid though she tried to hide the fear.

He turned to look at her and took her in with one glance, his eyes dark. "You come here… to speak to me about your feelings. Why do you tell me? So that when I succumb to you once more and give you what you want, you will leave me and put me through the misery of not having you. You speak of pain, when you have caused it onto yourself and me." He scoffed, surely done to hide his own pain. Though outside he seethed with anger, his eyes showed the pain he suffered inside and she the cause of it.

Oliza tried not to flinch at his harsh words but she knew very well that he spoke the truth. It was she that pushed him away, she had avoided him every single time she could. How could she stand there and speak of a pain she had caused?

She hated to feel guilty; she hated that knot in her throat as a signal of the tears to follow. Most of all, she hated seeing him so distraught and all that she wanted to do was comfort him at that moment. But she would not come near him; she did not want to make matters worse. Instead, she spoke to him.

"What do you want from then, Ulrik? Tell me…" In an instant, he was there facing her, still as distraught. She braced herself for his anger to lash out at her and closed her eyes. He had a strong grip on both her arms with his hands and he held her close to him.

"I want you to stop playing games with me." His voice came out in a low growl and froze Oliza in her place.

Oliza opened her eyes and looked up at Ulrik fearfully. She had expected many things from their meeting but never his temper. Now she stood there, almost like a doll, ready to be broken by his hands and by his anger. She began to grow angry when Ulrik's hand went up to her hair which had been pulled back by two small clips and took the clips from her hair. With his hand, he disheveled her once orderly hair into a mess and then contemplated her, his eyes still unreadable.

"Now this," Ulrik said amused, "is the young woman I rescued from the forest and not the regal queen."

Oliza scowled at him, angry at his strange amusement. She attempted to pull away from his strong grip but could not. Now she had begun to grow angry especially after she noticed that Ulrik was now laughing, no doubt at her appearance.

"Did you know," his voice was no longer angry and instead had grown soft, "that when you are angry your cheeks flush? And that your eyes shine brighter.., and that you grow more beautiful than what you already are?"

Irritated, Oliza looked away from him. His pleased smile only made her angrier. She felt him lean his forehead against her hair and his hands run to her waist. He no longer held her imprisoned in his strong grip and instead softly embraced her, almost in surrender.

After the entire struggle and the anger, she surprised herself with her own small laugh which was muffled by Ulrik's kiss. She kissed him back, not afraid of anything or anyone at the moment. She wanted to have him happy and she wanted to be with him more than anything.

He broke away from the kiss and looked down at her. His striking eyes darkened not with anger but with desire for her and his voice a soft and low whisper. "And when you smile, I completely surrender to your will and you have the power to captivate me all over again…"

Oliza silenced him with her kiss. She had not said what she had wanted to say to him. No matter, they both knew already. She knew that he loved her, and he knew that she loved him. No words were uttered except soft sighs of their love to each other. They knew each other far beyond the physical. It was a strange connection that made her feel at home. She could not deny him.

By the time Oliza opened her eyes, the candles had burned out and she had Ulrik cradled in her arms, his breathing soft as he lay against her chest. She caressed his hair with her fingertips gently and smiled in admiration.

"Are you going to leave me for another six years again?" his question took her aback and she ran her fingers softly on his neck.

"I cannot give up you anymore." Ulrik looked up at her and then leisurely pushed himself up to look at her directly. Oliza looked up at him and traced her thumb over his lips. "Know this," she kissed him softly before speaking again, "that woman in the forest that you saved, that is who will love you more than anyone else. This woman that you see here looking at you is the one that will always live for you. There is no Avaram and there is no Auria. Just me."