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Chapter 9

Hana couldn't believe what was happening around her. The room was spinning before her and shouts rang out across the room.

"You can't be serious! She just got back from her own business and your forcing this on her!" Vilkas growled at Skjor, his striking grey eyes staring down the man.

"You have no say in this Vilkas, it her decision and hers alone!" SKjor barked at Hana's shield-sibling.

"ENOUGH!" Lockan voiced boomed through the Underforge. Hana turned her head to look at her brother.

"Hana. You can always say no and don't have to bear this. But if you say yes, you will have to suffer the consequences. You won't control first time around while transformed." Lockan said to his sister, concern written all over his face.

She cleared her throat, and controlled her breathing. "I.. I will take up your gift, and I understand the consequences."

"So it be, Aela will be your forebearer," Skjor said with full seriousness.

As Aela began to transform, Hana felt an arm around her bicep. She turned around to see Vilkas, staring down at her. "You don't have to do this." He warned her.

She only smiled at him and tapped his hand. "Just look out for me okay? You can show the ropes."

Vilkas nodded and Hana turned back around to see Aela, her armour on the floor in a piled heap. Her fur glimmered a slight red in the torch light and her eyes having a slight hint of green. Just like Farkas, she stood tall and her massive claws hanging in front of her

Skjor grabbed Aela's huge paw and put a gash in her palm. Blood started flowing out and into a small puddle in the centre bowl, slowly filling t .

"You don't need much, just a sip is needed for the Beast Blood to run through your veins." Skjor explained.

Hana stepped up towards the centre of the room. The blood that pooled in basin was a deep crimson red, she could see her own reflection in the blood.

With shaking hand, she cupped the blood and lifted it towards her mouth. The warm blood ran down her throat, leaving a metallic taste in her mouth.

Almost in an instant, she fell to the floor screaming, clutching her sides. Her insides wretched and wriggled around her. Her skin burned like the fires at Helgen, overwhelming her. The wolf spirit that now occupied its home in Hana's soul howled in delight.

"Someone get her armour off her!" She heard someone yell.

She felt her skin breaking from herself and bones reshaping. Then there was darkness.

0o0

Vilkas couldn't believe that they had all been okay with Hana accepting the blood. It was a curse. A damned curse that they had received by a trick of some witches.

He looked over at Hana's sleeping form wrapped in a fur pelt, covering her naked body. Dirt and blood covered her once fair face, her high cheekbones framing her face. Her chocolate woven hair was a complete mess while she laid in the snow by the raging fire that Vilkas had lit for them.

He had followed Aela, Skjor, Lockan and Farkas on horseback while they watched over Hana's first transformation. He brought her armour with him for her to change into, quite sure she didn't want to walked back to Jorvaskrr naked. 'That wouldn't be so bad,' Vilkas's wolf spirit growled. 'Shut up you fool' He barked back.

It had been an occurring fight between him and his wolf spirit all night, a constant nagging.

"It was her choice Vilkas," His brother cut into his thoughts, "I didn't want them too either but you know what Skjor and Aela are like." Farkas had obviously seen the angry expression on his face at the thought.

"Aye I understand but Lockan, of all the Nords in Tamerial, letting his own sister in on this curse!" he snarled at his brother.

"Of course Lockan wasn't happy about the whole mess! He was the first to object to the whole idea!"

"Then why did he allow this to happen!" Vilkas shouted before looking over to Hana, who hadn't been disturbed from the yelling.

"It was her choice Vilkas," Lockan barked from behind. "I'm not happy either but we will have to accept it." He sat down next to Vilkas, shuffling came from his armour as he moved.

Vilkas sighed deeply and looked back towards the fire in front of them. Hana had managed to run all the way to edge of Whiterun Hold to Falkreath Hold. No wonder she was exhausted. The forest around them had become thicker as Hana had ventured further until she collapsed in a small open cave.

"Farkas, the night that you got back from Dustmans Cairn, what happened between you and Hana?" Vilkas asked with his head lowered. Farkas's laughed boomed next him, making him look up in confusion at his brother.

"I was wondering how long it would be until you asked. I swear in the nine divines that I didn't do anything but kiss her. Mainly due to having too much mead. I like her but I don't have feelings for her that way. You, on the other hand, aren't so discreet about it."

"I have no idea what you're talking about ice brain."

"Admit, you have feelings for her ever since you got back from High Hrothgar."

Vilkas sighed. He knew that he wouldn't be able to lie to his brother. "Fine. I have some feelings towards the girl. Now keep you damned mouth shut!"

"Ha I knew it!" Farkas gloated.

"She's awake," Aela stated as she moved closer to Hana's moving form. Vilkas kept his head down while Hana talked to Aela, not wanting to see anything he shouldn't and trying to the hide the blush making its way up his face.

"Don't any of you dare look at her before she is changed into her armour, otherwise I will be cleaning the whole of Jorvaskrr when we get back!" Aela demanded from in front of them. Vilkas nodded and turned around, as well as the other men.

0o0

"I was starting to worry there, thought you never wake up," Aela said to Hana.

Her head was throbbing and her whole body ached at the slightest movement. The forest surrounded her, and the slightest sound made Hana jump. She could hear so much more than before, listening smallest crackle of the fire to the distant cry of a wolf.

"I have to admit, your transformation wasn't an easy one. It was nearly as bad as when Vilkas and Farkas first transformed." Aela chuckled.

"What exactly happened?" Hana questioned.

"You left Whiterun, sprinting off in all different directions and attacked a few bandits in the way, but nothing that big."

Hana gasped at what she had just heard. She couldn't remember anything from the event and neither did she want to. To think that she caused nearly as much trouble as the twins made her realise at how wild she must have been.

She felt a cold breeze on her back and looked down, her whole body was naked and covered in blood and dirt. A small pelt was covering most of her body as she sat up. She squeeled in horror and tried to hide her naked body, shoving her face into the pelt, hiding the redness of her face.

"Don't worry Hana, I told the men to look away until you get changed. Your armour is just over near the rock." Aela pointed.

"Okay," was all that Hana managed to say as she got up. Her whole body was overwhelmed with pain as walked over to the small pile of rocks at the edge of the cave. She could hear each individual drop of water falling from small cracks in caves walls. How did the others tolerate this? 'I'm not to cooperate with this half wit of a human? Hircine you better have a good explanation for this.' Hana looked around frantically, looking for who had just spoke, but Aela was back talking with Skjor and the other men still had her back towards her.

'It's your wolf spirit skeever brain. Now I can't be bothered to fight with you child so my rules. You will transform when I want to be free whether you like it or not. Got it?' it snarled at her.

'Oh no you don't. I know I'm an new to this whole werewolf thing but no one, not even a damned spirit is going to boss me around cheese head.' The wolf spirit didn't say anything, obviously didn't like being told off. Hana smirked but kept to herself as she changed into her armour.

Each movement was strenuous but she eventually got the armour suited. 'I really need to invest in more armour,' she sighed and walked over to the fire warming her hands.

She could feel someone staring at her as she warmed her hands over the blazing fire. She turned to see Vilkas, his silver-grey eyes staring at her. His stare wasn't full of hatred, but more of confusion. She smiled at him and put her back to the fire.

"Before you lecture me, I understand what I have gotten into and what new threats that I have to face. And no you can't call me foxy anymore," She chuckled at Vilkas.

Should could have sworn she saw the side of his mouth lift slightly.

"Aye, I guess your right for once," he smirked at her.

She noticed movement in the corner of her eye and looked over. Farkas and Lockan had started to pack up what things that they had laying around. Farkas came up to Hana, squeezing her tightly. She yelped in pain as he squized her muscles. He only laughed at the young girl and looked down on her.

"We're heading back to Jorvaskrr, it will be at least a 4 hour walk but you need your rest. You can stay here for a bit long and Vilkas is staying with you." Lockan commanded from behind her. Hana was about to say something to her brother before he cut in, "No you cannot come with us, we have business back at Whiterun and you are in no shape to keep up with us. Sorry sis, you're going to have to put up with grumps again."

Farkas snickered at Vilkas, who's face was wrapped into a scowl once again. "Not like that would be a bad thing." She thought that she heard Farkas say. She turned with an eyebrow raised towards the taller brother who smiled innocently.

Lockan walked up to Hana, placing his large hand lightly on her shoulder, and muttered, "Please don't do anything stupid. I know that you can't help it sometimes but try."

Hana smiled softly, "Yes Lockan, I don't have my silver dagger here so grumps is pretty safe."

She watched as her brother nodded and caught up with Farkas, who whispered something to him. Lockan scoffed and began to laugh, handing over a pouch of gold.

'What in all of Tamriel is going on with those two?'

0o0

"How you feeling?" Vilkas asked halfway through their trip back to Jorvaskrr. It was a good thing that Vilkas had brought a horse, otherwise Hana wouldn't be able to walk without stopping every 10 minutes. The ride was rough and hit all of Hana's sore joints but it was saving her having to walk.

"Aye I'm fine other than dying slightly on the inside," She murmured into the back of his armour. She heard Vilkas chuckle slightly, shaking his armour. Hana had her arms wrapped around Vilkas's waist, not wanting to fall off. Now she understood why Farkas said that the circle would be able to smell that his scent had changed back in the Cairn. Should smell Vilkas's scent, of smoke and honey, a quite weird combination, but it somehow soothed Hana's aching head.

"It's always like that after the first time you change," Vilkas added, not bothering to turn back, "After a few morphs it shouldn't hurt too much." She nodded slightly and kept her face pressed against his back. The journey had been uneventful as they had only been travelling for 2 hours, but the landscape had began to cool rapidly, leaving an icy chill run up her spine. She detached her arms from around Vilkas and pulled her pelt around her more, trying to shelter from the cold. The pelt must own to Vilkas, it had the same scent as him, sweet and soothing.

"Vilkas, do you know what happened when the others left? I saw Lockan hand over a pouch of gold." She asked lightly. Vilkas's body stiffened in front of her, sensing something was wrong, she raised her light coloured eyebrow.

"Nay, I don't know what is was about," he said shaking his head, "Probably nothing."

"Hmm okay," she replied and went back to looking at the forestry around her. Tall trees shadowed over the pair as they travelled closer to Whiterun. Hana could hear everything around her. She could hear Vilkas's short breaths, the constant sound of insects flying around, and the distance sound of shouting. 'Wait shouting?'

Vilkas had stopped their horse and looked back at Hana, "You can hear it too?" Hana nodded and looked to the direction of the noise. "Sounds like bandits," Hana motioned.

"Aye, we can sprint off and get away or we go after them, but it's up to you." Vilkas gestured.

"Let's just get back to Whiterun so I can sleep and rest in an actual bed," she yawned. 'I wonder whose bed," her wolf spirit growled. 'Oh shut it would ya,' she sassed back at the wolf inside her.

"Aye, sprint it is. You sure you're up for it?" Vilkas questioned.

Before she could answer, the horse reared, throwing Hana off and landing on her back. Her head hit the ground with a giant crack, leaving her vision fuzzy. Pain coursed through her body as she tried to get her bearings back.

Once she her vision cleared, she saw Vilkas was on the ground only a few feet from her, grasping for his great sword. A hissing sound filled the air and an arrow flew straight past her, wedging into a tree next to her.

Six armoured bandits came charging at them, weapons raised. Hana scrambled to her feet, reaching for her steel axe and her iron shield. Just as she brought it up, a bandit in scaled armour brought her sword down, sending a shockwave of pain through her body. She grunted through the pain and kept her shield up, forcing the female bandit stumbling to the ground. Hana took the opportunity to throw her axe towards the bandit, planting itself into the chest of the attacker. She fell in an instant and Hana rushed forward grabbing her out of the woman. She looked over at Vilkas, swinging his sword down upon another bandit.

Three more bandits started racing towards Hana. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to defend all of them off she stood back and planted her feet.

"FUS RO!" Filled the air as the bandits fell backwards. Hana charged at one of the standing Bosmer bandit, close enough for her to slit his throat. The man made a horrific gurgling sound before falling to the ground face first. The other two bandits had gotten to their feet and came barrelling towards her. She screamed in pain as one of the bandits sliced her skin in a weak point in her armour. She yelled at the two bandits and started to swing her axe rapidly fighting off the two killers.

She had managed to kill one of the bandits she was defending off but was then was knocked to the ground by the other, forcing all the air out of her. His heavy foot was planted on Hana's chest, pining her down. "Well I be damned, this is the known Dragonborn of Skyrim, taken down by an everyday bandit," he sneered as he brought up his sword. Hana braced herself for death, closing her eyes waiting for the bright light of Sovengarde to take her away, but the sound of iron hitting the ground made her open her shocked eyes.

A metal object was protruding out of the bandits chest, his face turned a pasty white. The sword was forced out of the bandit, leading him to fall face down in the dirt next to Hana. She looked up, and saw Vilkas panting like a mad man. His face was covered in blood and his chest rising up and down rapidly.

"Thanks," Hana scoffed and got up on her own.

"I didn't really want to carry your dead body back to Jorvaskrr today." He smiled slightly as she looked into his bright eyes. She saw movement coming from behind Vilkas and a glimmer of armour.

"Duck," she notified. Just as well Vilkas had, her axe would have been wedged into him instead of the bandit that had snuck up from behind him. Her axe had made a new home in the skull of the Nord bandit, thick red blood trickled from the deathly wound.

"Now we're even," Vilkas nodded in thanks at Hana, who smiled slightly as she sheathed her weapon and put her shield on her back. Hana looked around at the scene before them. The bodies lined the road and blood seeped into the soil. "We should leave, we don't want to have to fight another troll again. We saw what happened last time," Vilkas laughed and started walking.

"Aye, we have to walk don't we?" Hana sighed and tried to catch up to Vilkas.

"Aye, unless you can summon that horse back from the dead," he gestured at the dead stead on the side of the road. "Pass me your shield. I can carry it for you." He offered and Hana gladly took up the offer.

"Since when have you been such a gentleman?" She smirked as she handed him her iron shield.

"Don't get used to it," he tried to scowl but it wasn't working. Hana laughed lightly and walked on beside the man.

0o0

While walking back, they hardly bickered at each other, only fighting on whether or not that Hana could sneak off to a Giants camp and steal from their chest.

"You're a fool if you think that you can sneak into a camp like that," Vilkas growled at her.

"And why do you say that?" She said putting her hands on her hips.

"Because you can't sneak in heavy armour, it is nearly impossible."

"Obviously you don't know me at all." Vilkas stood in shock as she dropped her weapon in his arms and ran off without a word to a rock not far from the camp. 'Lockan is going to kill me if she is pummelled to the ground.' Vilkas worried but kept his eyes trained on the lass.

Her movements were fast but quiet. Vilkas stood there, leaning on a rock as he watched the girl sneaking around the Giant's camp like it was nothing. Vilkas heard the giant walking around her and looked over the huge creature, its club resting on its shoulder. He looked back at Hana but couldn't see her. He looked around frantically trying to locate Hana but she wasn't to be see.

"I told you I could do it," a voice came from behind Vilkas. He turned around to see Hana, spinning a flawless sapphire in her hand and a banded iron shield attached to her back. Stunned for words, he looked at the girl, eyes scanning all over her.

"Oh enough with the staring. I didn't do it if I didn't think I could and besides much easier than having to kill it." She laughed as she started to walk across the plains towards Whiterun.

Vilkas shook his head and laughed slightly, "Obviously someone has recovered." He jogged up to Hana, slightly weighed down from carrying her old shield. Hana haulted suddenly and looked behind her. There was a faint thundering sound coming from behind them. He too looked back, and he wished he didn't. The giant that Hana had robbed was charging at them, its wooden club clutched in his hand as it ran towards them.

"RUN!" Hana yelled and sprinted off in front of him. Vilkas stepped back before he started running too. Thundering footsteps followed them as they ran across the plains towards the city. Vilkas caught up to Hana, thanks to his beast blood, "I told you not too! You damned stubborn woman!" He yelled at her through heavy breaths.

"Oh shut up would you!" She yelled back as she continued sprinting. Even though they had enhanced speed, the giant was catching up to them, its brutal screaming of fury behind them.

"There! Go to the escape tunnel at the Underforge!" Vilkas yelled as he sprinted past Hana, slightly slipping on loose rocks, followed by Hana. The giant was right on their tails, swinging its club at the compainions. Vilkas looked back and saw that Hana had just managed not to get hit by the club, stumbling slightly before she ran up to the entrance.

He in front and cupped his hands, allowing Hana to jump up onto the ledge. He looked up at the ledge, Hana had extended her arm to pull him up. Vilkas stood back before he sprinted towards the edge, jumping to try to catch Hana's hand. He hit the ledge with force, letting all the air in lungs be forced out. He pushed himself up the uneven wall and pulled himself up onto the ledge next to Hana.

"I told you not to," Vilkas breathed out. Looking over at Hana, a smile was planted on her face. He raised both of his eyebrows when she reached forward and pulled him into a hug. Her usual scent filled his nostrils, calming him slightly. He didn't know what it was but her scent always calmed him.

"You should know that I never listen to you," She smirked as he looked down at her, "Besides that was my exercise for the day." She laughed into his chest, he too let out a little chuckle. He let go of her and stood up slowly, pulling Hana with him.

"Come on, we best head to Jorvaskrr and let the others know we are back." Vilkas said as he turned on his heel. Hana skipped up next to him with the same grin on her face as they exited the Underforge. No one was in the training area when they walked to the patio.

"Why are you smiling like an idiot?" Vilkas glared at her.

"Oh you know, the fact that you haven't tried to kill me yet is making me think that you like me slightly." She laughed. Vilkas could feel heat spread across his face and shook his head.

"The only reason why I'm being nice is so that I don't have to put up with a fuming brother of yours. Besides you're not that bad to be around even though you do get on my nerves whelp." Vilkas said plainly and kept walking.

Hana started giggling behind him like a child. "Whatever you say Wolfy." Vilkas rolled his eyes at the nickname that Hana had given him, but it was slightly growing on him. They opened the doors to Jorvaskrr and walked inside being welcomed by Farkas jumping up from his seat and running over giving Hana a big hug. Vilkas stared at his brother and caught himself before he started growling, but he didn't understand why. Farkas winked at his brother, causing Vilkas to look down.

"Ah, little miss foxy is back. How you feeling?" Farkas boomed at Hana.

"Much better though a bit shaken from previous events," She smiled at his brother.

Farkas looked at Hana then at Vilkas with an eyebrow raised. "What happened?"

Vilkas laughed and looked at his brother. "Little miss Foxy thought it would be a smart idea to try and rob a giant." Farkas's eyes widened and stared down at the short Nord.

"Now this is a story I want to hear, but we should save it for later. Skjor wants to talk to you again Hana. I would advise you wash yourself though you stink." Farkas laughed loudly.

Hana nodded in agreement started to walk down to her quarters, "Oh and by the way you can't call me Foxy anymore," she grinned at Vilkas and Farkas.

"Try me," Farkas laughed and look back to his brother, a smile still on his dirt-covered face, "And you, go for a bath as well." Vilkas rolled his eyes before he too made his way down to his room. He trudged down the stairs towards the living quarters and opened the wooden door. Hana was standing against the wall talking to Ria, twirling the same gem in her hand.

"Really? You stole that from a giant?" Gasped the whelp.

"Aye, I did. I don't have much use for it so I thought you can have it." She shrugged and handed it over to the young girl.

Ria's eyes widened and a smile beaming off her face. "Thank you so much!" she squealed.

"No worries Ria, now if you don't mind I'm going to go get clean." Hana chuckled.

Ria nodded and walked off past Vilkas who she smiled at. Vilkas nodded in her direction before walking up to Hana.

"All trouble, getting chased by a damned giant and yet you give away one of the things you stole. Why?" He questioned her. Hana walked up closer to him and smiled.

"Well I have no use for it anyway and Ria's such a sweet girl, she may as well have it." Hana smiled at him and came closer. Vilkas watched the girl with intent eyes, his breaths slowed.

Hana grabbed onto his arm and stood on her tip toes and planted a small kiss to Vilkas's stubbled cheek before lowering and walking off, her hips swaying gently.

"See you upstairs," She said before she walked into her room and closed the door softly. Vilkas stayed where he was. Still stunned from the little peck. From what he briefly felt, her lips were soft and her scent intoxicated senses.

He sighed slightly and small smirk made its way onto his face as he walked to his room. He closed his door quietly before he started stripping off his wolf armour. His was relieved when he took off his armour, the excess weight killing his back. He walked over to the bench and splashed his face with water from a small basin. He grabbed a small rag and started wiping all of the dirt and grim from his face, including his war paint.

Vilkas finished wiping down himself and changed into a clean set of clothes. A grey shirt and black pants. He walked out of his room and almost ran into Farkas. Standing next to his brother, without his armour, he looked tiny compared to Farkas. Sure he was still masculine, he was more lean than his brother.

"You even had a bath and you still smell of her," Farkas laughed at his younger brother.

"What are you going on about?" Vilkas provoked him.

"You smell of Hana. Her scent is all over you. Say what have you two been up to?" Farkas winked.

Vilkas's face went red from blush and rage. "We have done nothing you ice brain and never will. She sat behind me on the way back to Whiterun and that's it."

Farkas raised an eyebrow and looked back towards his room. "Let's go to my room and talk about this," he winked before strolling over to his room. Vilkas reluctantly followed his brother into his room. Farkas's room had a bar in his room that he had built, taking up most of the room. Vilkas pulled out a wooden seat and sat down next to his brother, resting his arms on the bench with his head down.

"I know I'm not the smartest person in Jorvaskrr but I know when something is bugging my own brother. What happened when you went to High Hrothgar with Hana?" Farkas questioned his brother, his eyes eager.

Vilkas sighed and looked at his brother. "There's no use in lying is there?"

Farkas shook his head and gestured for Vilkas to started talking.

"Okay so when we first went up the mountain, we were attacked by a frost troll. Hana ended up fracturing her ankle and I had to carry her up the mountain. She didn't even argue like she usually would when we were up there for however long."

"And?" Farkas raised an eyebrow.

"Well that afternoon we got back and she did her shout at us, you knew I stayed out with her. She ended up apologising to me about the way she has acted and knows that she was being a child. She pulled me into a hug for the first time and I just froze."

Farkas eyebrows were raised and a shocked expression was written all over his face. "So she hugged you. That's cute but why did you freeze."

"I honestly don't know brother. I did end up hugging her back but broke the hug when soon after. I don't know why but as soon as I went back to my room, I felt like something was missing." Vilkas sighed and looked back down at the bench.

Farkas started laughing slightly, making Vilkas look over at his brother. "I think she is more than growing on you Vilkas." He snorted slightly.

Vilkas raised an eyebrow at his brother, "What are you saying?"

"And people call me the dumb one. I think you are falling for her, pretty hard by the way your saying it." Farkas chuckled at his just younger brother.

"Like in love?"

"You tell me? I saw what happened downstairs an hour ago when kissed your cheek, your whole face went red." Farkas laughed again.

It was Vilkas now who had his eyebrows raised at his brother. Was he actually in love with the stubborn, silver tongued and obnoxious Nord known as Hana. He couldn't be could he?

"Admit it, you're in love with her." Farkas cooed.

"Aye, it seems so. I swear by the divines if you say anything, I will personally hand you over to the Silver Hand, got it?" Vilkas warned.

"Whatever you say little brother," Farkas winked. "Oh I forgot to mention that Lockan and I had made a bet before you came back to Jorvaskrr. I should have made it 200 septims."

"Of course you made a bet," Vilkas sighed and looked up suddenly, "Wait! Lockan knows I like his sister?"

"He sure does, but don't worry, he will only knock you out while training." Farkas assured him and got off his seat.

"Thanks," Vilkas growled. He too got off his seat and walked to the door of his brothers room.

'Great, the whole of Jorvaskrr will know about this in a week.'