AN: Thanks for the review Manu I hope you enjoy this chapter

Before Amaliea knew it they were entering a hidden entrance to a cave beneath the Skyforge. As they walked down the tunnel she saw a werewolf. Some inner voice told her that it was Aela but she froze all the same feeling the panic rise up inside her.

Skjor looked at Amaliea and said "surly you recognize your shield sister even in this form."

He seemed to be waiting for a response but, when none was forthcoming he said "I bet you're wondering what's going on. Well, the answer is we've decided that the only way for you to prove you won't reveal our secret is for you to become one of us a werewolf. You will gain strength and speed beyond your wildest dreams. We are giving you a gift you can't refuse."

'Make me a werewolf like them! I don't want to be a werewolf!' Amaliea thought panicked

Once more She could feel every instinct screaming run, but Skjor still held her wrist preventing her from bolting. She wanted to scream No! But couldn't make her voice work. She could feel the memories creeping up on her and she fought to stay afloat. Skjor pulled Amaliea forward to stand at a stone basin in the center of the cave and Aela stepped forward extending her left forearm over the basin between them and reached out with a single claw from her right paw, cutting her left so that blood poured from the wound into the basin. Amaliea recoiled in horror fighting down the rising darkness and a horrible sick feeling.

Skjor caught her preventing her from fleeing and said "now Aela has agreed to be your forebearer. All you have to do is taste of her Wolfblood and you will become one of us."

With that, he seized Amaliea's left hand and lowered it into the basin of blood when he pulled it out it dripped with Aela's blood. Amaliea felt sick. Skjor forced her to open her mouth and dripped the blood in then everything went black.

When Amaliea came to she was laying on the ground in a wood she'd never seen before and it was morning. As she sat up she noticed that Aela was standing a few feet away with her back to her.

' Ugh, What happened why can't I seem to remember? Wait, Skjor, and Aela, the blood. Am I a werewolf now?!' Amaliea thought

She started to stand up and Aela whirled around and smiles "good your back I was beginning to worry."

"What happened?" Amaliea ask

"You were born into the pack sister." Aela said smirked

"I'm a werewolf now?" Amaliea asked quietly looking down at her hands wondering if there were fur and claws under there now.

"Yes you have the wolf blood now and it's strong at that. You gave me and Skjor a good bit of trouble after you turned. You were harder to control then Farkas at his first turning."

It suddenly occurred to Amaliea that Skjor was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Skjor?" she asked

"Oh he's scouting out a little celebration we have planned for you, the silver hand I believe you've had a run-in with them before, they have a fort near here. We're going to hunt them down all of them."

The look on Aela's face made Amaliea feel sick inside. It was the same look the monster had when he opened the cage before he turned to predatory hunger and hatred.

"Are you sure that's a good idea I mean won't attacking them just encourage them hunting were-wolves?" Amaliea asked in a small voice.

Aela sneered "Don't be soft the silver hand hunt down any were-wolf they can find. Then they don't just kill them and get it over with they torture them first. Now come on don't make me regret my decision."

Amaliea followed Aela, feeling the all too familiar panic rising, and forced it back down thinking that this is a horrible idea.

"Huh looks like Skjor went on in, come we best hurry." Aela said

As they ran towards the fort someone started shooting arrows at them and everything dissolved into the chaotic dance of battle. As they went thru the fort trying to find Skjor and clear out the silver hand, Amaliea was desperately fighting an internal battle as well, trying to force down the panic and memories. Every time they passed a were-wolf head on a spike or a dead were-wolf, She felt it rise up again and again. She screamed and nearly lost it when a living were-wolf charged to the front of a cage as they passed, getting a glare from Aela. She could feel her grip on reality getting more and more tenuous with each minute that passed.

They finally stopped outside a set of double doors and Aela told her "Be careful from here on out their leader is a man called skinner you can guess why. Be ready."

They entered the room and were met with a horrible sight. Skjor was tied up lying on the ground. He was bleeding badly. Aela screamed charging them.

Amaliea heard a man yell "Kill the prisoner!"

Then a lot of the silver hand charged at Skjor. 'I can't let them kill him!' She thought. So she charged into the fight. she managed to get to Skjor just in time to stop a broadsword from taking off his head. she noticed he was gagged with a cloth so she cut it with a flick of her short sword.

she was just in time for him to yell "behind you!"

Amaliea spun around in time to take out a woman with her sword raised to stab Amaliea in the back. The battle was fierce and confusing. Aela was dropping silver hand left and right with her bow while Amaliea tried to keep them away from Skjor. She was not sure how many she dropped as they came at her finally they stopped coming and Amaliea sheathed her swords. She started to turn back to Skjor to free him when she felt a sharp burning pain shoot through her left leg just above her knee. she looked down and saw an arrow sticking out of her leg; it had gone through her leggings in the space between where her armored tunic ended and her boots began. She could see blood starting to weal up around the shaft. She saw Aela draw her bow and then an archer fell off a platform across the room. Amaliea made her way to Skjor every step feeling like a knife stabbing was her again and again, the only thing she could remember about arrow wounds was that pulling out the arrow could make it worse. she started working on getting Skjor loose, seeing he was bleeding from a dozen or more wounds and was barely conscious. All She could think was that they needed to stop the bleeding. Aela was checking for any silver hand left alive. Skjor was getting paler by the minute so Amaliea did the only thing she knew to do she checked his wounds for any debris, then started to use the healing hands spell her ma had taught me when she was little. Skjor roused himself as the spell began to knit his flesh back together enough that he would be able to make it back to Jorrvaskr. Aela helped him to his feet and Amaliea grabbed a spear lying next to one of the silverhand to use as a staff so she could take some weight off her injured leg. Then they walked out of the fort Aela was mostly carrying Skjor but even so it wasn't long before they had gotten so far ahead of Amaliea that she lost track of them. That when she realized she was completely lost and thought 'Maybe if I keep walking in a straight line I'll find a road.'

It was evening tide at Jorrvaskr when Aela staggered in with Skjor leaning heavily on her as she did Tilma, Brill, and Vignar were the only ones there, as the two came in they looked up from what they were doing.

Tilma rushed to them saying "Oh my! Take him to his room and lay him down. Brill go get a Danica, I'll go tell the rest of the circle."

Brill ran out the doors and Tilma hurried downstairs and to Kodlak's sitting room where once again Kodlak, Farkas, and Vilkas were sitting together.

As Tilma burst in they looked up and she hurried to say "Aela and Skjor are back. Skjor is hurt and Aela is taking him to his room Brill went for a Danica!"

Kodlak looked concerned saying "thank you Tilma we'll go to them."

Tilma turned to go when Vilkas asked "Was Amaliea with them?"

"Nay should she have been?" Tilma asked

"We thought she was but maybe we were mistaken." Vilkas responded looking worried

As Tilma left the three men stood and walked to Skjor's room where Aela was helping Skjor laydown. When they saw the three enter they looked distinctly uncomfortable.

Kodlak was frowning and said, "We saw what you left in the uderforge Aela."

Aela flushed saying "we were trying to protect all of us."

"How by trapping another soul under our curse!" Vilkas snapped

"It's not a curse it's a gift." Skjor growled

"Either way Amaliea has been gone since last night and nobody can find her. What did you do?" Farkas interrupted

"We turned her so she couldn't tell, and anyway it's not like she's still missing she was right behind us." Aela said

"Tilma said she wasn't with you. Think back when is the last time you actually saw her?" Kodlak asked

"About five minutes after we left the silver hand fort. I looked back because I heard an odd thumping noise, it was Amaliea she was using a spear as a staff." Aela answered

"Why did Amaliea need a staff?" Farkas growled

Aela squirmed uncomfortably under the three men's piercing looks and mumbled "she got hit in the leg with an arrow."

"And you didn't keep an eye on her?!" Vilkas and Farkas practically yelled in unison then stalked out of the room.

Kodlak stood silent glaring disapprovingly at Aela and Skjor as Aela called after them "Where are you going?"

"To look for Amaliea and bring her home. "The twins answered once more in unison as they headed for the stairs passing Danica on her way to tend Skjor.

"The suns going down maybe I should find shelter. Gods I'm thirsty I need to find some water, and food I'm hungry. I wish my leg would stop hurting. Maybe I should stop and rest. No, if I stop I might not get going back in the right direction." Amaliea muttered to herself as she paused to look around her head pounding.

"Aela! Skjor! Anyone?!" She yelled hoping someone would answer.

"No luck, I wish I knew which way Whiterun is from here. Best keep moving maybe I'll find a road soon. My leg feels like it's on fire." She reached down and touched the skin around the wound it felt hot. "Why didn't I fight Skjor? Why didn't I run? I wouldn't be here if I wasn't such a coward. Some companion I am. I'm completely lost. I have to be the worst companion in history. Geez, it's cold out here I wish I had my cloak." She walked around another tree not knowing how many she'd veered around. Suddenly her good leg slips out from under her and she fell on her back and felt herself tumbling down a hill. Her forehead struck something and everything seemed to dissolve into blackness.