Hamish had gone to bed after his parents had and crawled into bed with Vera. She hadn't actually planned on staying over for the night and had helped herself to one of his Belgrave t-shirts. She looked good in his t-shirt but then again what didn't she look good in? Crawling under the covers Vera hardly even shifted, she was out cold which personally he thought was a good thing. She needed more sleep, poor thing never slept much anymore. Cuddling up next to her Hamish wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes listening to the calming rhythmic sound of her heartbeat. It didn't take long for Hamish to fall asleep with Vera in his arms.

His dreams shifted from usual worries of finding himself teaching a class and then finding out he wasn't wearing pants and desperately trying to hide behind a rolling podium as students came up to ask him questions. Then without warning his dreams shifted to something else. He was sitting in an old wooden cabin rocking in an old wooden rocking chair in front of an old stone fireplace with a roaring fire. Hamish looked down at himself realizing he was wearing a dress, not only that but he was a woman. He started to feel more like a passenger inside a live movie when a knock came to the cabin's little door, his head turning towards it and reaching for a fire poker beside her. Another knock reached the door while Hamish tensed up. "Tundra, it's me, Midnight."

Tundra sighed and stood up walking to the door. Setting the poker down by the doorframe she opened the door to look at a tall gruff man with a dark beard to match nearly black eyes. He was bulky, well muscled and easily towered over her. Having to crouch down a little Midnight entered her cabin. ""Are you alright?"

"I'm fine Midnight." Tundra placed her hands on her hips, blond curls tied up in a loss braid that fell over her shoulder.

"The boys?"

"Sleeping." She nodded her head towards the closed door to the side.

"Wake them, we need to go."

Tundra dropped her hands to her side as Midnight walked through the cabin to the door. "Why, what's happened?"

"Alpha." Tundra's eyes widened. "He's found you."

Tundra rushed forward to the door and opened it up, firelight shining in showing two small beds with two small boys. One was a young blonde, no older than ten years old while the other was a dark haired six year old. They were sound asleep, unaware of their mothers frantic panic. "Angus, Rory, wake up boys." Tundra pulled two dark brown cloaks from the hooks beside their beds and threw them at the small boys. "Come on my boys." She reached down grabbing Rory, her youngest, first.

The boy rolled over in bed blinking back his sleep, "Mum? Mum what's wrong?"

"We have to go."

Midnight stepped into the room then, "Tundra, he's here."

She panicked now, pulling the younger boy out of bed and putting his cloak on before grabbing the older one. "Come on, hurry."

Stepping closer to the window Midnight started pulling at the strings on his tunic, eyes fixed on the distance. "I'll buy you some time. You go, take the boys as far away as possible."

"How will I find you again?"

"You won't, Greybeard will be waiting for you at the Inn in Skarsgard."

"Midnight." She begged him. "You can't."

"I can Tundra and I will." He was defiant, unable to change his mind. "Long's the road." He pounded his fist into his chest.

"Short is the life." Tundra reached up placing a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you, old friend." The boys were ready to go now, both looking up to Tundra with fright filled blue eyes. Midnight started to turn, his bones snapping and twisting as he shifted into a large black werewolf. Midnight ran off, ripping the cabin door off its hinges as he charged out ahead took the boys hands, "Hurry." Running Tundra dashed out the door with her sons behind her, the large black wolf tangled in combat against a large white one.

"Uncle Midnight." Angus shouted out with terror gripping his lungs.

"Angus." Tundra grabbed the back of his cloak and tugged him along.

"Mama." Rory was crying now, trying to keep up with her. "What's happening."

"Silence Rory, keep running and don't stop until I tell you to." In the distance Tundra could hear Midnight screaming in pain, his yelps cut short by a sharp crack and a final yelp. "Go." Tundra pushed her boys. "Run, keep running and don't stop. Run until morning I'll find you."

Rory reached out to his mother crying out to her. "No mum."

Angus grabbed his brother's hand. "Come on, do as mother says Rory."

"Go my boys. I'll see you again, I promise." Tundra held off her tears as she ripped off her cloak and dropped it to the frost covered ground. Her breath curled up from her mouth as claws erupted from her hands. With another step Tundra ripped off her tunic and snarled, running forward under the pale moonlight. Her grey pelt fluttered in the wind as she went after the white wolf. Throwing herself at him she grabbed hold of the larger wolf, her claws slashing at his face before he grabbed her shoulder and bit down. Driving Tundra into the ground Alpha pushed her along the forest floor kicking up dirt and leaves until she managed to kick him back with her back feet. Rolling over she jumped on his back grabbing the scruff of his neck and shaking her head violently.

Alpha yelped reaching back at her as Tundra jumped back and forth still holding his scruff to avoid being clawed by the male wolf. Her blue eyes flashed with concern seeing Rory run up, distracted for a moment and being grabbed by Alpha. The larger wolf lifted her up standing at his full height before slamming Tundra hard into the ground.

"Mama." Rory cried out looking at Alpha. Letting out a loud scream the trees around them cracked and both wolves were tossed back rolling across the ground. Tundra tried to catch herself only to have her head basked into a path of jagged rocks and knocking her unconscious. Laying in the snow Tundra got back up gulping for air and shaking her head. She was put out on the ground, naked but not cold.

Quickly Tundra stood back up looking around the forest and unable to see Alpha. "Rory." Tundra called out desperately. "Angus." She wrapped her arms around herself, her blonde curls falling like a ratted mess over her slender pale shoulders. "My boys." Tundra continued to walk smelling blood in the air. "Rory, Angus." Her feet carried her quickly through the woods stepping on rocks and twigs but never once wincing in pain. Pushing through branches and brush she finally came to a clearing falling to the ground with a scream.

On the ground before a still pond laid the two boys washed in pale moonlight. Mouth poured from their mouths and the slits in their necks. "No, no, no, no." Tundra crawled down to her sons touching one of their cold hands. "No." Tundra pulled her youngest Rory up into her lap brushing his dark hair from his face. "Rory." She started sobbing, shaking as she pulled the boys closer to her, holding their lifeless bodies in her lap. Tundra screamed out at the sky, her human voice turning into an earth shattering roar. In the distance a wolf howled.