Vera was getting sick and tired of being taken out and waking up in a new place. Opening her eyes she looked up at the canopy of the trees and the night sky. There were fires all around her, flickering in the darkness. Feeling a drop fall to her face Vera tried to reach over and brush it away. It was then she realized she couldn't move her hands, she couldn't move her feet, she was paralyzed. Her eyes moved, feeling another drop hit her, seeing the freshly skinned hide of a wolf, it's mouth still hung open with tongue lulled to the side of its mouth, blood dripping from it's broken jaw onto her face.

"Funny thing is, this isn't the first of Tundra's pups that I've killed for hides. They would have been powerful wolves too, both of them. Strong smart boys, Tundra was so proud of our sons. With both parents being werewolves their hides would have made Silverback look like a pet. Unfortunately the stronger the sacrifice the harder it is to make the hide. After my sons died and failed to come back I knew I needed help. Luckily Jack Morton brought me the solution." He slammed the Vade Macum down on the altar next to Vera. "I won't let Tundra down again. It may not be the offspring of two werewolves but could you imagine a werewolf with your powers? This pup and I are going to finish off your order. I think it's only fair too, you took my child and now I get to take yours."

"Salvador was unstable, she was going to cause the end of the world if left unchecked, I did what was necessary to protect everyone."

Grabbing a dagger Alpha stabbed it into the altar, "No, you killed her out of fear. She was a good girl, she wanted to do what was right. She wanted to end organizations like you. Deciding who lives and who dies, who is in power and who pays the price."

"That's not what the order has to be, you worked with us once before."

He put a hand over her mouth and squashed her up. "I never worked with the order. The knights turned on me and joined you once. The enemy of my enemy. Looks like you have convinced them to side with you again. Very persuasive I must add but they switch sides so often I don't blame them. Eventually they will see things my way again. They will figure out how dangerous you are. You especially Vera Stone."

He huffed leaning into the altar now. "You know I really wish I could make you suffer but I promised Jack that I wouldn't hurt you. This really takes all the fun out of killing another Grand Magus you know." He pulled his hand off her mouth.

"I really don't like you." Vera commented being a little too confident in herself and her own abilities, especially since she didn't need a sacrifice to use magic. "Avolentur" Alpha was tossed back into a nearby tree impaling his shoulder on a branch and hanging him there like a ragdoll. Vera let out a sign and tried moving her arms again. Why wasn't his magic wearing off? Vera tried to look up at the branch where he was hanging but he was already gone. "Shit."

Alpha stood back up looking down at his blood soaked fingers. "Wow, nice job Vera. You are pretty strong aren't you." Vera was about to use another spell making him snap his fingers "Dormi."

Vera woke up again, this time in her temple. "What the hell?" She stood up brushing herself off and looking around at the altar. It was just as she remembered but how was it even possible? Wasn't she just in the woods? "Okay, this is weird." She flicked her hand to open the door to the reliquary but nothing happened. Again Vera tried it but the door remained closed.

"Magic doesn't work here." Vera jumped at the sound of a child's voice and looked behind her seeing a little girl sitting on the altar.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my temple?"

The girl cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes repeating back exactly what she had said but with a mocking tone. Jumping down she walked over to Vera and looked at the reliquary doors. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you but that's just me. I'm not really trustful of this place you know. It's kind of messy in here." She ran her finger over one of the tall candle holders showing a bit of dust. "See."

"Okay, you didn't answer my question."

"Pfft, why should I? You're the one who came at me demanding answers. What do you think I am an encyclopedia?"

"You look familiar." Vera commented.

"And you don't." The little girl started walking away from the doors before stopping and looking back at Vera. "Excuse you, Vera Stone, you coming with or what?"

"You know my name?"

The little girl stopped in her tracks throwing her arms up and letting out a loud groan. "Yes, I do now hurry up already you are slowing us down lady. Geesh." The girl headed up the steps out of the temple. Opening the secret door she stepped out into an old farm field. "Whoa, where are we?" The girl asked, looking around. "I don't know this place."

"I do." Vera came up behind her. "It's home."

"You live in a cornfield? What are you a scarecrow?" The girl stepped back a moment. "Don't answer that. You actually do sort of creep me out a little."

"No, this is where I grew up." Vera pointed ahead and started walking towards a white farmhouse with an old fashioned barn in the distance. There was an old rusty swing set in the yard with a few kids playing on it. The little girl followed behind Vera seeing a younger teen Vera arguing with a boy on the porch. They were too far away to understand anything but that didn't stop the kid from having another snarky comment.

"Hey, it's you but prettier and not old."

"Don't you have a hole to crawl back into?" Vera looked down at her again. "And why are you following me?"

"Do you think I have anything better to do?" The girl continued to follow Vera into the house where teenage Vera had vanished. "This is so weird."

"I agree, these are my memories." Stepping into the small kitchen of the house Vera saw her younger self arguing with her foster mother. She was shouting at Vera, insulting her, calling her legs, telling her she should have just kept her legs closed.

"I hate her." The kid responded noticing that none of these memory people could see or hear them apparently.

"Me too." Vera added seeing her younger self shaking, close to breaking down. Vera hated that, her old self, too weak to just stand up for herself for once. She should have yelled back but Vera had just taken it. Her attention was pulled away when she heard crying from upstairs. "No." Vera ran up the stairs followed by the little girl. She knew exactly where she was going, reaching the room before her teenage self. Vera reached out for the crib but she wasn't able to interact with it. "No, please."

A younger version of Vera ran into the room then, following the current Vera's actions though unlike her she reached into the crib and pulled the baby out. Her face was turning red as her screams grew silent. The younger Vera was crying out for help, shouting to her foster parents to call an ambulance. "Please, please, please." Vera started crying. "She's having an allergic reaction dammit."

The younger Vera tried doing CPR on the baby, shocking her while her face started changing colors again, sobbing uncontrollably. Vera grabbed her cellphone looking at it and trying to get reception but there was nothing. "Come on."

"It's just a memory Vera, you can't change the past." Vera started to cry harder, watching her daughter die for the second time again. "Vera we have to go." She kept crying watching the little girl suffocate as her past self did everything she could to save her. The child took Vera's hand. "Please Vera, we can't stay here. I'm sorry, I really am but we need to go now."

"You brought me here to show me this, why?"

"I didn't, you did. These are your memories, you wanted to see them."

"I've never wanted to see this again." Vera responded, closing her eyes and opening them again to see nothing. Vera heard a baby again, looking up at the crib and seeing her daughter again. She walked back to the side of the crib able to touch it now. The baby girl looked up at Vera smiling, her blue eyes lighting up at the sight of her. "Hi Boo." Vera picked the baby up feeling her in her arms again. She felt warm and alive as she reached up and grabbed hold of her hair. Vera felt tears rolling down her face again, a smile coming to her face. "I missed you so much." She hugged her daughter never wanting to let her go again.

"Vera please." The girl behind her voice trembled with fear. "You can't help her now she's dead. That's why she's here. "It's too late for her but it doesn't have to be too late for you too. You have to go back Vera. You have to let go and go back."

Vera kept holding the baby girl as she turned to look to the child again. "Who are you?"

"I can't say."

"Why not?"

The girl looked down at the floor shifting her weight. "I don't even have a name and besides you don't know me." She looked back up shrugging her shoulders. "But you will."

Vera sighed looking back at the baby in her arms and smiling at her. She kissed her daughter on her forehead. "I'm not leaving her again."

"I know it's not fair to ask you this and I wish I didn't but one of us is dead and the other one doesn't have to be. You didn't save her but you can save me Vera. Please, I'm not ready to die yet either."

"You do know me don't you."

"I do." The girl wrapped her arms around herself still looking at the ground.

"And I do know you don't I."

"Kind of."

"I'll ask you again then, who are you?"

The girl looked back at Vera, she knew why she recognized her, she looked like Hamish sort of. "I'm…" She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know but dad called me Fluffy...sometimes."

Vera's expression changed a little, "Really? Fluffy is the nickname you know? I can't stand that nickname." She looked back at her baby girl and then to….Fluffy.

"We can't stay here and she can't come back."

"I know." Vera kissed her little baby again. Carefully she put her back down in her crib smiling down at her. "I love you." Vera stepped back as the baby started crying again. It made tears run down her face. "I'll always love you, I'll always remember you and you'll always be in my heart." She looked back at 'Fluffy'. "I'm so sorry." She tried turning her back on the crying baby wanting so badly to stay with her but she couldn't. Walking back over to Fluffy Vera reached out and grabbed her hand. "Let's go home."

The crying stopped behind them, wind picking up as they found themselves outside again in the forest. Vera looked around a moment. "Why are we still here?"

"Because you have to want to live."

"But I do want to live." Vera insisted. "I want to live." A shadow moved behind them making Vera stand in front of the little girl. "Stay behind me."

"I don't understand, why can't you go back then?" The little girl waited. Another shadow moved through the forest frightening her. "What is that?"

"I don't know."

"I'm afraid."

"Me too." Vera held onto her hand tighter. There was a voice moving in the wind around them, Alpha's voice. He was saying something in ancient norse. Turning around Vera picked up the little girl holding her in her arms. "It's going to be okay."

The girl slumped in her arms, clenching her fists and crying out in pain. "Something." She stopped sounding like she was choking. "Something's wrong." The girl threw her head back screaming out. "It hurts."

"No, come on." Vera got closer to the ground as the girl shook in her arms. "Not you too, dammit."

"Mommy make it stop, it hurts." She grabbed hold of Vera's jacket contorting in her arms. "I don't want to die, please make it stop."

"Alpha, you son of a bitch." She held the girl down as she convulsed. "You can't take my daughter away from me, I'm not going to let you." She shook the little girl curling up on the ground. "Come on, you are so much stronger than this. You're my daughter, you're Hamish's daughter. You're a wolf and a witch. He's not strong enough to take you away. Come on Fluffy you fight his ass. You show him what Alejandro was so afraid of you for."

The girl looked up at Vera, her eyes a bright silver as she took in a deep breath. Pushing Vera back she threw the woman quite a distance, her bones snapping and popping as golden colored fur started coming over her body. Fluffy snarled, her fingers bleeding as claws erupted from under her nails. Ripping through her clothes she let her werewolf body transform, standing over Vera like a tower now. Snarling at the sky Fluffy took in a deep breath and let out a deep hollow howl. The full moon over their heads started changinG hue, a dark crimson red dripping down over it as though the moon itself started to bleed.