Depending on when this actually goes up, this could actually be late! Sorry, been really busy all day!

I went to the lake with my anger slowly growing. Once again the Descendants of Lupine had crossed the invisible line and I planned on giving them a piece of my mind.

The base was quiet, quieter than I expected. Possibly now that the Descendants of Lupine
had been captured they were in meetings to discuss what to do now.

Down here I tucked the walking stick under my arm and used ice to propel me at normal walking speed towards where I needed to go. I remembered the entrance to the cavern the Descendants of Lupine were being held, and got stopped by a Descendant of Bunnymund and a Descendant of Sandman in full armour who were guarding the entrance.

They were guarding a bare patch of wall with a crack in it, the Descendant of Bunnymund on my right and the Descendant of Sandman on my left.

"What business do you have down here?" Asked the Descendant of Bunnymund, their voice slightly muffled because their visor was down.

"I need to ask the Descendants of Lupine something." I replied.

"And what would that be?"

"Why I found black fur in the bedroom of a teenage boy who has gone missing."

The pair of them looked at each other, obviously unsure whether to let me pass.

"Can't this go to the Heads?"

I hadn't really considered the Heads, but I didn't know how they'd react, or what they'd do. After last time, I was less than keen on getting them involved.

"I don't want to bother them. It might be nothing." I said, hoping that my words had
some kind of truth.

The pair looked at each other again, then the Descendant of Bunnymund tapped the ground three times with their foot. I hadn't seen that before, and no hole opened up, so I had to wonder what the point of that was.

Within less than a minute another Descendant of Bunnymund, not quite in full armour came running up behind me. Like all Descendants of Bunnymund she was tall and clearly athletic, with red hair tied in a high ponytail and pale blue eyes. Despite her height, she honestly didn't look much older than me.

"What's up?" She asked in the usual bright Australian accent.

"Can you escort Miss Davies to the Descendants of Lupine?" asked the Descendant of Bunnymund on duty.

"Certainly." The woman looked at me brightly. "Come on then."

She walked past me and the two guards parted for her as she tapped her fist against the bare rock, causing it practically melt under her touch. I walked as quickly as I could behind her, but even on ice I could only just keep up with her.

"So, what's your name?" I asked as we walked into what seemed like the bowels of the earth. I swear it wasn't this far last night.

"Hannah." She replied. "And I know who you are. Everyone does."

"Hmmm." That explained how the other Descendant of Bunnymund knew my surname.

"Ah, not one for the spotlight, huh?"

"No."

"You do know that skipping the celebrations is only going to make people pay more attention don't you?" She asked, a grin in her voice.

I winced, I hadn't expected people to really notice that much.

"Well... Ummm."

"I'm just teasing you Jackie, can I call you Jackie?"

"Y-yeah, sure."

"Great! Feel free to call me Hannah, Hans or even 'just shut up!'"

"Right." I was more than a little taken aback by Hannah's overly friendly nature. She seemed lovely, but it was almost unbearable when I had other things on my mind.

We had reached the Descendants of Lupine, and they seemed to be mainly asleep. They were all scattered around the cell, some human, some wolf. Seeing the wolves brought some of those images back, but I found them slightly easier to dispel this time. I had a job to do, and I wasn't going to let them see me freaked out.

The leader, Pete, was awake and sitting against the back wall with his legs crossed and his head leaning against the wall. His gaze narrowed as I walked up, his head coming forward from the wall.

"What do you want?" He almost growled, more wolf like than human.

"Why is there black wolf fur in the bedroom of a boy who's gone missing?" I asked, trying to remain calm.

Pete shrugged. "How should I know? I've been in here all night."

"What about before you were caught? What were you up to then?"

"That's my business."

"If someone's gone missing, then no it isn't."

A grin spread across Pete's face. "Ah, friend of yours? Boyfriend perhaps?"

I scowled, strangely irritated by that idea. "That doesn't matter, what matters is if you know where he is."

Pete leaned back, surprisingly relaxed. "I could tell you. If I feel like it."

"So you did have something to do with it!"

"Did I say that? I suppose I hinted at it, but what is that knowledge worth to you?"

I gritted my teeth, not sure how to continue.

"Oh, it seems that you don't care about him after all. I suppose I can send the message to kill him."

Ice spread so quickly from my feet that I barely even realised until they had covered the earthen bars. Hannah took a step back and I heard her gasp, but my gaze was only on the surprisingly cocky leader of the Descendants of Lupine. His breath was misting in front of him as the temperature dropped, but he seemed unfazed by the sudden show of power.

"Oh, you do care?" Pete looked a little smug. "Then perhaps we could trade, mine and my packs freedom for the boy's?"

I got my temper under control and the ice retreated. "I don't have that kind of authority."

Pete snorted. "And here I was told that Descendants of Jack Frost were rule breakers. Looks like I got the only one that behaves, how dull. I thought you were supposed to be volatile troublemakers?"

"Sorry, I didn't get that memo." I growled, I had my trump card ready in my head, but he was successfully distracting me.

"Oh really, because everyone else got it." Pete leaned around me slightly, looking at Hannah. "Didn't ya?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked, getting more than fed up with how off topic we were.

Pete's eyes went wide, and to my surprise, her burst out laughing.

"You really don't know?! Oh, this is gold!"

"What is so funny?!" I demanded, forgetting my original purpose for a moment.

"Oh, haha." Pete wiped his eyes. "I shouldn't be surprised that they didn't tell you, didn't want you lot turning their back on them."

"You're not explaining." I said through gritted teeth. Pete took his time answering, clearing relishing in that power.

"No one wanted you lot. You're too much trouble. No wonder you were ignored for so long, it's wonder they even let you join."

My breath caught in my throat and my gaze narrowed as I processed this. I didn't believe it, after four years, I had no reason to believe it.

"Ah, you don't believe me." Pete noted. "How about this? My group of Descendants knew about each other, even joined up with some other Descendants who aren't part of your little club, without knowing our heritage. So how come you didn't?"

Pete's grin widened as the shock became apparent on my face. No, that wasn't...

"No one gave a damn about you lot." Pete insisted, "More trouble than you're worth."

My fist clenched and due to my slowly red filling vision I felt ice begin to form on the knuckles.

"Take. That. Back."

"Why? You know the truth now Descendant of Frost. You just got to ask yourself why they didn't tell you. Why your own Branch never told you."

Breath, he's winding you up.

I took deep breaths through my nose, remembering why I was here. His little titbit of info could wait.

I took another deep breath, ready to pull my, slightly desperate, trump card. "Getting back on the original topic. I've told you before that you don't get non Descendants involved. The police have been called to the boy's home; it wouldn't take much for me to call them in. I expect there's a Descendant in the police force somewhere."

It seemed to work and Pete's face paled.

"If you do that, you won't find the boy."

"The police would get it out of you."

Pete's face became shrewd, thinking hard, possibly weighing up being held by HOG to being arrested by the normal police. We didn't have the authority to properly jail them, and probably wouldn't. The police on the other hand...

"The hills just beyond the camp where you found us. He's there."

"And how do I know you're telling the truth?"

"You don't, you'll just have to trust me."

I looked hard at Pete's face, and decided to believe him.

"Alright."

I turned and began to leave, with a very confused Hannah not far behind.

"Be sure to put in a good word with your Heads!" Pete called after us, and I couldn't tell if he was joking or not.