Angela woke up in an unfamiliar room in a rather large fur-covered bed. There was a fire in the brick fireplace.

"Where am I?" She said to no one. "I remember I was at the grave. I must have fallen asleep."

She got out of the bed and looked around, trying to find some clue of where she was. She was going to open the door but it opened hitting her in the face.

"Ow.." She weakly said and stepped back to rub her nose.

"You okay?" A man asked her. He was holding a tray of food.

"Yeah." She replied and then saw him. Her eyes widened. "Sasha? No, it can't be. I saw you get killed." She fell to the floor, staring at him.

He frowned and shook his head. "No, my name is Alexi. I am the great-nephew of your Sasha." He put his hand out to her. "My family have been worried about you. We found you on his grave. We recognized you from pictures."

She took his hand and slowly got up. "Sasha's family?"

"Da." He moved to the bedside table and put the tray down. "I have brought some soup and bread for you. Afterwards, if you are feeling well, please come downstairs." He said with a frank tone. He then left.

She slowly took a sip of soup and then realized how hungry she was and devoured it. After she finished, she didn't know what to do as she looked around the room. It was rustic and she finally noticed the hulking moose head over the fireplace. She narrowed her eyes at it and looked down. She saw she was wearing a night-gown that wasn't hers.

"Uh..." She saw a robe and put it on. She had to figure out what was her next move, therefore she decided to to follow the instructions of Alexi.

She headed downstairs and there was a small gathering of people, all siegbarstes. Two women and three men. She thought to herself grandparents, parents, and then Alexi who she just met.

They all looked at her startled, by her presence and her appearance. Angela didn't know what to do but go downstairs.

"Sestra." The elderly man stood up to her with his hands outstretched to her. She didn't fully recognize him until the thought hit her.

"Liev?" She asked tearing up. He nodded so emotional and tearing up too. They hugged each other for a few moments and slowly let go. "I can't believe it. I haven't seen you since you were a little boy."

"And you! You look like the day I saw you." He said, tearfully. He became slightly confused as did everyone else.

"I.." She swallowed slightly and looked at them with fear in her. She doesn't want them to know about everything but she had to tell them. She swallowed hard. "I.. am a chimera. I haven't aged for a long long time. Sasha was afraid your family wouldn't accept me at all since I wasn't a siegbarste and he thought it would add more hatred towards me." She said in quiet voice. She looked sadly and fearfully at them.

"We already knew that." Alexi spoke out. She immediately looked at him, in complete shock. "Great-uncle Sasha told the family after you married. It was true he was afraid but we didn't care. He couldn't have children and you made him happy."

"What?" She couldn't believe it. Sasha never said anything to her, but that was something she believed that he would've done. She smiled to herself. "Thank you, everyone."

They proceeded to catch up of what was happening in the family. She was glad the family wasn't in harms way of of the Royals. Unfortunately she knew in the back of her mind, she had to leave. If she didn't, they would be in danger. Liev noticed her distressed face and understood without her saying.

"Angela, where will you go after this?" He asked and in response the room became dead silent.

"I'm going to the mountains. I have an old friend there. The people who are after me won't find me there." She closed her eyes as she told them and slowly opened her eyes, in a worried expression. "If anyone comes by, you had no contact since the war."

They all nodded in agreement, knowing what the Verrat would do to them all.

Several days later, Angela was on her way up the Himalayas. She was wearing several layers of jackets, goggles, and a Russian hat. She was carrying a mountain backpack, full of supplies.

Have to keep running. Need to protect him. She thought to herself. The thoughts were scattered around and barely blipped before they slipped to the next idea. If he finds out about Sean, he's going to blow a fuse. Can barely see my own family. Sasha, if you can hear me please protect him. She prayed hard as she closed her eyes as she trekked on.

She got to a higher part of the mountain and there was an insignia. She knocked on it, immediately after the wall went in and opened to her. She looked into the darkness and went it.

In Portland..

Captain Renard sneezed. He rubbed his nose on his arm. He was on his way to a warehouse. He was told by his source that the Pegasos were seen hanging out here. His car arrived at the warehouse, he idled slightly away to see what was happening. He saw his two detectives with guns out going in. He cursed himself.

Dammit! What do I do? If they get to him first...

Renard weighed his two options. He had to go in there to prevent them from finding out or worse killing someone that he needed information from or them finding out his secret.

He tightened his jaw. He took his keys out of the ignition and hastily put it in his coat. He got out of his car and followed after them. He kept his hand in his pocket, clenching his gun.

As he entered the warehouse, he was cautious. He didn't want to explain why he was there in the first place. He sneaked behind some large crates and heard his detectives speak.

"Nick, I don't see anyone. I think that we're too late." He heard Hank say.

Renard bit his lip in frustration. He wanted them to leave so badly. He knew that if they stuck around any longer, they might find something linking to the Pegasos but they won't understand it but he could, probably. He feels that maybe he should just come clean to them. It would make his life easier but how to do it is the main question. He didn't want any negative repercussions happening and he couldn't handle the explaining of everything. There was way too much happening. In due time the Grimm will find out and Renard hopefully would have all the answers. Hopefully.

He carefully crept a bit closer so he could have some sort of visual on them. He found a slight opening between the crates and could see them. He leaned on them as he took a look.

Nick was moving around and stopped at a work table with documents spread all over. Hank was a couple of feet near him so he could still be alert to any surprises.

"Hey Hank. These lists are some kind of shipping manifest but that completely makes sense since we're in a shipping warehouse." Nick furrowed his brow. "The only thing weird about them is that everything is in some sort of strange language. I'm guessing Greek, but I'm not really sure. You think Monroeknows any?"

"I don't know. But who knows, Monroe knows like what German, he may some other kind of language."

"I think the Captain might know it. He did help us with the Latin thing."

Renard flinched slightly as he heard Nick talk about him. He did know some Greek but not that much. Just little things Angela would say to him, though Latin was a bigger part of her life. She grew up around the beginning of the Roman era though she did travel throughout Europe she mainly stayed around the Eastern to Southern part. She didn't like going any more west than Germany at times because there was even more war and conflict. She preferred the wars in her part of the world, much more reminiscent of her own time.

"We should call him." Nick got his phone out.

Renard froze in place but he had to quickly get his phone out. In a panic state, he fumbled with his phone, pressing the power button as hard as he can as he had to wait in agony, freaking out.

BEEP!

"What was that?" Nick said, as he closed his phone and pulled out his gun. Hank followed in suit. "Police! Put your hands up!"

Shit. Shit shit shit SHIT! Renard didn't know what he should do. One one hand if he reveals himself and everything else, maybe it'll be good. On another he might screw any chance on finding Angela. SHITTT! He had to find someway to get out of there, but how?

He could...what? What could he do? He shook his head to himself. This is bound to happen, he might as well control it.

"Don't shoot!" Renard yelled and put his hands up as he walked to the detectives.

He saw them slightly lower their guns but at the same time they were hesitant.

"Captain, what are you doing here?" Hank asked cautiously, gun still pointed.

He sighed and exhaled deeply. "I have a confession to make. So please put the guns down."

They lowered the guns but kept them aimed toward the ground.

"Detective Burkhardt, first of all I know you're a Grimm and I know Hank knows too." He tightened his jaw, waiting for their reaction. They looked flabbergasted.

"Wait, Captain are you a kehrseite-schlich-kennen?" Nick asked him. He and Hank looked at their Captain, slightly afraid of what his answer might be.

"No." He took a deep breath. "I'm a wesen, hexenbiest, but right now is not the time for that. We need to find the Pegasos."

"What? You know about them?" The two put away their guns.

"Yeah." Renard looked away from them contemplating what to say next. "They're after Angela. She doesn't know I know but the leader of them. He's her ex."