WOW. I was not expecting the response that the first chapter received. I know, it was only 7 reviews, but still. Think of all of the people you know who have read The Sight. I personally know four, and none of them read my story. I'm trying out something new in this chapter, so please, no flames. Kar very much appreciates it.

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As always, I don't own the Varg. They are running free, but for the fact that DCD brained 'em up one day. Kar visits me in my dreams, though.

The Kerl~

Chapter 1

"I see you standing here, but you're so far away

Starving for your attention; you don't even know my name.

You're going through so much but I know that I

Could be the one to hold you."

- Yours to Hold, Skillet

Larka

I was not sure how I first became aware of the body lying next to my side. I was awakened from my deep sleep by something, perhaps by the intense ache in my belly. I sensed that it was still dark out, but that morning was quickly approaching. The air was sweet with the dew that covered the ground, along with myself and my companion. A trickle of moisture ran down the length of my snout, tickling me in the process. I tried to shake my head to rid myself of the feeling only to find that another head was pressing mine to the ground.

I inhaled, trying to match the scent of the fur at my nose with something from my past. It was a heavy, musky scent. It reminded me of fallen leaves in the early autumn, just after a rain instead of the mildewy scent that tended to linger in the damp places. This scent reminded me of the way that you could smell the crushed pine needles and damp grass on the moisture that hung in the air. It was not an unpleasant smell, but for the fact that I was so overwhelmed by it that I could barely detect my own scent. My heart began to beat faster as my instincts began to take over. Lips slowly curled up over long canines as my eyelids finally pried apart.

All I could see before me was a wall of grey fur. My head was trapped between ground, chest, and a head. I could feel the snarl work its way through my body long before I heard it with my sensitive ears. It started in my tail—which was trapped underneath the other wolf's hind leg—and worked its way through my gut and out into the morning air. I knew the instant that the other wolf was awake by the change in his breathing. It took longer than I would have liked for him to realize that I was more than displeased with our current position, but you know how males can be.

As soon as he was off of me I was on my feet, ready to fight if the need came. I really did not want to fight, especially because I had no idea who this was. Or where I was. I had this feeling that fighting would not bode well with me later. I was sick of fighting, and I did not have any idea as to why. However, I would fight if I was attacked. This male had invaded my personal space already, so who knew what else he wanted from me.

"Larka?" questioned the male. He shook the sleep away and his eyes widened, taking in my aggressive demeanor. "Larka! It's alright! It's just me," spoke the male. He was not off-put by my response, for some reason. Was I supposed to know him? His eyes told me that I should. I tried to calm myself. Not that it worked much.

"Tell me who you are," I all but growled through my teeth at the male. For some reason my behavior startled him. He seemed shocked that, having found a strange male on top of me in a strange place early in the morning, I should be a tad bit upset.

"Larka, it's me," he spoke as if that should mean something to me. "What's the matter? What's going on?" Tor knows that's what I want to know. The odd grey male still appeared relaxed, so I glanced behind me. No, there was no one else there. He was speaking to me.

"Who is Larka?"

I paused as he sent me a strange look. "I…I am not sure what is going on here." He looked back over his shoulder to a rise in the ground. Taking a better look, I could see that we were standing near the entrance of what I assumed to be a den. If this was a pack, then I had absolutely no idea why I was here. I couldn't remember ever having been part of a pack. The male turned his attention back to me and I fixed my eyes over his head, right between his ears. Best not to make eye contact with him yet.

"Larka, do you really not remember who you are…how you got here last night?" I offered him the briefest of head shakes to show him that I had absolutely no recollection of anything. His ears lowered the smallest amount that had I not been staring at them I would not have noticed. "So then, you don't remember me, do you?" I cocked my head to the side, confused. If I didn't remember myself, why did he expect me to remember him? Was he so special? Just because he laid on top of me for one night—

"This is, well, that is…" He was stumbling over his words like a cub caught sneaking out of the den. "Larka, I don't know what to say. I thought I would never see you again, and then you show up here and you don't remember…anything? At all?" I would be lying to myself if I did not admit that the intensity he spoke with did not frighten me. I made the mistake of making eye contact with him and found that he had been looking into my eyes the entire time. My hackles rose on instinct. In the back of my mind I knew that he was not challenging me by making eye contact. But this strange wolf was, well, I suppose I could say unlike any that I had ever met. It was as if he was staring into my soul. For some reason I felt that my soul needed gaurding.

"Please, Larka. I don't know what happened, but I swear to you that I will not harm you. You must realize that." He had not made any move towards me yet, and I doubted that I could win a fair fight against this male anyway. The way he was built, and the way he carried himself, he could very well be a dragga. Is this his pack? The hardness that I expected to find in his eyes, though, was absent. In its place was a sadness that startled me. There was a kindness looking out at me that comforted me and my fear of this new place, but what incident had caused this wolf so much grief? His words were meant to calm me, and I had no reason to fear him, but then he moved. I tensed immediately.

To the left of where we were standing lie a pair of bodies. He padded over and gently picked one up in his giant mouth, followed by the other. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I saw the meat before me. My stomach made a sound similar to the one that escaped my jaws as I watched the male trot closer to me with the meal. When he was as close to me as I could stand him, four feet from me, he dropped the dead Lera to the ground. With a slight dip of his head in my direction he made his way into the den.

Kar

I slumped to ground, ignoring the questioning eyes of my adoptive family. I wanted nothing more than to race back to Larka's side and tell her everything that she had forgotten. I wanted to tell her everything that had happened. What there was between us. What there could be. I wanted to travel back to when we were cubs. It had been just the three of us, with our parents and our pack. The pack had passed since then, and we had grown and gone our separate ways. Kipcha slowly approached me, her tail between her legs, ears back, eyes large. I was sorry for wakening the rest of the pack so early with our…misunderstanding, but how else was I supposed to react to that sort of information?

I smiled to myself as I heard Larka begin feasting upon her much needed meal. The primal sounds she was making sounded as if the lera were still alive. Kipcha's eyes widened in fear.

"Come here, Kipcha. Everything is alright." I tried to keep my voice as steady as possible in order to coax her to me. The young cub made her way towards me and nestled down between my front paws, snug against my chest. Her siblings looked eager to see what was going on outside. I licked the cub's head in a comforting manner, as much for her benefit as for my own. I needed to calm myself before I addressed my family. The cubs had slept through the night, but Huttser had known that something was happening. He had found me dragging Larka's limp form back to the den. He had waited with his daughter while I hunted for her. I hadn't wanted to leave her, but judging by her gaunt state I was sure that she would be hungry when she woke. And besides, it was better than sitting there and going mad, waiting for her to wake up. I assumed by Palla's anxious demeanor that she knew her dead daughter had returned as well.

I took a deep breath and finally turned my attention to my family. I looked to Huttser for guidance, not knowing where to begin. "Do they all know?" I asked in a small voice. He slowly nodded his head. "Well, I'm not sure how much you heard, but she…" You can do this. You can do this, Kar. "She does not remember who she is. She may remember you, but she does not remember me…" My voice trailed off by the end. I would have turned away towards the wall had Kipcha not still been curled up against me. The cubs seemed confused by this information. Palla looked as if she would burst into tears any moment, and Huttser looked like he was going to kill something. That look used to frighten me when I was younger, but now that I knew that the anger was the Dragga's natural defense against bad news, or different, I had learned to look past it.

Palla's voice shook as she spoke. "You mean, she does not remember any of it? Morgra, or Harja, or anything?" I thought I saw a tear glisten in the darkness. If I had been wary of Larka overhearing us there was no need. The ravenous sounds she made as she tore into the Lera drowned out our quiet conversation.

"I did not ask her. She was very upset when she awoke this morning. I think I startled her. She's eating now…I think the best thing is for her to regain her strength. Then we can talk with her about what—"

"Kar," interrupted Huttser in a rather condescending tone. "We all know that you care very deeply for Larka." He was referring to my solitude these past months when we had all thought that she was dead. "But think of this—she does not remember anything." The look in my Dragga's eyes told me what his words did not.

"You mean the Sight. But—"

"No. Don't talk about it. If she cannot remember, then she finally has a chance to lead a normal life. Think of it, Kar—a life without that gods-forsaken curse." I did think of it. I thought about it all of the time. I had thought of it ever since I had become a member of this pack. But Larka and the Sight were one and the same. I could not think about one without thinking of the other. A world without the Sight was a world without Larka. "What if—"was a long and treacherous path of thought, one that could drive a wolf crazy. I avoided it whenever possible now. I did not need to experience that again.

"Huttser, she cannot just forget who she is. The Sight is a part of her. What will happen when she bends down to drink and she sees Morgra's face instead of her own reflection, or Bran's?" Huttser growled as I continued. "She could be out hunting and things will start happening like they did when she first discovered. She might even—"

Huttser was very angry now. I had forgotten how much he really detested the Sight. After we had told the new cubs the tale of our pack, Huttser had been more than happy to forget about it. The Sight was foreign to him, something he could not fathom. It frightened him. "Kar! You will not speak of this in front of my family! Am I clear?" And there it was. His family. I was back to being an outsider again. We all saw the slip the moment it happened, but nobody said anything. I really wasn't upset about it. After all, Huttser was angry, and when Huttser was angry he said things that he did not mean.

What did upset me was the way that he was dismissing my chance at a normal life. If Larka never remembered her past, how could she remember me? Are we to never be together?

"Huttser," growled Palla. "We do not need to have this discussion now." She threw a pointed glance towards the cubs who were huddled together at my left. They had never before witnessed the full extent of their father's temper. If only they knew, I thought to myself darkly. Palla raised her head in dominance, showing that there would be no arguing with her. "We will continue later. For now, Kar, I think that it would be best if you would try to make Larka feel as comfortable as possible. If she needs her space, give it to her." The look she gave me made my head lower to the ground over of Kipcha's frail body. My heart sank for some unknown reason. "And you," now glaring at her children, "will say nothing to her of the story that we told you. Alright?"

The children nodded their heads as one eager ball of fluff. Then Larka spoke up. Not my Larka, the beautiful white one outside that I could not wait to rejoin. The grey Larka spoke. "Mother, but what about…" The little one trailed off suggestively, as if she had a point but was unsure of how to make it.

"What about, what, Lar—oh, I see," mumbled Huttser. "Yes well this does pose a problem."

"Huttser, we just won't acknowledge her as our daughter. She is grown anyways, and would be off with her own pack. We've let her go before." Huttser's head snapped back towards his mate in surprise. Her eyes held all of the strength and sadness that came with being Drappa. "This time we will at least be near her."

"Then why is she here?" I asked. The family turned their questioning gazes on me in silence (Larka must have finished eating). I tried again.

"She wants to know why she is here, and for that matter what here is. If she is not a birth-member of this pack, then why do we tell her she is here?"

Huttser left his place at Palla's side and padded towards me until he was standing directly over me. Looking up at him made me feel like a cub again. He chose his words very carefully and spoke quietly. There was no need, though, for I could tell from the slow and steady breaths coming from outside of the den entrance that Larka had fallen asleep again. I would always know what she was doing…

"You, Kar, are her mate. I am sure that you can come up with an acceptable story for her."

I wanted this chapter to be longer, but I need to cut it here. I hope you liked it and let me know what you think. If you are freaking out about what I am doing to the story, please don't. It will make sense to you later. All I can say is that Larka can't be Larka without her memories.