It had taken eight months to get to Minrathous and surprisingly, the trip itself was not that unpleasant. There were no pirate attacks, the waters were calm for the most part, and they had favorable winds for most of the trip. Fenris was surprised with how lucky they had been. Danarius probably used blood magic. Fenris scowled at the thought. He knew that likely wasn't the case, but he was bitter and wanted to blame everything on Danarius and his damn blood magic.

But even though the journey was mostly calm and smooth on the physical aspect, it was absolutely miserable for Fenris mentally and emotionally. He had thought himself finally free. Free of the hold blood magic and Danarius had had on him. Free within the safety provided by Hawke and her companions. Only for Danarius to show up and take it all away again.

Like his time with the Fog Warriors, his time with Hawke and her companions had been only temporary ending with Danarius coming to reclaim his pet. I was a fool to think it would last. I am a slave and always will be.

But even as he thought it, he knew he didn't believe it. He had learned what it meant not to be a slave. To live his own life freely without a master to command him. He had known what it was like to have friends who had your back and to know how it felt to love and be loved. I miss Hawke.

Hawke was why he was here with Danarius, now. It was because of her.

No, she did not intentionally give him over to Danarius but when he had seen her fall to the floor with a sickening thud, blood pouring down her face, and no way to get to her- to save her- he had surrendered without thought. He had done it all out of love. For her. He snorted. Perhaps I am a fool.

Even if he was a fool, he did not regret surrendering himself to save her or for falling in love with her.

Allie...

It always felt strange to him to say Hawke's first name much less think it. The only time he had ever said her first name was during their one night together.

He wasn't sure why he only ever used her last name. Perhaps he was subconsciously trying to keep a certain distance between them. Perhaps he was too afraid to get close to someone because of what happened with the Fog Warriors. Terrified that Danarius would come to reclaim his "little wolf" and take away everything he held dear once again. How ironic

And even though that was exactly what happened, he regretted more than anything else his inability to get closer to Hawke. He had left so many things he wanted to say- should have said- unsaid. So many times he just wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to touch her, to claim her as his, and to tell her he loved her. But he did none of those things. All those chances wasted- because he was too damn afraid.

And now he would never have another chance to make up for those mistakes. I'm a damn fool. And this time, he didn't argue with that thought.

Danarius and Varania, Fenris' traitorous sister, had finally gathered all their belongings preparing to disembark.

"Come along, Fenris" Danarius commanded, as if he was talking to a small child making Fenris' skin crawl. Why does he have to talk to me like that?

"Yes, Master" Fenris answered obediently. Mentally he was fuming. He wished nothing more than to rip Danarius' heart out every time he was forced to say those words.

"I noticed on our trip that you continuously fondled that red scarf on your arm, Fenris." Danarius continued as they walked off the gangplank.

And as soon as the words left his lips, Fenris's heart stopped. Please don't...

"Why?" Danarius asked.

Don't...

"It's nothing" Fenris whispered hoping he would drop it.

"Please don't lie to me, Fenris. I know it is something, and I do not wish to punish you again for disobeying me. You know what I will do to your Champion if you continue to be disobedient so tell me the truth." Danarius' voice was calm said, but held a slight hint of anger in his tone.

Please...

"It was Hawke's" Fenris replied sadly.

He did not wish to repeat the brutal beating he had received for his first and, so far, last act of defiance. Nor did he want to risk any harm to Hawke because of his actions.

He had tried to escape the ship as soon as they had set sail and killed many of Danarius' guards in the process, but just as he was about to jump ship, he heard Danarius' commanding voice.

"Fenris, if you jump off this ship, I will have my men in Kirkwall kill your precious Champion before you can even get close to her!"

Fenris knew that Hawke was more than capable of taking care of herself, and that her companions would protect her, but he had a nagging feeling in the back of his head that they would catch her at her most vulnerable. Reluctantly, he had returned to Danarius to receive his punishment.

He had been flogged more times than he could count with numerous scars still borne on his back. He had been hit with a hail of kicks and punches causing several broken bones throughout his body. He was even assaulted with laughs, taunts, and jeers from the guards as they beat him.

The pain had been excruciating, but he bore it for her. And he would not allow himself to give the guards the satisfaction of his cries of pain. He would retain his dignity no only for himself but for her.

So he had taken everything they had thrown at him without so much as a grimace of pain, and eventually Danarius' men had given up leaving him in his room bloodied, bruised, scarred and nearly unconscious.

Hours later Danarius had come to him in his room. He had looked down at Fenris with a condescending look. And with a sigh, he had only slightly healed Fenris. Only enough to make sure he would not die from his injuries.

And as Danarius turned to leave he had said something that ensured Fenris would never disobey him, "Fenris, if you ever try to escape or disobey me again, it will not just be you who will be punished. Remember that." Then he left.

"You know slaves are not allowed personal items, Fenris." A pause as Danarius turned toward him. "Hand it over," he commanded.

No!

"Wha...No!...I..." Fenris hesitated. He didn't know what to do. Should he give it to him? Or not? He couldn't bear the idea of parting with the only thing he had left of Allie's. But if he didn't, he would risk the possibility of her death.

Danarius made the choice for him, "Fenris, do I have to go over this again? You know what I'll do if you disobey so make it easier on yourself and your Champion. Obey."

Reluctantly, Fenris slowly removed the scarf and handed it to Danarius. "Here, Master."

"Thank you, my little wolf." Danarius said. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" He asked.

"No, master."

Varania, who had been quiet the entire time, suddenly cut in, "Danarius, do you not think it would be better if you erased his memories? You see how he disobeys you over anything related to his past. Will you not reconsider doing so?"

Fenris narrowed his eyes at her. Not only does she betray me, but she wishes to erase my mind? Bitch!

"No!" Danarius snapped. "I have told you that his punishment for escaping will be to remember his past. So he will know what he has lost and will never regain."

"Plus," Danarius continued with a sly smile. "He will never escape knowing it will cause the death of his precious Champion. Isn't that right, Fenris?" He asked.

"Yes, Master" Fenris replied, and he was saddened at how much that was true. He would never consider escaping again as long as there was a possibility that Hawke would be harmed if he did so.

So once again Fenris was trapped, a slave, but this time because of his memories of a life of freedom instead of none at all as before.

"See, Varania? Nothing to worry about."

Varania only nodded, seemingly deep in thought.

But Danarius's tone suddenly changed to anger, "And just so we're clear, even though you are now my apprentice, you have no right to question my decisions. Am I understood?"

"Yes. My apologies, master." She replied.

"Good." Danarius said eying Varania suspiciously, but seemed satisfied with what he saw as he continued to walk onward as if nothing had happened.

"Now, come along, Fenris." Danarius called. "The other magisters have missed you and are anxiously awaiting your return. We must not disappoint them."

Fenris rolled his eyes. Of course not.

And as they got closer to Danarius's mansion, Fenris wanted to scream, shout, kill, or do anything to vent his rage and frustration but knew he could not. This was his life again and he was going to have to accept that if he wanted it to be as bearable as possible. He only wished he knew how.

A/N: I love Fenris. So this was an absolute joy to write. But unfortunately this will be the only chapter from Fenris' POV at least until Hawke and Isabela get to Minrathous. Sorry Fenris fans, but yay for non-Fenris fans.

I also wanted to add that I don't hate Varania. Fenris does. Varania actually wanted to have his memories erased because she cares about him. She noticed how much it pained him to be taken back by Danarius, and she wanted to make up for turning him by having his memory erased so his life would be more bearable.

And thak you so much to strangegibbon and Skeasel who beta'ed this chapter for me. You two made this chapter a 100x better.