This chapter starts out with Vilkas thinking to himself, just so you don't get confused. Vilkas is getting kind of soft in this chapter, let me know if you think I made him too wimpy. I'm loving the reviews, please keep sending them. They are very helpful. :D

Chapter 5:

You know, Farkas just actually might be right. She isn't that bad to talk to. She's good to tease. And she is rather attractive... Shut up, Vilkas. She's a Breton, you're a Nord! But, those strong lean arms and legs, her rounded features, just... ah! Beautiful, indeed.

She Returned the next day. But she went straight to Skjor. Later that night, as I struggled to sleep, I could have sworn I heard the doors of Jorrvaskr close and howls later after that. But when I awoke in the morning, she, Skjor, and Aela were all gone, and no one knew where they were. Probably off on a job. Hopefully.

She came back a few days after that. But, somehow she seemed different. It took me a moment to realize what exactly though. Her scent was different! My inner wolf was excited to discover that she too, was now a wolf! Skjor and Aela turned her into a werewolf! Then I noticed something else, only Loranna and Aela returned. Where was Skjor? Aela came bursting in a little later after Loranna. She was smelling of blood, silver, anger. And grief.
"Aela? What happened? Are you okay?" I asked, rushing over to her.
"Skjor," She breathed out as she looked at the ground, "Skjor, he's dead, killed by the Silver Hand."
"Those bastards!" I shouted. "How did this happen?"
"We took our sister," She pointed at Loranna, "after her turning, to a celebration, we took her up to Gallows Rock, a Silver Hand fort. He charged on ahead while I stayed back to wait for her to wake up and they somehow managed to... to kill him!" She began to cry and ran up to me and I instinctively put my arms around her and she buried her face into the crook between my shoulders and my neck and sobbed.
"Shhh, Aela, shhh... It's okay, it'll be alright. He's in a better place. He's with Hircine now, like he'd want. But you need to keep strong for him. He'd want you to stay strong and continue fighting for him. Can you do that? For Skjor?" She sniffled and nodded, "Hmm, hmm." She made a sound of agreement.
"Good... are you going to be okay?"
"In... in time, I think... I will be."
"Okay"
"I...I got to go. I have some jobs to arrange. Thank you, Vilkas." She then pulls away and slinks down to the downstairs rooms. Loranna walked up to me.
"I feel bad for her," she said. "Skjor was really nice to me, sorta, kind of... poor Aela, they must have been great friends. I hope she'll be okay."
"She will be," I answered. "I think that she just needs some time to herself, so she can grieve."
"Okay. Oh! I have to go to work, Aela gave me a job before we left the ruined fort."
"Oh, did she? Well, just watch yourself out there."
"I will." and she ran off out of the door.

Poor Aela, she spent almost all day in her room, crying. I wonder if there was some truth to the rumor about her and Skjor having a relationship? I always thought that there was something going on between them, but I always kept it to myself, because she became so angry when asked about it. She is a very strong woman and has been known to put me and Farkas on the ground. Farkas kept to himself all day, even more than he usually does. We didn't have anyone do jobs, except that Loranna left in a rush to do hers. I didn't think that it would be right to continue on work for the rest of today, kind-of a respectful day to mourn the loss of Skjor.

Farkas and I went to Gallows Rock to retrieve Skjor's body. The fort was still empty from when Loranna and Aela cleared it. I put Skjor's corpse on my horse in front of me in the saddle. When we got back, we went straight to the Hall of the Dead and Priest of Arkay there. We payed five hundred septims and he said that he'd prepare a grave for him.

About three days have passed and Loranna still hasn't returned. I am really panicking. I ran into Aela who was outside practicing with her bow.
"Hey, Vilkas. What's the matter?"
"Has Loranna returned yet?"
"No, she hasn't. Why?"
"Where did you send her?"
"I sent her to Hag's End to take care of the Hagraven and the Forsworn there."
"By Mara! She isn't ready for Hagravens yet!" I shouted this as I burst into a run out of the city's gates. Soon I reached the stables and get on my horse and ride full speed towards Markarth. Hag's End is a few miles east of Markarth. Oh, Nine Divines, please keep her safe, please don't let her die, let her be alright!

Half way to Markarth, I was attacked by three Sabre Cats. I was able to easily kill them, but my horse was not as lucky, she was killed during the skirmish. Now how can I get to Loranna in time? There is only one way that I can think of. But I shouldn't; I've sworn to myself to never do it. I've sworn to myself to never use my werewolf form. But I kinda have to, to save her. Shor, forgive me. I activated my beast blood and let the wolf spirit within me take control. I hunched over in pain as my bones dislocated and grew then re-located. I whimpered in dog tones as fur sprouted from my skin everywhere. My spine lengthened at my behind and became a tail.

As soon as my transformation was completed, I looked down at my ruined armor with disgust, I guess that I could have Eorlund forge me some more later. I took off in a fast run towards Hag's End. Hopefully she won't be too scared of me.