This pics up during his traveling to save Loranna, in case you were wondering. Vilkas gets kinda mushy and soft. Is he too soft? Please let me know, I am not sure of how he is romance-wise, only one of my characters has married him, and I don't have her anymore, please help!

Chapter Six:

I arrived there about an hour later. The Forsworn outside of the fort were dead. I burst through the door. I can smell blood; her blood. Gods damn it! I immediately begin racing towards the scent, following the trail, until I reached her. When I reached her it was like a scene from the books I've read about the Dark Brotherhood. There were Forsworn corpses strewn about on the floor and blood was everywhere. I ran up to one of the corpses, it was a man with orange face paint and scars on his face. He was rather lean, smaller than me, in my human form, even. I dug my claws into his chest and pulled out his heart and ate it. That should give me another hour's time to get back onto the road.
I searched around until I found her. She was broken and bloodied, she had claw marks all over her. Hagraven claws.
"Vilkas...?" She murmured, barely audible. Of course, she'd recognized my scent, good, I won't scare her.
"Shh... don't talk, I am so glad that I found you... let's get you back to Whiterun." I said to her softly. Talking in this form feels so awkward, like its not normal.
"V-Vilkas... thank... you..." Loranna blacked out.
"Why did you come here without a shield-sibling?" I mumbled more to myself than to her, even though she wouldn't have heard me anyways. I carefully slung her onto my back and headed back the way I came.

The trip back to Whiterun was slow and uneventful and a quarter of the way there, I exhausted the time I had left as a wolf and was forced back into human form. Unfortunately for me, I had no extra clothes with me, so I had to walk a few miles naked. I was very cold. I managed to find the corpse of my horse and found the extra outfit I keep in the saddle bags, it is not armor, but at least I won't be walking into town nude. I then had to carry Loranna in my arms, until a farmer passed by and stopped and offered us a ride when he saw the state my shield-sister was in. Of course I took him up on the offer, I would have to be a fool not to. He was on his way to deliver some crop to the market in Whiterun. He was coming from Rorikstead. The farmer's name was Ennis. He is a Redguard and works with an Altmer, High Elf, woman, who he says is like a mother to him. He has been a farmer for most of his life. He owns a very successful farm and does business in Whiterun often. He was a very friendly man and was concerned for the health of Loranna. He inquired about what happened to her and I told him that I did not know. And I did not lie to Ennis, I truly do not know what exactly happened.

We arrived in Whiterun in about two hours. Ennis asked the stable boy to watch his cart as he helped me get Loranna to the city. I took my leave of him at Jorrvaskr, by thanking him and giving him a few septims. I was going to put her in her bed inside the whelp room, but that suddenly didn't seem wise. So instead I laid her down in my own room. I can trade places with her for a while.

She was unconscious for two full weeks. She awoke for the first time while I was sitting at my desk, reading through the unfinished jobs.
"V-Vilkas...?"
My heart jumped in joy at the sound of her voice. I turned to face her, a wide grin plastered on my face. "Good, good, you've awakened. I was beginning to think that we were going to lose you."
"Why would you think that?"
"You've been unconscious for two weeks, now."
"Oh," she looked around the room that she was in. "This... is a nice room."
"Thank you, its mine." I thanked her with true sincerity.
"Why am I in here?"
"I did not want you in this condition, bunking with the whelps."
"Oh." She looked at me, looked into my eyes.
"What happened out there?" I had to know.
"Out where?" Confusion was all over her face.
"Hag's End. What happened to put you in such a terrible state?"
"Hagravens. Well, one actually. She was one tough bitch, though. There were tons of her Forsworn followers too. I was just about to deal her a killing blow, when she started casting spells. And I panicked, and faltered in my strike. She was draining the health from her own followers, and made it her own! Healing her retched self almost completely. And she brutally defeated me then tortured me by breaking some of my bones. I eventually managed to cut her putrid head from her body though.. Then I ended up laying there, bleeding and broken, for hours. Until you came, that is... wait a second... I thought you hated being werewolf? Then why were you wolf when you rescued me?"
"I am so glad that you survived all of that, you have more than proved your strength to me. I'm sorry for the way I've been. I just have problems with outsiders. As for my being wolf, it was the only way I was going to be able to save you in time. Sabre Cats killed my horse and I needed to move faster than a run if I was going to save you."
"Thank you for rescuing me, if it weren't for you, I'd be dead. And I forgive you, honestly, I knew that you'd have to warm up to me eventually and wasn't bothered."
"Thank you, sister." I looked at her seriously.
"No, Vilkas, I should be the one thanking, you saved my life. But, why?"
"You were gone for a long time, too long. The others, they did not wish to go looking for you, they expected you to come through the doors at any moment, but when you never showed up, I began to worry." I stood up and walked over to the bed and sat at her feet. "I had to go find you, my heart told me something wasn't right."
She smiled at me, a wide happy smile. I think something special has just passed between us.
"Sleep, pup, sleep. You still need rest. I'll go tell the others that you're doing better, okay?"
"Okay"
"And once you're feeling better, Aela wants to see you, she has a special assignment for you."
"Okay" she breathed out and closed her eyes. I stood up and petted her hair on my way out. "Sleep good, little sis."

She made a very quick recovery.. She seemed to prefer doing jobs that came from Aela, for she wouldn't ask for any from anyone else. On her free time, however, she spent it training with me. Her skills have increased at a surprising rate. To the point that we are now evenly matched! We both triumphed against each other at even intervals.

Then one day I heard Aela tell her that Kodlak wanted to see her and that he might have caught on to their scheme. What scheme? What are they planning? No Vilkas! Stop thinking that they are meaning harm. You may not get along with Aela all of the time, but she has always been loyal to the Companions and Loranna is your closest friend. Don't be so paranoid. I argued with myself in my thoughts. Then I went and sat down to eat some of the food layed out on the table. I was in the middle of munching on my Boiled Cream Treat, when Loranna emerged from the bedrooms and ran out of Jorrvaskr all in a rush. Hmm, I wonder where she is going? I thought to myself.

She was gone for another two days. And on the second day, the Silver Hand came. Not many, but they did something terrible. They had actually gathered up the courage to attack Jorrvaskr! Torvar and Aela were guarding out front making sure they didn't come back. The rest of us tried to figure out what the hell just happened. Then we noticed Kodlak. The Old Man was slain. His body was laying completely still on the floor beside the fire pit. His war-hammer layed next to him. Farkas ran up to him and sat cross-legged next to him, tears streaming down his face. Njada was crouched next to him, whispering some sort of prayer with one arm over Kodlak. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't even cry, my emotions were too conflicting. But the strongest of them was raw fury. And guess who decided to join us?