I barely got a foot away before I felt Peter pulling me back my scruff, yelling at me to calm down. Like yelling would cause that. Instinct took over and I whipped around until my jaws had clasped over one of his hands and I was on the verge of biting down. And then realization hit me of what I was about to do, and I spit his hand out.

Snarling at the pair of them I walked away, ignoring the shooting pain in my shoulder that I had started. So obviously Peter was either a morally okay guy or he had started a friendship with mr. fisheyes. Yes making friends with the guy who shot the wolf whose been taking care of your arse is a great thing to do Pan. I thought sarcastically, hoping that he would at least understand that I was peeved. Which considering I had almost bitten two people in under a minute I think he would understand.

Angry? That was barely the surface. I felt like I was bloody trapped. I didn't know how far this familiar thing went, but if he could control me then I was going to go insane. I doubted he could, but honestly I would rather not test those waters. But now it didn't feel like so much my choice to stay but my duty or my /place./ Because now I was what was considered nothing but a backup energy supply.

Maybe I should have bitten him when I had gotten the chance. Maybe that would have kept him from trying to come after me. But I could hear him, calling the name Shadow over and over again, whistling like the idiot he was.

But he had been so kind, so infuriatingly kind removing the arrow, seeming so desperate to try and heal me. He had saved my life after all, I should be grateful to some extent. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad being a familiar, at least this way he could never truly lie to me since I could sense it. But who was I kidding I was trying to convince myself to both love and hate the boy and I didn't feel like I had the physical will to hate him, I just hated that there had been something supposed to be a link between us that felt like a barrier.

The name Shadow felt like an ironic one now, maybe I was slowly becoming just that:his pet following him like a shadow. And maybe it was my fault for getting into this all after all.

But then I sensed something in my head that made me stop. He wasn't saying it but I felt an inkling of remorse in the demon boys seemingly nonexistent heart. Or maybe it was just in my head, but maybe it was also in his head. And so I decided to give him a second chance, after all I had been a little rash.

Sniffing the air I tracked him down to where he was walking besides a creek, no sign of mr. fisheyes being nearby. I trotted up to him and ducked my head while making a whining noise to apologize. I still didn't like it when he rubbed my head, but I allowed it in a form of apology.

He dropped to one knee and so I stood facing him, and placed a paw on his outstretched leg. He rubbed my ear while smirking for a moment and then took both hands and gently cupped my face.

"Now I'm going to be traveling with some people and I'll need you to behave. No biting anyone okay Shadow?" he asked, and then patting my head, stood up.

"I found her. Let's go." he said, turning to who I hadn't seen, but had walked up while he was petting me.

If the one rule was I couldn't bight anyone then alright, I could play that game.

Peter seemed uncomfortable near the guy who I learned was named James and honestly he seemed like a shady character to me, though I wasn't sure if I thought that or I was getting Peters feelings about him. But James did shoot me so I wasn't exactly holding him in high esteem.

Probing the Pan-bubble in my head I could sense that he was holding something back and I really wanted to know what it was. But I was stuck playing loyal fido and so I acted at least somewhat friendly and didn't snarl anymore.

We walked for what seemed like a few hours through the woods, or at least until the moon was above us overhead. James was an incredibly nervous man and was constantly fidgeting and jumping. He annoyed me and I think he annoyed Peter also, except Peter maintained an air of authority somehow no matter what situation was thrown at him.

The camp wasn't that hidden, with fires and such being clearly seen through the trees. But as we drew near I could hear the sound of voices quieting and swords being drawn, which wasn't making my heart best slow down at all.

James did a bird-call sounding whistle and immediately a flurry of held voices were released and we walked into a campsite made up of grungy tents and dirty people. Most of them were missing a tooth or had some noticeable scar. I felt like running and I was the wolf with blood still dried to her shoulder.

Peter was introducing himself to a few people when suddenly his eyes rolled up and he collapsed into another spazzing fit. The Peter-bubble in my head began to feel heavy, and though it didn't hurt it was making me feel nauseous. Curious, I let my head relax.

I got the feeling like I had just been called, as if someone had yelled my name and now it was simply something hanging in the air waiting for me to respond. Shaking my head I began to wonder if this was what Peter had been mumbling about before, about being called by this thing Neverland. Honestly this place was seeming a bit too sentient for my comfort.

Feeling like what I assumed being drunk was being like I staggered after Peter as the Merry Men tried to get him to wake up. They laid him down in a tent and seemed to decide to just leave him in there to wait it out, and so I crawled into the tent and plopped down in the corner.

I had the feeling that sleep was going to be both my best friend and worst enemy that night.

•••Authors Note•••

Okay so to clear up any confusion as to why the Merry Men are involved in this, when the Storybrooke people were first transported back only part of the Merry Men were involved in that whole thing and it seemed like another part was in a different section of the Enchanted Forest. I want to try and not drown you guys in OC's and so I saw an interesting opportunity to involve a group that is ,in a way, akin to a grown up version of the Lost Boys.