More werewolves, Lynch could not believe that he would ever meet other werewolves who preferred living in their human skin. Before him stood two seasoned warriors who had Hircine's gift as well. Lynch had come across the two seasoned warrior with an extra woman for back up, they had been fighting a giant and not succeeding so, he pounced at the opportunity to help. When he attacked the giant he caught a whiff of the two others and realized they were werewolves as well.

"It's good to see another warrior. You should join the companions." The woman who had green war paint on her face said as she smirked at him.

He could keep his eyes from going to her breasts because her armor looked so flimsy and the sides were cut to show the sides of her breasts, it was most likely a tactic used to distract a male foe. Lynch couldn't deny that he felt a kinship with the two werewolves; it was like a second nature to want to follow them or to fight alongside them in battle.

"You are located in Whiterun?" Lynch asked and all three warriors nodded.

"Our Harbinger is always looking for new blood." The only man in the group said, his war paint was similar to his and he seemed to have an air around him that was friendly but distant.

Lynch could tell that both the woman and the man were sniffing him out, friend or foe? He wanted to know more about whom these two were and if there were more like him. They seemed to approve of him but they did not seem to want to speak about their 'gift' with him.

"I will have to come and see this Jorrvaskr then." Lynch watched the woman nod then began to walk away with the other woman.

"I'm Farkas. I hope to see you become one of the Companions." Farkas extended his hand and Lynch shook it.

Farkas let go of his hand then followed after the two women and Lynch smiled, it had been so long since he felt true companionship and he wanted that companionship with others who possibly struggled with their beast blood as well. Lynch caught a whiff of the blood on himself and decided to go to the nearby stream and wash himself off. The water felt good on his face and hands, it was a welcome relief with how hot it was outside. A soft chiming caught his attention and he looked to the source, a small green plant that glowed beautifully and he thought of Evangeline. He picked the plant and stowed it away in his armor and hoped that if he saw Evangeline again that she would like the plant he picked. Lynch stood back up and looked at his surroundings, farms dotted his vision and he suddenly felt like he was back at home at his parent's farm. So, he went to the nearest farm and looked for a worker,

"Looking for work?" An old woman asked when he came to a field that needed to be tended to.

"I was-those crops are ready to be picked. I can pick them for you." The old woman gave him a once over the motioned for him to come over the fence he was near.

Lynch removed his sword and his breast plate then set it down on the other side of the fence, he hopped over the fence and the old came over to him with an extra basket for him. Wonderful memories flooded him as he picked the vegetables with care; his father had shown him that even with rough, callused big hands that those hands could be gentle and caring when dealing with crops.

"You have a touch with crops son." The old woman said to him as she came up to him with her basket full,

"I did this a lot as a child, my father owned a farm and I worked every day tending to the fields, horses and cows." He gave her a small smile which she returned then she began to walk back to the house.

Wheat was after the cabbage then potatoes; he worked through midday and finished before sunset. Working in the fields had brought him happiness that he had known as a child but once he came upon the town gates of Whiterun, he felt himself frown but he knew he had a job to do. A city guard came up to Lynch with his sword drawn,

"Town's closed for official business only." The guard stood his ground,

"I have news on the dragon attack on Helgen." Lynch said.

"Oh! Go on up to Dragonsreach then, the Jarl will want to speak with you." The guard let him pass and he went into the city.

Lynch made a stop at the blacksmith to sell the unwanted weapons and armor he had; he then made a stop at a man named Belethor's shop and sold everything else that couldn't be sold at blacksmith. He bought himself a knapsack while he was there as well. He stopped at a vegetable stall then asked a guard where Dragonsreach was.

"Go up the stairs and once you get to the top you will see a long flight of stairs on the other side of the Gildergreen." The guard then walked off.

Lynch followed the directions as best as he could (realizing Gildergreen was a large tree in the center of the square) and made his way up to Dragonsreach. The guards let him into Dragonsreach and he walked up to the right of the large fire pit but was stopped by a dark elf woman with her weapon drawn.

"What is your purpose for interrupting the Jarl?" He understood that it was her job to protect her Jarl so he backed up just slightly.

"Irileth, let him come forward." The dark elf woman moved aside and Lynch slowly approached the Jarl.

"You survived the Dragon in Helgen?" Jarl Bagruuf looked at him with a critical eye,

"The dragon left Helgen and looked to be coming this way." Jarl Bagruuf nodded, the man was straight to the point which was something Jark Bagruuf valued in a nord man.

"Riverwood is in immediate danger then, I wish to send more guards to their aide." Irileth said and the Jarl nodded.

"I have a favor to ask of you. Follow me." Jarl Bagruuf removed himself from the throne and began to walk towards a room off to the side.

Lynch had been so wrapped up in the smell of food and burning coals that he did not catch Evangeline's scent until he began to follow the Jarl. The pair entered the room and Lynch saw Evangeline pouring over a map of Skyrim, she looked so focused on her task, so determined with her hair falling in her face and her fingers tracing over areas of the map.

"Farengar, I've found you another assistant." Jarl Bagruuf spoke to the wizard next to Evangeline.

"Good, good! Now Evangeline can go into Bleak Falls without getting killed." Farengar said happily but Lynch was focused on Evangeline.

"Farengar, I told you I could do it—" She had stopped talking when she looked up to see Lynch standing by the Jarl.

"It's nice to see you again." Lynch muttered and Evangeline blushed, he wanted to go behind the desk she was behind and ravish her for looking at him the way she was.

"Good, since you are acquainted then I don't feel like I'm sending you off to your death." Farengar said then he turned to the Jarl and thanked him.

"I did not expect to see you here." Evangeline mumbled,

"Nor I you." Lynch was glad she was safe but Bleak Falls was a dangerous place and he had the overwhelming urge to make her stay so she would be safe.

The Jarl left the room,

"Alright, Evangeline knows where to go and what to look for. You just have to protect her." Farengar said as Evangeline strapped her knapsack to her shoulders.

"I will return soon Farengar." She waved goodbye to him and Lynch followed her down to the herb shop.

"I see you still have not acquired a staff." Lynch said as they entered the herb shop.

"Good day, anything I can help with?" The shopkeeper asked and Evangeline handed her a pouch of something that smelled akin to water.

"From Farengar."

"Oh! Thank you, here's something for your trouble." The shopkeeper gave Evangeline a few potions which she divided up when they walked outside the herb shop.

"Here, take these health potions. I don't need them. I just need the magic potions." Lynch took them and put them in his pack, her eyes went to the large battle axe strapped to his back.

"I see you've acquired a very large battl eaxe." She said and he nodded.

"I am a nord; it's expected of me to wield large weapons." He could see her expression of aggravation but he found her company pleasing.

They reached the gates to the city and exited; he fingered the herb in his pouch that he wanted to give to her but decided it was not the time. When they reached the stables Evangeline stopped and pulled a map from her pack,

"It is getting dark, are you sure we should be traveling? The morn would be best for this quest." Lynch said as he looked up in the sky to see stars starting to grace the night sky.

"I want to get this stone and get this quest over with as fast as I can." She grumbled with an irritated tone.

"One would think you are afraid to be near me." He narrowed his eyes at her when she laughed,

"Afraid of you? No, I'm afraid of myself."

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"Did I mention I hate this cold?" Evangeline rubbed her arms despite the fur lined robes she was wearing,

"That would be thrice now. I do not need the cloak I have, have it so that it may warm you." Lynch took off his cloak and handed it to her.

"It just seems to get colder as we keep going up." She pulled the cloak over herself and shivered.

Her lips were not blue yet but he could tell she had not thought much of the cold mountains until now.

"What I would not give to be in an inn bed warming myself." Lynch glared at her after she finished her statement.

"How would you warm yourself?"

"With many blankets." She snapped and he rolled his eyes at her.

He felt rage at the thought that she might already have had a man in her bed since they parted, he smelt no male smell on her but that did not stop him from wondering if maybe she had when she arrived in Whiterun.

"Is that an old watch tower?" She put her hand above her eyes to see if that was what she had saw.

Lynch could see the tower perfectly,

"Let us camp there for the night." They continued onward for a few more feet before Lynch stopped.

"Wait." The snow was flurrying so it would mask any smells he would be looking for but he heard the all too familiar whistle of an arrow.

"Evangeline move!" Evangeline turned to him but was caught in the shoulder by an arrow.

The impact sent her to the ground clutching her shoulder and screaming in pain,

"By the Divines!" She ripped the arrow from her shoulder with a startled cry as another whizzed past her head.

Lynch could not think and time had stopped, because she was injured and he could smell her blood. He had to fight the beast inside of him as hard as he could; Evangeline pressed a warm healing hand to her shoulder then began to throw fire balls at the bandits. Lynch diverted his attention back to the bandits and when the last bandit lay in a pool of his own blood, he wished he could have done it quicker. Evangeline had since gotten up, dusted her robes off and began to loot the dead bandits for gold or anything that proved useful and sellable.

"It's starting to get dark; I think we should stay at that ruined watch tower tonight." Evangeline looked to him and rubbed her arms.

"By Talos woman! The sun is just beginning to set; wouldn't you rather be in a place you can't burn down?" Lynch laughed to try and dissipate his rage but she was giving him a cold stare that told him she was less than amused with his statement.

"I can burn all of your fur armor off and you decide you want to joke?" Evangeline ground out, Lynch smiled at her then walked over to the ruined watch tower so see what the bandits had left behind.

"Oh look, a fire pit. How lucky we are." Evangeline rolled her eyes at his mocking tone, he was being playful which she would have enjoyed if she weren't so busy trying to forget that she had kissed him not long ago.

Lynch searched the rest if the tower for anything they could use while Evangeline readied the fire pit for use. She found a few stray logs and put them onto the fire pit as Lynch came down with two extra pelts that resembled bear pelts.

"I will take those." Evangeline stood up and plucked them from his shoulder when he came to stand close to her.

"How do you know I did not get them for myself?"

"Because you are a Nord. Nords never get cold which is why they live in Skyrim." Evangeline took her bedroll and unrolled it near the fire pit.

Lynch unrolled his close to hers then sat down on it, Evangeline turned her palm towards herself and fire crackled to life in it. He was never big on mages but he had a tendency to be a curious fellow and so he moved over closer to her and watched as she lit the pile of wood.

"How is it that you can do that?" The fire died down in her palm and she looked at him from the corner of her eye.

"I was born with the gift of magic and could use it from a young age. My...mother was a Psijic while my father had no magical talents at all. Most are born with it but cannot use it without hours and hours of practice to control it." Evangeline held her hand out, he noticed her palm was red but there was no fire.

He looked at her and she motioned for him to touch her hand, he hesitantly moved his hand over hers and then held her hand in his. Evangeline stared into his eyes and smiled when she saw them widened, he felt the warmth of warm coals then the chill of snow and lastly the wonderful surge of lightning run through him. Lynch found them to be pleasant feelings and he watched her hand slip out of his,

"How long did it take you to learn how to be so…gentle with your magic?" He rubbed his hands together then looked back at her.

"A week at most, I burned a child my age when he grabbed my hand to try and drag me off to do something I did not wish to do so…I became angry and burned his hand. My father was not happy so after a beating I had to stay inside until I learned to control my magic even when I was upset or sad." She looked at her hands and sighed.

"I see people who do not understand mages be it out of jealousy or fear of what power mages hold, it is not right to judge them all the same." Lynch looked at the small fire before them and laid back on his bedroll.

"The same could be said for you. Everyone sees a barbarian who has no wits or intelligence about him and a stoic nature that scares most off. Any person could find that you are a barbarian but far more intelligent." Evangeline smiled down at him then slipped into her bedroll.

She pulled the extra animal pelts over herself and looked over at him,

"There is more to you than just your barbarian ways Nord." Lynch grinned and rolled his eyes at her mocking.

There was a hope that was always there that someday he could find a woman or even a comrade in arms who would not judge him if they saw what he truly was. He wanted to be seen as more than just a cold and callous man but a man who had heart despite his internal vicious nature and whom it belonged to.

The Wolf.

Well, it's up. I've rewritten and reviewed the first two chapters. Added some things and took away some things. If you are reading this then feel free to drop me a review or a pm, it is greatly appreciated. I really would love to know how I am doing with the story. :D