Revelations

The day had started like any other day at the Pack's house. The twins, after seeking out their parents, were dressed and ready for their day by the time that Silver's cousins awoke. Elena and Clayton had just left the door with the adorable three-year-olds for their morning at the park when the phone in the hall started ringing.

Jeremy had answered it, making small talk before he called Blaze to the hall. Silver, of course, was in the garden meditating that morning so he didn't know what the call was about or whom it concerned. The younger werewolf, Jeremy noticed, didn't have the same fighting instincts his cousins had; he was peaceable and gentle- something that was not lost on any of the other current occupants at Stonehaven, but was unusual for one who'd been bitten. Naturally, Silver told Jeremy when he asked that it was because the teen still had his sister to balance his calm serenity with her vicious battle tactics.

Now the three teens along with Jeremy, Nick, Clayton, and Antonio were driving along the road that led to the place where Silver's father was waiting for news of his children.

One last turn to the road, one more glare from Silver towards his cousins, and then they pulled into the driveway to the building where the three teen's father was located. The one time that Blaze couldn't keep his mouth shut was the one time that Silver needed it silenced… preferably for good as his capacity for his older, more eccentric cousin was wearing very thin.

He stared at the normal-looking warehouse building, letting his eyes focus briefly on the two security cameras before tuning back into what Blaze was saying. "So anyway, cuz, I was telling your father that you had to talk to him one on one and he said that so long as you weren't hurt or anything he was glad."

"I still can't believe you did this to me, J.B." Silver growled under his breath. "Why couldn't you just let me be?"

"Oh, c'mon!" Blaze's exaggerated groan had Silver bewildered. The red head glanced at Nick and mouthed 'Help!' as they stopped at the doors and pressed the buzzer. Not even a single minute passed before the doors opened and Blaze was cat-calling the young woman who'd answered.

"Holy Hell, you're as bad as Sterling!" She exclaimed. "Hi, Jeremy!"

"Savannah. It's a pleasure to see you under circumstances that do not require you to be saved."

"Yeesh, you mess up one time and no one lets you forget it!" Savannah groaned half-heartedly. The wolves laughed it off as she led them to the upper floor.

Suddenly, a young sorcerer was there holding the door for them and grinning madly. "Mistress Savannah, do you want me to make coffee?"

Savannah grinned at the three teens as they watched their Uncle Sterling bow down to a girl. "Sure, go ahead." Inside, muffled laughter escaped the other three Shield brothers.

"That's what you get for losing a bet, little brother." Jet called out.

Sterling laughed at the jibe, saying that either way the bet had gone he still considered himself a winner for getting to spend time with a Levine. "Besides, this is just practice for after the real fight. She hasn't won yet, Bro!"

Jasper had spent the morning pondering over the mysterious 'changes' that Blaze had mentioned to him on the phone the night before. He knew his children had kept things from him for years. Knew that they were more powerful than they let on and that there was no one in the family that would, or could take them on without some sort of hard lesson learned.

His older brothers were just as concerned about this new information that would either make finding Quartz easier or dead-end the case altogether.

He woke in the morning and called the Pack's house. He'd been expecting Blaze or Silver to answer, instead, he'd gotten the Alpha. His thoughts went to that morning's phone call.

"Danvers residence, Jeremy speaking," the calm voice answered.

"How are you, Mr. Danvers, this is Jasper Shield." There was a slight silence.

"Ah, yes, Silver's father. I'm not too bad, yourself?" The man on the other end was pleasant enough. "Silver's meditating in the garden right now."

Jasper chuckled, "don't bother him then. He hates being interrupted during his morning ritual."

"So Clayton has come to figure out the hard way," Jeremy reported with a sigh. "Would you like to speak with one of your nephews then?"

"Blaze, please. Uh, Mr-

"Jeremy."

"Jeremy, then, have there been any… complications with my son in your house?"

"None whatsoever, actually. He's a very polite, courteous young man. In fact, I sometimes wish that Clayton would take notes on how to behave since your son arrived."

Jasper heaved a sigh of relief. There were no problems. "That's nice to hear. He can sometimes get… edgy without his sister near him."

"I think I understand where you're coming from. Clayton and his wife have twins of their own who are the same way." There was a rustle of movement as Jeremy covered the mouthpiece to call for Blaze. "He's coming."

"Thank you, Jeremy, for everything."

Now, as he sat in one of the office chairs in Lucas and Paige's building, he wondered what it was his son was hiding from him. Outside the windows, two vehicles stopped. He watched as his nephews and son piled out of one. Silver's glare was visible even from this distance. He laughed. Then noticed his son glancing at the security measures Lucas's father insisted on for his own child.

The other car held four others. Men- the Pack, he guessed- who didn't look to be the sort that you messed with unless you had a death wish.

The buzzer rang. Savannah went to answer it.

It wasn't long before he started to hear the voices of his kin that he felt calm enough to know that whatever his son hid from him, he did it for a reason. He reminded himself that no matter what the secret, Silver was still his son; still his child.

He glanced up at the door as Sterling opened it for the young witch and smiled half-heartedly as his younger brother bowed down. The look on Savannah's eyes alone was enough to tell him that she knew that no matter what the outcome of their little bet, Sterling was still winning. He laughed with his brothers when Sterling admitted it was just practice for the real deal.

Silver's blue streaked head rounded the corner and Jasper broke down.

Clayton's eyes never left the teen wolf as they entered the room. He was sure that the kid was joking about having control around others… well, up until the twin terrors from Hades had shown up in Stonehaven's driveway. They were enough to test even Jeremy's patience.

He watched as Silver's father dropped to the tiled floor, breathing in short, ragged breaths once the man saw his son. Silver's reaction surprised them all.

"Dad…" the teen wolf whispered. Jeremy, Clayton, and Antonio watched him now while Nick busied himself making a coffee. He walked calmly over to his father and knelt down in front of him to pull him into a hug. "We'll find her, Daddy. I won't give up until she's back with us where she belongs."

"No, Silver, we won't give up." Jasper said as both he and his son got to their feet. "Now, Blaze said you wanted to talk about something?"

"Under one condition."

"Name it."

"I get to gag, tie up, and shove him in the basement somewhere when we get home." Blaze's eyes widened. Clayton smirked.

"No! Don't let him!" Blaze cried out as he tried to hide behind his father. Jet sidestepped him, and laughed quietly. "I'll do his chores for a year as long as you don't let him do that to me, I swear!

Jasper winked at his son, "I'll see."

Jeremy walked out the door with them as they went into the other room to talk. "Silver, if you need any help…"

"I know." The teen gave the older Danvers a hug before shutting the door. "Dad, there's something you need to know about me and Quartz."

Jasper sighed. "You're in a gang?"

"Dad!" Silver said. He was appalled that his father would even think that about him. "No guessing!"

"Okay…. So you're not in a gang?"

"No, we aren't." The teen took a lung-full of air before continuing. It was best to get it over with quickly. "When we were thirteen, we were both bitten by a werewolf."

Jasper's smile faded. "Why was I not informed?"

"We were scared to say anything; we didn't want to lose your respect or love." Silver said quietly. He smiled slightly, knowing that the only ones who heard the conversation were the wolves in the other room. He heard Clayton snort a laugh and bit back a grin of his own.

"My respect?" Jasper breathed slowly as he mulled over the information. His hands went through his hair as he drew in one ragged breath after another. "My love? Silver, you and your sister are my world. Nothing you could do or say could or would ever change that. Nothing."

"Dad, I'm sorry, this is all my fault- I should have been there with her. I should have stayed by her side. Instead, I went to that stupid party when I should have been home with Quartz, protecting her."

Jasper eyed his son carefully. "Is this what Jeremy meant when he said if you needed him?"

"Yes."

"I see." Silver glanced at his father, weary. "And you don't know who bit you?"

"No, sorry; we never saw who it was in human form. He got us from behind."

Jasper snorted, the answer did not satisfy his need for vengeance. "Pity, I'm sure he'd make a good mount for my office wall."

"I'm pretty sure Clay wouldn't mind helping you with that, Dad." Silver laughed. It was a bitter laugh, but it was all he could muster. "About Q.D-"

"Not your fault. If you'd stayed, you'd be where she is or dead- not something I want to happen." Jasper watched as Silver's head tipped to the side. "What?"

"Uncle Jet wants to know what's going on and Uncle Sterling is taking bets on whether or not it's something bad."

"Well, let's go break the news and get a plan made. We've got to get your sister back at any cost."

Clayton smirked at the teen wolf as he walked out behind his father. The look on the mans face was one of deep thought as he walked over to his brothers and told them the secret that Silver had been keeping. Sterling glanced over at his nephew.

"Damn, and I thought it was something like you being in a gang."

"Well, I guess you owe Uncle Malachite a few paychecks then, huh?"

Sterling turned to Jasper, "He heard that?"

"Uh, Sterling," Silver said calmly. "Werewolf hearing is at least five to ten times that of any other supernatural race. We're also stronger and faster, so no racing me for a long time."

"Fuck! Why did I not think of that?" Malachite smacked the back of Sterling's head.

"Language, there are ladies present, little brother." Sterling rubbed the spot where his older brother hit and glowered at the eldest Shield. "Don't give me that look or you'll be eating out of a straw for the next ten years."

At that, Clayton and Nick burst into laughter. Silver stared in shock at the blond werewolf. It was rare that the man laughed, very rare. Jeremy smiled, giving the younger wolf a nod that said 'yes, he's sane' before stepping forward.

The four Shield brothers turned to him, unasked questions in their eyes.

"Well, now that the hard part is over, let's say we get down to business?" The Elder Danvers said softly. "Silver came to us for help, and we are more than willing to aide him in this endeavor to save his sister from harms way. Thus far, we have very little information to go by except that she can hear and smell things in the area where she is being kept."

"You've been in contact? How? When?"

"Dad, patience, please?"

"Of course, but we are curious." Jeremy nodded once. This was something he was all too familiar with.

Silver walked over to the counter and poured a cup of tea while the Alpha explained everything. His hands shook slightly.

Suddenly, everything went shadowy. His vision dimmed as the porcelain cup fell to the floor and shattered into countless pieces. All eyes in the room turned to him, but only four knew what was happening to the teen wolf.

Malachite shot forward as his nephew started to fall. His hands barely made the distance to catch Silver's head before it hit the floor. Panic ensued, yet the werewolves remained calm.

"What's happened to him?" Malachite asked, glaring at the wolves; the anger and pain were evident in his deep voice.

"Nothing," Clayton's southern drawl answered. "His sister's calling out to him."

"They call it Penumbra- a shadowed world that mirrors the real world where they can talk to one another through their dreams." Jeremy added. "When she wants to talk to him or vice versa this is what happens."

Malachite nodded. "I see."

Her eyes were watching everything and nothing all at the same time. Her heart was beating so fast the sound of it echoed in her ears like a drum. The steady rhythm soothed her frayed nerves. Sort of.

She called to him again. She knew that he was awake, but it didn't matter. There was news about her situation that he needed to know right away. Suddenly, he was there and a new city shot up around her. Gone were the peaceful forest and all the pretty flowers of the Haven's yard. In their place was a building and several shadows that she could not clearly see.

"Where are you?" She asked when his image finally became clear. "I've been calling for hours."

"Sorry, I'm with Dad and the others. He knows now. It's safer this way."

"Is anyone from the Pack with you?"

"Yeah, Jeremy, Clay, Nick, and Tonio; Why"

Quartz giggled, her mood elevated. "I heard the name of the club."

"Wicked, what is it?"

"The Raven." Silver smiled. A new bit of intel to add to the search. "Please hurry- I'm going nuts in this room."

"I'm working on it sis, don't worry. I'm coming to get you back."

She embraced him, handing him a small object before fading back to her body.

Jasper sat by his sons bedside while Jeremy monitored the teens vitals. "His breath is too shallow."

"He's fine, Jas, give the man some credit."

"Sterling, go pester Savannah."

"Oooh, good idea!"

Almost as soon as the youngest Shild brother left the room, Silver's breathing kicked up a notch and his eyes began to flutter. His left hand flexed around something glittery in its grip. Deep blue opened.

Curiosity flashed in dark orbs as he sat up, aided by the Pack Alpha on one side his father on the other. He looked down at his hand, at the object he clutched.

"This is strange." He said so softly that it was barely a whisper. "I can pull things through, but not people."

"Things?" His father and Jeremy were equally confused by the statement.

Silver opened his hand. In it sat an intricately carved button, from what, he didn't know. "She gave me this before she went back."

"A button? Why would Quartz give you a button?"

Realization hit Jeremy like an arrow from a bow hitting a target dead centre. "For the scent of the one that holds her." Silver smirked.

"We really need to get her out of there. She's going crazy locked in that room." Jeremy nodded, fully understanding the reason that the female wolf was helping the best that she could.