Well here we are again; it's always such a pleasure. At the risk of singing the whole portal 2 end song, I'll stop now. I went through each of the chapters and fixed the errors in the paragraphs. (There are probably still more but at least you can tell who is talking now) On my computer, it is separated but when I posted it, it squished everything together. I made the mistake of not checking. This will not happen again.

Before moving on to my reviewers I would like to remind everyone that this story is rated M. There will eventually be foul language, violence and later, (or possibly soon) Sexual situations.

I also don't know if anyone noticed but the titles of each chapter so far is from a song. I'll give a imaginary cookie to anyone who figures it out. Also an abbreviation for this story is WAM. I found this amusing.

Okay. Now that that's been said, moving on.

Karasanten: I missed you last chapter so I'll do it now. I'm glad you like the story dear. I'm not too worried about reviewers, just more perplexed, I suppose. No worries, my English is terrible too.

Evilsmiley16: Hey, when you're happy, I'm happy. Don't worry, Vincent will show him! (Is this a good thing? Idk. )

Shrimpeater: Wow! I'm glad you like it so much! I'll do my best!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the pretty redhead.

Chapter 5- Even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight

"Vilkas…We have a serious problem. Vincent. He knows…about us. About what we are."

Well shit.

Vilkas grabbed his brother by the arm and dragged him into the under forge. This was bad! Very, very bad! Vilkas was silently panicking. He'd just had an argument with him too! What if he told everyone! Ria may not mind but Athis and Torvar… they might not take it so well.

"How much does he know?"

Farkas sighed. "A lot."

"How much is a lot?"

"Calm down, Vilkas…"

"You fucking calm down!"

"I am calm, brother."Vilkas shoved Farkas away and began pacing.

"You shouldn't be! How much is a lot, Farkas!"

"…everything."

Vilkas groaned and sank to his knees. He was starting to feel sick. "E-everything?"

"Yes."

"How the hell did he find out?"

Farkas kneeled next to him and rubbed his brothers back soothingly. "Vincent and I went to Dustman's Cairn to get another piece of Ysgramor's blade. He found out there."

Vilkas held up a hand to stop him. "Start at the beginning…I need to know everything."

The sun was just about ready to rise when Vincent came up to him. Farkas had slept, maybe about an hour or so but his beast blood forbade him a peaceful rest. He was seated in the chair in his room and looked up at the redhead in the doorframe.

"Vincent."

"Farkas." His smile was kind and without any type of hidden malice or intent behind it.

Farkas smiled back, finding Vincent's infectious and gestured for him to come in. Vincent did so and slid atop the table to sit. He laughed as his feet dangled off the floor and even Farkas chuckled at his expense.

"Couldn't sleep Vincent?"

"I did sleep a little…" He confessed but then shook his head. "Nightmares. I didn't want to go back to sleep."

"Hmm… So what's up?"

"I passed Skjor in the hallway…he told me about a mission he wanted me to go on…and to ask you to be my shield brother."

"Ah, I see. So this isn't a personal call."

"Not that I would mind hanging around with you Farkas." Vincent kicked his feet idly against the wood and it reminded Farkas of a slightly hyper child.

"Do you want to go now?"

Vincent bit his lip and contemplated for a moment. "Yeah, sure. The sun will be up soon right?"

"Yes, why?"

Vincent shrugged. "I hate the heat. My skin is really fair so I burn easily." Farkas started laughing and he watched the redhead scowl. "It's true! I don't understand Skyrim. How can it be so hot and so cold here at the same time?"

"I assume there is a vast difference between High Rock and Skyrim."

"To say the least. High Rock is a beautiful place…With rolling lush farm lands and beautiful architecture. Not too hot or too cold like here. Everything in Skyrim smells like snow, steel and wolf shit."

"It does not!" Farkas still laughed.

"It does so." Vincent stuck his tongue out playfully. "Within the first few minutes of showing up here. I've been attacked by at least three packs of wolves!"

"So why did you leave?"

Vincent stopped laughing but a small uneasy smile stayed on his face. "We all have reasons for leaving the places we love."

"You can't say?"

"…Not yet. Not until I know I'll be safe."

The kidding was finished and even Farkas could see the seriousness of this situation. "Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"…"

"Vincent?"

"Not with the government if that's what you're thinking. I just…needed to get away. There was nothing left for me there so there was no reason to stay."

"Vincent…"

"Farkas." Vincent interrupted. "I…want to tell you but I just…can't. Not right now. I promise I'll tell you everything soon. Just…not right now. Okay?"

"…okay."

"Good."

An awkward silence followed that moment. As much as Farkas wanted to know what kind of trouble Vincent might be in, he had to trust him. That's what being companions was all about right? Trusting your shield sibling with your very life. Well he needed to trust Vincent now…and later he knew Vincent would be able to trust him. He stood up and picked up his sword before slinging it on his back.

"Should we go then?"

"Yes. Good idea."

They began there trek, northwest of Whiterun, over small lakes and lush greenery. Farkas had to stop and wait a few times as Vincent picked up glowing nirnroot and mountain flowers.

"You're an alchemist too then?"

Vincent smiled as he picked up some purple mountain flowers and set them into his apothecary satchel at his belt. "I have some talent for it."

"That's a good thing to know. Do you not know healing magic?"

Vincent dusted himself off and walked back over to Farkas. "There are some things that cannot be healed by magic. Sometimes, Alchemy is necessary to keep you alive."

Farkas decided not to ask. "Ready then? We're almost there."

"Yes. Ready."

They walked onward in relative silence until they came upon the burial mound.

"Here we are."

Vincent's nose wrinkled. "It smells like decay in there."

"There are probably Draugr."

"Great." The red head sighed and reached into his coat to pull out his ebony mace.

"You have the skill to use that?"

Vincent nodded. "Some. I'm not the best with it but I was trained in the use of one-handed weaponry."

"Why don't you use magic?"

Vincent looked up at him and cocked an eyebrow. "That's allowed?"

"Yes. Why wouldn't it be?"

"Your brother made it quite clear that my magic was not welcome."

Oh Vilkas…Farkas sighed and shook his head. "Your magic is welcome…at least to me. Vilkas really needs to learn not all mages are bad."

"Bad experience for him, I take it."

"For both of us." Farkas corrected. "But I've learned to let things go."

"…I see." He put his ebony mace away and looked off into the slightly pink sky. "Alright then."

Farkas looked at the sky too. "Have you seen a sun rise in Skyrim before?"

"No." Vincent admitted.

"You anit seen nothing yet then. We can stay a moment longer if you want to see it. It'll be only another half hour or so."Vincent shook his head. "If you don't mind, I'd rather just get this done. The walking dead make me uneasy."

"Is this going to be a problem?"

"No. Killing them is no problem. Those things walking around makes me uneasy."

"The dead should stay dead. Right?"

"…right."

"Let's go then." Farkas turned away from the sun rise to descend down the stone steps and into the burial mound. Vincent followed after and helped him pry open the stone doors. Farkas instantly noticed something."Someone has been here recently."

Vincent blinked. "What?"

"Look here." he pointed to marks on the door. "Someone pried these open before us and judging by the marks, it hasn't been too long. Maybe two days at the longest."

"Tomb raiders?"

"Possibly. Best be on our guard. We may not find just the undead inside."

"Or more of them depending on how good they did."

Farkas chuckled and pulled the door open more. "After you."

"Such a gentlemen. Thank you."

After Vincent was clear, Farkas followed and made sure to shut the door behind them. He didn't want any undead getting out into the open world.

"Ugh! It reeks in here!" Vincent complained and waved a hand in front of his face.

"That's the smell of the dead."

"I know what dead things smell like but that is just foul!"

"It's ancient rotting dead. Worse then regular dead."

"I guess so." Vincent held up a hand and whispered a word under his breath. With a flash of light and the tingling of a feeling of magic being cast, he held a see through battle axe in his hand.

"…that's…interesting."

"In a bad way?"

"No. It's good to always have a weapon handy. It's useful."

Vincent smiled again. "I'm glad you think so!"

Farkas pulled out his two handed sword and led them through the crypts. They came across a Draugr or two but it was nothing the two of them couldn't easily dispatch. Besides that magical axe, Farkas had yet to see Vincent cast anything.

"How much magic do you know?" he asked when they stopped for a brief rest.

Vincent, who was crotched down to pick some mushrooms, looked up questionably. "What do you mean?"

"Do you know other magic besides the magic axe thingy?"

Vincent laughed. "Thingy, Hun?"

"Don't make fun of me." Farkas smiled back. "I'm not a clever man. That's my brother."

"You seem to have more sense then he does." Vincent tucked the mushrooms away and leaned against the wall slightly. "To answer your question, I know all the schools of magic. Some more then the others. I'd been learning for a long time now."

"You argue with my brother a lot Hun?"

"Only every time we see each other."

"Why?"

"I don't know." Vincent shrugged and sounding slightly annoyed. "He hates me, I guess."

"He doesn't hate you."

"Oh yeah?" Vincent didn't sound like he believed him.

"I've seen Vilkas hate people and he doesn't have that same look when he looks at you."

There was a moment of silence from the mage before Vincent's eyes softened slightly. "Really?"

"Yeah. If anything, he really likes you."

"I doubt that."

"He's always the meanest to the people he likes the most." Farkas smiled when he noted the small blush that had formed its way onto Vincent's face. So that's how it was…

"I…still doubt that. He hates magic…and as long as I rely on it, he'll dislike me."

"He'll come around soon enough. Although, I secretly think that Vilkas likes arguing. He always argued with his boyfriends."

There was another long pause and Vincent wore an unreadable mask that Farkas couldn't see past. "He's gay?"

"Not completely. He likes girls too, but I've mostly seen him drawn to men." He saw Vincent shift uncomfortably and thought for a moment he may have made a mistake. "Does that bother you?"

"N-no. It doesn't. I'm…just pretty sure your brother will be mad that you told me this."

"Probably." Farkas smiled and shrugged. "Does it matter though? We're not going to tell him right?"

Vincent smiled a bit uneasy. "Right."

"So…Vincent… Do you…like Vilkas?"

Vincent opened his mouth to answer him but a loud crash from the next room stopped them. They looked at each other and instantly drew weapons. Vincent pulled out the mace to be quieter as they silently entered the chamber to find the source of the disturbance.

A small rat, (not a Skeever, thank the nine) had knocked over a small urn and bolted under a door as they entered. Vincent sighed in relief and put his mace away. He walked over to a locked gate and ran his gloved hand along the bars. "There must be a way to open this. This is the way we're supposed to go right?"

"Yeah. Look around. There must be a switch somewhere."

Vincent nodded and started to look around the walls. There was a raised gate in the corner and a lever rested against the wall.

"Hey Farkas. I think I found it! Tell me if the gate rises." Vincent spoke as he walked up to the switch and gave it a pull. Instantly the bars slammed down, trapping him inside. Well that wasn't good.

"Look what you did now." Farkas chuckled at the trapped redhead.

Vincent huffed and folded his arms. "Real funny, Farkas. Just find the release."

"Well, the gate is up; maybe the release is on the other s Farkas stopped when he saw five figures approaching with silver swords drawn. Oh shit.

"Farkas…What's going on?"

"Shh. Stay quiet."Vincent opened his mouth to argue with him but the glare Farkas gave him kept him silent.

"Well look here! It's one of them!" one of them yelled, holding up the silver sword threateningly and surrounding Farkas. Farkas' back pressed up against the bars of Vincent's cell and he growled softly. This was very not good."Who's the Breton? Is he one of them?"

"Who cares? They're together so we'll deal with him after we deal with this monster!"

"Back off!" Farkas yelled. Vincent reached a hand through the bars and laid it on Farkas' shoulder. "Stay put Vincent…don't try to break out until I let you out. Okay?"

"Farkas…what-"

"Just trust me Vincent!"

He had no choice…Surrounded as he was he didn't stand a chance. Even if he fell the silver hand wouldn't be content with just him…they'd murder Vincent even though he had nothing to do with the circle. He had to risk this…and he just preyed that Vincent would be understanding once it was all over.

As they closed in he let out a guttural growl and released to the beast. He heard the members of the silver hand yell as his bones popped into place and his human features turned much more wolfish. He felt Vincent's gloved hand retreat as if he was burned and he stumbled back to the wall.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

The first member of the silver hand swung at him and he completely surrendered to the beast. In a fury of fangs, claws and fur the silver hand lay broken and mangled at his feet. He could hear Vincent's rapid breathing behind him and he didn't dare turn to face the mage. He just ran through the now raised gate and transformed back into his normal self.

He really didn't want to think about dealing with Vincent if he refused to accept this. His mind knew what he had to do but he wasn't sure he would actually be able to carry out the sentence. Vincent would have to die and as much as the thought saddened Farkas, he would do what he had to in order to protect the members of his circle and his brother. He pulled the lever on his side and heard the gate to Vincent's cell open. Please…don't run Vincent.

As he walked into the next chamber he found Vincent standing in the middle of the mangled bodies, looking down at the carnage with a blank unreadable expression.

"Vincent…"

"What the fuck…was that, Farkas…?"

"Which part?"

"Every part! You're a werewolf!"

"…yes."

Vincent put a hand to his head and rubbed his temples. "Do the companions know?"

"…Vincent…Listen to me carefully okay? I need you to not freak out or run away…and what I'm about to tell you can never leave this room. Okay?"

Vincent looked around at all the dead and then back up at Farkas. "You'd kill me if I said otherwise. Right?"

"I wouldn't want to."

Vincent sighed and stepped around the corpses and slightly closer to Farkas. "Speak then."

"The whole Circle and the Harbinger…we're all gifted with the blood of the beast."

"Gifted?" Vincent scowled. "You're all Werewolves?"

"Yes.""And the others…?"

"They have no idea." Farkas spoke in a low voice. "And-"

"And you'd like to keep it that way." Vincent finished for him and nodded. "So Aela…Skjor…Kodlak…you and Vilkas…you're all…."

"Yes."

"I see."

"Do you hate me now?"

Vincent looked up sadly at him and carefully placed a hand on his shoulder. "No. No Farkas…this doesn't change a thing between us. It's just…a lot to take in."

"So…you'll stay with us? You won't tell anyone?"

"I won't tell Farkas." He nodded.

"I…am surprised you're taking this so well."

"We all have secrets Farkas." he smiled kindly. "Some are just a little darker…or should I say harrier then others."

They both shared a laugh and most of the tension in the room seemed to ebb away. "Should we continue?"

"Yes." Vincent nodded. "We did come here for a reason after all." As they walked through the gate, Vincent took another look behind them. "Those people…did they know?"

"Yes. They are called the silver hand. They do not know who exactly in the companions are gifted with the beast blood so they just try to kill all of us."

"So they are werewolf hunters?"

"Mostly yes. I hear they also hunt undead, vampires and the like. Mostly werewolves though."

"Are they all bad people?"

"I don't know. That's like asking are all werewolves good people. Not all of us are, Vincent. I can promise you that all the members of the circle would never harm you though. We can control the beast. Some poor fools can't though."

"Okay. I trust you, Farkas."

Farkas smiled broadly and ruffled the mages hair. "You don't know how glad I am to hear that."

Vincent shoved his hand away. "Come on big guy…Don't go soft on me now. We're not even done yet!"

"Right. Let's get going then."

"We fought more members of the silver hand, some Draugr, huge ass spiders…" Farkas shuttered at that last part, "…got the piece and came back."

"That's all?"

Farkas hesitated for a moment. Not long enough for Vilkas to catch but just long enough to make up his mind. "Yes."

To his relief, Vilkas continued on. "Did you have to tell him all that stuff about my boyfriends?"

"Why not? I think he likes you."

Vilkas scowled but his cheeks turned just the slightest shade of red. "Because it's embarrassing and I don't give a damn if he likes me or not. I don't like him! Not even in the slightest."

"…." Farkas gave him a look that clearly showed that he thought Vilkas was lying. He was right, unfortunately… But Vilkas wouldn't give him the satisfaction of admitting he felt…something…for that waved him off and leaned up against the stone wall of the under forge.

"I don't like him knowing, Farkas."

"Well, that's too bad. He knows. Go talk to him if it makes you so uneasy."

"We just argued. I hardly doubt he'll want to talk to me."

"Try anyway."

Vilkas glared at his brother but Farkas seemed unfazed. "He hates me."

"No he doesn't."

"How do you know this?"

"Weren't you listening?" Farkas sighed. "We spoke about you. He doesn't hate you. He just thinks your being a bit ignorant with the idea of magic."

"I'm being ignorant?" Vilkas shot up from the wall. "Need I remind you what magic almost did to us? What it did to Jergen?"

"I remember brother…but you cannot blame every magic user for the actions of others." He saw Vilkas' rage deflate and he walked over to rub his brothers' shoulder in a soothing manner. "Vincent is a mage…nothing will ever change that. He has decided to make good use of his power to aid the companions. We have more pieces of the blade then we have ever had and with Vincent around I'm sure more will come to us in time. He's a powerful ally to have Vilkas and he's a good guy. I'd trust him with my life…so should you."

Vilkas sighed. "I…guess you're right."

Farkas smiled. "Of course I am. I may be stupid but I have good sense sometimes."

"If this was anyone else other then you or Kodlak telling me this…"

"Yes, I know…You wouldn't believe them." He took his brother by the shoulders. "Go talk to him, Vilkas. Just keep magic out of the conversation. I think you'll find that you like him like I do." And probably more…But Farkas decided not to add that. He could see the sparks of attraction between them and he'd done all he could to ignite it. Now it was up to them.

"Okay." He pulled away and sighed. "I'll go talk to him. Soon though…not right now. I need time to think about what I'm going to say."

"Good. That's fine."Farkas watched Vilkas leave and suddenly felt his gut twist in guilt. He hadn't told his brother everything but he could hear Vincent begging him in his head.

"You can tell Kodlak, Farkas…but please…please don't tell Vilkas. I don't want him to find out this way. Promise me, Farkas. Please promise me…"

"I promise."

Farkas sighed and kicked a loose stone. Nothing good could come of this…But he had to respect his new found friends wish. He just hoped it was worth it.

Two weeks passed. Vilkas was not avoiding Vincent per say, but whenever he tried to speak with the mage he was surrounded by other members of the companions and Vilkas figured this conversation should be private. He was also slightly wary of the way Torvar followed him. They seemed to be friends on Vincent's end but Torvar's body language told a different story. Vilkas tried to fight down a feeling of…jealousy? Possessiveness? He wasn't quite sure but he disliked it.

He'd notice that whenever they saw each other the redhead's eyes would be on him. Vilkas found himself wanting to talk to him…even if it was just to insult his magic and get a rise out of the other man. All of these thoughts confused Vilkas and kept him from saying anything.

Finally Torvar was sent out with Athis and Ria and Njada were also sent out. Farkas, who had been waiting for Vilkas to man up and talk to Vincent, promised to keep the other members of the circle away so he could have some private him with him.

It was mid afternoon when Vilkas walked into the living quarters and was about to call out for Vincent but hear raspy coughing instead. His heart stilled at the sound and he suddenly thought of his dream. The sight of Vincent gagging on his own blood, dying in his arms…that helplessness that he felt as he listened to all the breath raggedly leave the mage…That cough sounded as Vilkas grabbed hold of the doorframe and peeked around in time to see Vincent sitting on the bed he had selected for himself. He was still coughing but digging through his knapsack. Vilkas watched him pull out a strange, red bottle and uncap it. He watched Vincent down the contents with a grimace and his coughing die down. Was Vincent sick or something? He pulled his head out of the room and waited a moment for Vincent to settle. Then decided to try and get his attention.

"Vincent?"

He heard Vincent go still in the other room and waited for a response. "Vilkas?"

That was his cue. He walked inside and walked over to the mage. He noted that Vincent had set aside his knapsack and the little red bottle was no where in sight. He stood awkwardly by his bed, just looking down at him. He wasn't even sure where to start. He didn't know why he felt so nervous…

"Yes?" The redhead asked. "What is it, Vilkas?"

"I…well…You see…" He wasn't sure how to start this and he wished he had practiced what he was going to say.

The redhead blinked. "Do…you want to sit down?" He patted the area next to him.

"..yes. Thank you." Vilkas took the seat awkwardly and stared at his own hands.

After a long awkward silence between them, Vincent laid a hand on his shoulder. The touch was so gentle it almost made Vilkas jump in surprise. He looked at the leather clad hand and then back up at the mage. He didn't hate the touch but Vincent must have thought he did because he pulled his hand away quickly and looked away.

"Is…something wrong, Vilkas?"

"No…yes…" He sighed. "I don't know."

"If you have a problem, I'm sure your brother would be better company then me…"

"This is about you, so I doubt it."

The mage's expression was unreadable for a moment but Vilkas caught the slightest glint of fear in his eyes. "W-well…what is it?"

"Farkas told me about your mission to Dustman's cairn."

"H-he did?"

"Yes…Now that we have time to be alone, I'd like to speak to you about it."

Vincent bit his lip nervously and Vilkas found his eyes drawn to it. He quickly looked away before Vincent caught him.

"Okay. Go ahead."

"I…" Vilkas stopped for a moment. "I just need to know that you've kept the secret."

Vincent looked up surprised and slightly relived. "Ah. So that's what this is about."

"Yes."

"What makes you think I've told anyone?" A small cocky smile came to his lips and it made Vilkas scowl.

"Because you seem quite buddy, buddy with Torvar."

"Oh please." The redhead tossed up a dismissive hand. "He's a good drinking mate but I wouldn't tell him anything personal."

"Oh really?"

"Really. It's not like he knows everything about me. We're not that friendly."

"What does that mean?" Vilkas raised an eyebrow.

"It means he doesn't know the color of my underclothes or anything." He stuck out his tongue playfully.

Vilkas was taken aback. Did he really just say that? He felt that stirring in his gut again. His brain told him it was possessiveness but Vincent did not belong to him so he had nothing to be possessive about. Maybe after that dream he just felt protective of Vincent. Even if he was just a dirty Breton mage…Before he could stop himself he growled out a "And he shouldn't know."

Vincent's smile turned coy and Vilkas cursed himself silently."You sound Jealous, Vilkas." There was a playful edge to his voice that Vilkas wasn't sure he likes.

"Of Torvar? Please. Like I care who you're friendly with."

"You sound like you care."

"Well, I don't."

"I guess your brother was right…"

Vilkas looked over in time to see Vincent scoot a bit closer. He almost recoiled but refused to back down. He stood his ground and greeted the redhead's sudden closeness with a scowl. "About?"

"Nothing." Vincent placed a hand back on Vilkas' shoulder and did not pull it away this time. "I'm really friendly with your brother too."

"I'm not worried about Farkas."

"Aw. I wanted to hear you growl like that again."

Vilkas felt his gut twist in knots and his heart hammer in his chest. Were…they flirting? He shoved the hand off his shoulder and glanced up at Vincent to gauge his reaction. To his dismay, the coy smile stayed but he kept his hands to himself.

"I just need to know if you've kept the secret."

"I have." Vincent tilted his head to the side. "I promised your brother that I'd never tell anyone."

"Good. Thank you." He breathed in deep and figured he should probably go now…but something kept him there. Vincent wasn't touching him and there wasn't anything physically keeping him here but he found himself unwilling to move.

"Are you going to apologize for yelling at me about my magic?" Vincent gained Vilkas' attention. Well so much for staying off the subject.

"I did not yell."

"Talked with extreme amounts of distain then."

Vilkas huffed. "No. I will not apologize for something I believe in."

"Ah. How noble of you."

He felt like he was being mocked but fought himself not to lash out. There were having a normal conversation too. Why did it always come down to this?

"Can we drop this, please?" He asked with some added irritation to his voice.

"Should we? I believe it is something that needs to be discussed. I use magic and you hate it and if we are to co-exist we need to come to some sort of consensus."

"I am trying to be nice, mage." He hissed angrily, but barley keeping his temper in check.

"I kind of like it when we argue."

That took the wind right out of Vilkas' sails. "What?"

"You get fiery and passionate when you argue with me. I'm different and everyone here… and everybody….well except for maybe Njada…has just accepted me. She just ignores me and doesn't fight with me though…but you…You fight me every step of the way." he admitted with a soft smile.

"You like it when we fight?"

Vincent shrugged. "When we fight you get my blood pumping. I like the adrenaline I get from fighting with you."

Vilkas didn't want to admit it but he felt the same. He got a rise out of arguing with Vincent…almost to the point where he wanted to willingly seek him out to start one. That couldn't be healthy for either of them. He knew this stirring feeling that his gut was currently doing. As much as he hated magic…he found himself attracted to the mage. Damn it, Farkas was right. Gods, help him if he'd ever admit it though. He needed to be sure though…and he had a good way of testing it."I have a mission to go on tomorrow. I was going to ask Farkas to come with me but I want you to come instead."

"Oh?"

"Yes. There may be trouble and I'd like to see you on the field of action."

Vincent looked intrigued. "I see."

"Well…?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"None." Vilkas spoke firmly. "I will see you tomorrow."

Vincent chuckled. "Okay."

"And…" Vilkas sighed and lowered his head. "Thank you…for not telling anymore. I apologize for how I have treated you…"

To his surprise, Vincent leaned in before he could stop him and spoke softly in his ear. "Don't apologize, Vilkas. It doesn't suit you."

The smell of burning leaves invaded his senses and he raised a hand as if to run it through Vincent's hair but the mage pulled back and away from him before he had the chance. He lowered his hand back to his side, lamely and sat up. His fists clenched at his side at the thought of how that was almost a hug. What the hell was wrong with him!

"Alright…bye."

He waited until Vincent gave a short wave goodbye before he retreated completely. He couldn't help but notice that Vincent looked slightly disappointed and he wasn't the only one. His inner wolf snarled as he retreated and almost demanded he go back. He pushed the urge of the beast aside and went to his room. He wouldn't give in to the beast. Not now…or ever again.