Hello one and all to another installment of Wolves and magic! Let's get the ball rolling!
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Chapter 7: Broken
The worst is over now, and we can breathe again.
I want to hold you high and steal my pain away.
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight.
I want to hold you high and steal your pain.
-Broken by Seether
Vincent's lips were soft. Softer then he thought they'd be for a man. There was still a slight soreness to his thigh and shoulder but he ignored it easily enough in favor of holding the redhead down. Even the slightest brush of lips was already enough to get Vilkas addicted to him. The initial contact had sent shivers down his spine and heat had pooled all too quickly to his groin. Though the mage had yet to retaliate, he had yet to react either. The kiss only lasted about thirty seconds and Vincent had stayed like a limp fish the entire time. It was not enough to deter Vilkas…not now. Not with his wolf fused with his own self-consciousness. Though Vilkas still had an inch of control left and kept himself from tearing off Vincent's clothes and having his way with him on the floor.
Vilkas pulled back…only slightly so he could look at the dazed redhead. Vincent's expression remained furiously unreadable so Vilkas bit back a growl that threatened to release from his throat and loosened his grip, just slightly, on the captured mage's hands. He had little control of the situation at the moment but there was no way he'd ever allow his inner wolf to take advantage of someone like this. Especially someone he may have deep seated feelings for…not that he'd ever admit it.
"Vincent…" He managed to croak out. His voice was husky and thick with arousal and he silently cursed himself for how he sounded. He hated this but he had to make sure. Only when Vilkas spoke did Vincent react.
His pretty copper eyes went from surprise to contentment. His hard stone look softened and a small smile came to his lips. "Vilkas."
Gods damn that smile…He easily lost himself again and leaned down to retake those soft lips again. To his surprise, Vincent kissed back this time. He did anything but lay like a limp fish now and any doubt Vilkas had left in a hurry. Vilkas felt Vincent's legs hook over his hips and press himself closer to Vilkas' body. His clever tongue that had been used in many and argument and comebacks, was now brushing sweetly against his bottom lip in a silent plea to be let in. The wolf inside Vilkas was pleased by Vincent's submission and least there would be no vain struggled for dominance. By both his own need and the wolf's urgent pushing, he opened his mouth and allowed him entry.
His tongue felt amazing when it touched his own and sent another furious wave of pleasure to his groin. Somewhere buried deep in the back of Vilkas' mind, he questioned how the mage seemed so good at this. He instantly let the unanswered question fade away. It was really not the time to be thinking about it and Vincent was allowed to have had a life before walking into Vilkas'.
The kiss had started gentle and Vilkas was content and then redhead ruined the moment of tranquility by slightly rocking his hips. He was unfortunately positioned perfectly over Vilkas' clothed manhood and sent a jolt into the werewolf's body when he moved. Vilkas heard himself growl and the kiss became more feverish and demanding. He abandoned holding the mage down in favor of wrapping his arms around Vincent's waist and hoisting them both up into a sitting position. They both let out soft sounds as he forced Vincent into his lap where it was evident that he had quite a large 'problem'.
Vilkas would have blushed in embarrassment but Vincent seemed unbothered by his arousal and in fact, rocked his backside against it. Before Vilkas would let himself moan at the feeling he forced their mouths together again and let the moan become a muffled growl. He enjoyed the feel of those hips rocking, the taste of his mouth and that sweet fiery scent Vincent always seemed to carry with him. Vilkas' own hips began to move in time Vincent's and he heard a muffled moan come from the mage. He almost growled at his own pride. In an effort not to be heard he had denied himself the chance to hear Vincent cry out. He would have to rectify this…
As he rubbed his hands along Vincent's coat, he was suddenly possessed by the thought of touching more bare skin and moved quickly to satisfy this urge. He grabbed at the belt that held Vincent's pastel coat together and quickly tugged it off. Then he grabbed the opening near his neck and tugged down. Vincent smiled against his mouth and spoke a soft "easy…" Then he moved his arms to help Vilkas dislodge the offending garment before he ripped it off him. Vilkas broke their kiss so he could lift Vincent up slightly and remove the lower half of the coat from their tangled bodies. Vincent chuckled as he was hoisted up in the air slightly, before he was out back down. Obviously he found this situation slightly amusing. Vilkas threw the coat somewhere in his room, not really caring at the moment where it went and took in the sight of his mage without it.
He wore a sleeveless black tunic underneath, and his normal pants and boots. Vilkas was surprised to see that Vincent's arms weren't skinny and limp like he figured them to be for a mage. He wasn't overly muscular but he could see the strength in them. He was made up of wiry muscle it seems and had the body of someone who worked on a farm perhaps? His body looked nice without the coat…he let his mind briefly wander to thoughts of how nice it would look with nothing on at all. Yes…that was a pleasing thought indeed… one he planned to make a reality, shortly.
"Do I get to take your stuff off now?"
Vincent's voice had startled him out of la la land and all he could do was nod to the question. Vincent smiled again and his marred hands set to work on the back clasps of his armor. They'd already removed the lower half to heal his thigh and the shoulder guards when he was healing his shoulder, so all that was left was the chest plate. When that clanked to the ground beside him, Vincent ran his hands along the simple black shirt that Vilkas had underneath. The cloth itself was flimsy so Vilkas could feel every touch as if it was bare skin contact.
Although the gentle caresses felt nice and those wicked hips of his were moving just right again, Vilkas' wolf was becoming impatient. With a harsh shove against Vilkas' self conscious, the wolf made his demands known…and Vilkas was nearly powerless to stop it.
One of his hands rested against the curve of Vincent's spine and the other slowly made it's way up. It passed over the soft skin on his neck and he was not displeased when he saw Vincent lean into the touch. His fingers kept moving up…over the curve of his cheek, past his forehead and into his hair. He took a moment to run his fingers through it and hear the mage purr in content and then he grabbed a fist full of it and tugged with a sudden ferocity that it even startled Vilkas. The hand on Vincent's spine kept him upright and in Vilkas' lap or else he would have been jostled to the floor by the force of the pull.
Vincent's mouth opened in shock and a startled yelp passed his lips. His grip almost loosened instantly in fear he may have severely hurt the mage. He examined Vincent's face and found it surprisingly accepting. His cheeks were slightly red with what Vilkas could only describe as the most adorable blush he'd ever seen Vincent make and his copper eyes held no anger or fear. They clouded over slightly with a look that Vilkas had never seen before on the mage but was quite pleased to see now. The hand stayed tight and experimentally gave another tug. Vincent let out a soft moan and his hips twitched at the second tug. It was not as harsh as the first one and the lust in Vincent's eyes grew darker.
Now was the time…his wolf knew it and howled his intent in Vilkas' ear. As though his body moved on it's own, Vilkas pulled Vincent's head to the side by the grip on his hair and exposed his pale neck. Vincent gave almost a helpless moan at the action but did not struggle against it. Poor thing…he had no idea what he was in for.
Vilkas leaned in quickly and connected his mouth high up on his neck and right under his chin. He started with soft kisses and heard Vincent purr again…only to have that purr turn into a gasp as Vilkas bit slightly on the skin. He sucked and bit on the skin to leave an angry looking purplish red mark on that porcelain skin. He smiled at the sight and moved a bit to the side to leave another one. He repeated the action all the way down the redhead's neck, smirking against his skin as Vincent squirmed and shivered in his lap.
Vilkas pulled away to inspect his handy work and couldn't help but grin wolfishly as he saw all the purplish marks he left. Even wearing his coat, Vincent wouldn't be able to hide some of them. Let Tovar see that! The dark part of his growled happily. The mage belonged to them now…well…almost.
He leaned in to kiss the marks he'd made then he laid the mage flat against the floor again and took residence between his spread legs. He kept the mage's mouth occupied while his free hand moved down to grasp the hem of Vincent's dark pants. Vilkas didn't consider himself able to have a gentle touch, but he let his fingers run down to palm Vincent through his trousers.
His eyes opened so he could watch the mage writhe under him. He looked…beautiful. With his swollen lips, lust filled eyes, raid breathing and blushing face. They had fought, tooth and nail every step of the way together and as much as Vilkas hated magic, he didn't hate Vincent. He felt something he hadn't felt when he was with anyone else and it slightly scared him. The wolf gave an answer to his unspoken question and the spark of recognition lit inside Vilkas. The dreams, how he always tried to seek Vincent out, how he secretly cared about the mages' well being and the sudden possessiveness he'd come to show.
Vilkas licked at Vincent's bottom lip and couldn't help growling out a possessive "Mine."
"Mmm…" Vincent mumbled, possibly not even hearing him.
Vilkas pulled Vincent in closer and placed his mouth at the base of his neck. Vincent craned his head to give Vilkas easier access, probably figuring he was about to receive more kisses. Poor fool. Vilkas knew this was going to hurt Vincent and he couldn't even believe himself when he found out he didn't care. He'd slept with other people and never once did the wolf have a desire to mark them. No, both he and the wolf have chosen the mage and unfortunately for Vincent, he had no say in the matter.
He bit down and felt the tender skin break under the abuse and the mage gasp as he felt his blood spill. Vilkas thought about drinking it but he knew Vincent was sick with…something. It might be in his blood so he decided to spit out what had fallen into his mouth and grab his bed sheet directly behind him to hold to the mage's neck. His wolf growled angrily.
'You should have marked him while inside him.'
All things in due time, he assured the wolf. Vincent was his now and even if he ran, Vilkas would be compelled to give chase. He would hunt Vincent down and drag him back by force if he needed to. As long as the wolf was joined with him, he would now always long for the mage. He'd come a long way from hating him…
He looked up to see how Vincent was holding up. He seemed fine but now there seemed to be a slight worry hidden behind the lust in his eyes. Vilkas rubbed Vincent's hair as soothingly as he could and moved the bed sheet to check on the wound. To his surprise it was almost already closed but he knew it would leave a scar. Vilkas chalked up his miraculous healing to the magic he possessed although he had not felt that odd tingle of magic being cast.
"Vincent, I-"
AH-CHOO!
Both men froze. That sneeze had not come from either of them.
"Oh you idiot. Shut up. They'll hear."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I couldn't hold it in anymore."
"Both of you be quiet. I don't hear them moving anymore."
Both men stared at the door, obviously hearing the three female voices who were attempting to talk quietly. Soon three sets of eyes peeked around the corner to spy and widened when they found themselves caught.
There was an awkward moment of silence as Vilkas instantly identified who the eyes belonged to. Aela, Ria and Njada. He could feel the anger in him rise and a growl threaten to erupt from his throat. However, Vincent didn't react in anger as Vilkas was about to. With a quick shove, he had Vilkas off him and he quickly scrambled to get his gloves on and find his coat.
Vilkas watched him scurry about, feeling slightly dazed and lamenting on the loss of opportunity. Vincent stopped in front of him, shrugging into his coat and smiling a sweet yet embarrassed smile at him.
"I'm…going to go Vilkas. We'll talk later."
Vilkas just nodded in response, his sharp eyes staying on his almost-lover's form as he retreated. Aela stopped him before he could leave, her attempts to not grin failing her.
"Vincent, when you get the chance, Skjor wanted to see you. It's urgent, he said."
"O-okay. Thank you."
When Vincent was gone, Vilkas slowly got to his feet and glared angrily at the door. Ria 'eep'ed' and ran off quickly. Njada just snickered and followed Ria's retreat. She was strong but not ever she wanted to take on a pissed off Vilkas. Aela held her ground however. She smiled as he stalked closer and leaned against his doorframe.
"We all go outside for an hour or so and we come back to find you molesting him."
"Shut up." He growled. "I was hurt from arrows and you were all missing! He had to nearly break his neck trying to get me down the stairs!"
"So you bite and nearly rip his hair out as payment for helping you?"
Dear god…how much did she see? He'd been so wrapped up in Vincent's scent, mouth and those damn talented hips that he hadn't even heard anyone approach.
Vilkas slammed his hands against the doorframe loudly but Aela didn't even flinch. "What you saw was none of your business! You had no right to spy on us!"
"Calm down Vilkas. It sounded like you were hurting him so I investigated. It was not as I thought but I'm pleased it wasn't. In fact I'm happy to see you…getting along with him so well."
Aela had always been as a big sister and as mad as he was at the moment he couldn't raise a hand to her. Not yet. He just groaned in frustration and embarrassment and retreated back to his bed where he promptly hid his face in his hands.
"Why were Ria and Njada here too?"
"We could all hear it. When they saw me gawking in amazement, them came to investigate as well."
"When you found out…why didn't you go away?"
Aela shifted slightly against the wall and cleared her throat. "Well…I was…" she shook her head. "That doesn't matter. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? How many of you 'heard'?"
"Only me and the girls. The boys are all still upstairs…but I'm sure Njada and Ria will tell them. They are no good at keeping secrets."
Vilkas groaned. "Great."
"Not that you could keep it secret for too long anyway Vilkas. Even a blind man could see all the marks on Vincent's neck." He saw her eyes roam to the bed sheet where a small sample of Vincent's blood was still evident. A slow look of horror made it's way to her face. "Oh Vilkas…you didn't…"
"Didn't what?"
"You marked him?" She asked walking over and grabbing the edge of the bed sheet. "How could you do such a thing?"
"So what…?" he grumbled sullenly. "It's none of your damn business anyway."
"Vilkas." She had the angry big sister voice now. "You realize what you've done, haven't you? Your wolf will never let Vincent go! Have you ever stopped to think that he may want to go back to High Rock someday? That he may want to leave us? I don't think he knows what you've done!"
"Why do you even care!" he bolted upright to stare her down. "You shouldn't even KNOW any of this!"
"I CARE about Vincent." She growled at him. "He may be entering our fold very soon and I don't want there to be complications."
"First off Aela, there are no complications. He belongs to me and that's that!" before Aela could open her mouth to retort, he continued. "Secondly, he will not be joining the circle!"
"I told you that you have no say in that Vilkas."
He snarled and with an inhuman speed was suddenly inches from her face, teeth bared. "And I told you he belongs to me!"
"Vilkas…This isn't you talking. You know he's not an object to be owned. Get your wolf under control."
He knew she was right. Vincent wasn't an object and he was free to make his own decisions in life. He turned his back on her and ran a shaky hand through his own hair, while taking deep controlled breaths. He needed to push the wolf away. He'd been so close during his time with Vincent and the marking to the point where Vilkas hadn't kept him in check. Restraining an almost loose creature, desperate to roam free was no easy task.
"You're right Aela…I…" He took in another deep breath. "I'm just frustrated."
She gently laid her hand on his back and rubbed in a soothing way. "Maybe you should go for a roam in the countryside. Let the beast loose and work out some aggression."
"No." He shook her hand off gently and sat back down on his bed. "I'm fine now."
"You're not fine, Vilkas. Look at you." He knew she was just trying to help but she was really starting to get on his nerves. "Go out for a bit. Everything will be fine."
"I don't want to."
"Vilkas." She paused. "I hear those merchants down by the city gates are cats. May be fun to chase as the wolf."
"Why are you trying to get me to leave?" He huffed, missing the sudden guilty look on her face. "I don't want to let my wolf loose! You know I don't so drop it!"
The look was gone before he could catch it and she cleared her throat. "Fine, but listen to reason, Vilkas. Your wolf has chosen to mate with a man who could walk away at any time. If he joined the circle and became one of us he would be bound to you as you are to him. Let this happen."
Vilkas looked up at her, his blue eyes were tired from the arguing and he felt like he wanted to just go to sleep and forget today even happened. He'd lived with this pain and physical torment and he just couldn't force that on someone he felt so deeply about.
"I'm sorry Aela…" he spoke sounding as tired as he looked. "I may have condemned myself by choosing Vincent but I won't let you condemn his soul by making him one of us. I won't change him for such a selfish reason as my own personal happiness."
She sighed. "So you won't change your mind?"
"No."
An uneasy silence followed. Aela clearly looked as if she wanted to keep pressing the issue but decided to back off. She turned and left without another word, leaving Vilkas to his solitude. He kicked off his shoes and lay back in his bed. He absently starred at the wall as his wolf raged inside his head. He shut his pale blue eyes and sighed.
Maybe he should invest in a door.
"So glad you could come see me Vincent." Skjor patted the smaller man on the back and led him outside away from the other men and the rowdy drinking atmosphere. Vincent saw Torvar and Athis drinking and cursing loudly. Tilma was sweeping up their mess as they made it with a heavy sigh.
"Where is Kodlak?" Vincent asked before they ventured fully outside.
"In the bath. Said he needed to relax tonight." He ushered Vincent outside and into the chill night. Both moons were full and high in the sky tonight. Skjor breathed in the crisp night air and smiled at the mage. "Have you ever seen a more beautiful night?"
Vincent sighed and shifted in place. He was still a bit embarrassed from the girls spying on him and Vilkas. His coat didn't even hide all the marks and he knew for a fact Skjor had seen them. "No. The nights in Skyrim are truly a wonderful sight to see."
"How are you feeling?"
Concerned. Afraid. Wary. "Fine."
"Tell me something Vincent…" He turned to directly face him with an unreadable expression. "What are your plans for the future?"
"…I've…never really thought about it."
"Come now…I'm sure you must have some idea."
Vincent sighed. Running. That was his answer. It was only a matter of time before his past caught up with him and he would have to flee again. His gloved hand ran idly down his neck to the small wound that Vilkas gave him. He'd read enough creature books in that old dank library when he should have been pouring his attention over spell tomes. He knew what Vilkas had done to him…and he honestly didn't know why he hadn't stopped him.
It was a mistake and it should have never happened. The whole situation should have never happened. She should have stopped after the first kiss. He should have pushed Vilkas away. His better judgment had told him not to get close to Vilkas but like a fool he had ignored it. He'd grown too close and now had to admit he felt something for him.
"Vincent?"
"O-oh. Sorry…I lost myself in thought. What were we talking about?"
"Your plans for the future."
Vincent shrugged. "Maybe someday I'll open an orphanage or something."
Skjor kept a neutral expression but couldn't hide the slight surprise from his voice. "That's a rather odd thing to want out of the blue."
"I had to live in an orphanage in High Rock with my sister. The place was packed full of kids who had nowhere else to go and there wasn't nearly enough money for us to eat or space for us to sleep." he shrugged. "Maybe it would be nice to give some kids a place to grow up and possibly get adopted."
Skjor smiled. "In High Rock?"
"…Maybe I'll start one here. There are orphans in Skyrim too…especially with the civil war."
"They have an orphanage. It's in Riften."
"I hear the place was run by a nasty old hag." Vincent huffed.
"Was?"
"Yeah. She recently died. Murdered. Some say it was the Dark Brotherhood."
"I see…Let me ask you something else then."
The small talk was starting to make him wary. "Okay."
"How do you feel about staying with the companions?"
"…It's honest work I guess."
He saw Skjor frown for a moment before returning to his natural expression. "What about Vilkas?" A small smile came to his face when he saw Vincent tense slightly.
"What about him?"
"You two…you're rather close. Right?"
"I…" he rubbed the purplish marks on his neck…there was no reason to hide it anyway. "…I guess so."
"How do you feel about him?"
Vincent struggled with the thought. He really liked Vilkas. Everything about him made him want to smile. Even that grumpy face he got when they were arguing about magic. He was unlike any man he'd ever met before and he knew he felt something for him.
"I…like him."
"You don't want to leave him, right?"
"No." That answer was clear. "I'd love to stay with him."
"Then stay." Skjor grinned. "I want you to join the circle, Vincent."
"I didn't know you were accepting more members to the circle."
"We keep it quiet. No need to get the rest them riled up for a contest that isn't happening. We watch. Then we choose. We have chosen you."
"Am I good enough to be in the circle?" He raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Magic is needed?"
"Absolutely. I've come to know you over these past months and I've grown fond of you boy. I'd hate to see you go and I know Vilkas would hate it too, as much as he'd never admit it."
"I don't know…"
"We are like a family Vincent. We protect one another and look out for each other. We'd love for you to join us."
Vincent swallowed thickly, taking this entire in. "Really? A family that protects one another?"
"Right."
He'd been looking for protection from his demons and maybe he could find a permanent place here. Would these people fight for him when the day came? Vincent knew it was only a matter of time before that day did come and the opportunity to be protected and fought for was almost too good to pass up. That, and there was Vilkas. He'd be closer to him…and maybe…they could make this thing between them work?
"I…I'm not like you guys though." He sighed. "I'm not a…you know…"
"We are alone Vincent, you can say it. Werewolf. You're not a werewolf."
"yeah…"
"Well don't worry about that. Do you have interest in joining out family Vincent? I need to know now."
"R-right now?"
"As soon as possible yes. Tonight would be the perfect night to initiate you in."
Vincent bit his still swollen lip from the treatment Vilkas had given it earlier. Something about this didn't sit right. Skjor seemed too urgent, too anxious…and something was wrong here. "Vilkas is okay with me joining?"
He saw Skjor pause for a moment. "I think he's more open to the idea now."
"So everyone wants me in the circle…" He smiled slightly hiding his insecurities behind it. "Then why not? Sure."
A genuine smile came to Skjor and possibly a look of relief and he pat Vincent gently on the back. "Excellent." he scanned the darkness and gave a curt nod in the direction of the under forge. Vincent turned his head to see Aela outside and stepping inside the dark tunnel. "Aela and I will over see your initiation."
"Vilkas won't be here?"
"…No."
"Why not? Isn't this something all the circle should see?"
"Vilkas needs to get some sleep."
"What about Farkas?"
"He's busy."
Vincent hadn't seen Farkas in the common room so he supposed that was true. "Well…Okay I guess. Kodlak knows right?"
"Absolutely."
Vincent nodded. He allowed himself to be led in the direction for the under forge by Skjor and stopped at the shadowy threshold. Skjor went in first and Vincent stared after him a moment. Something inside him screamed that this was a mistake but he pushed it aside. Safety… he told himself. For safety and for Vilkas. With that thought held in his heart, he stepped into the under forge and into the darkness. He was unaware however that steel blue eyes watched him from a near by window of Jorrvaskr.
"Vilkas!"
Vilkas grumbled and swatted at the big hand trying to shake him awake.
"Vilkas! Brother!"
Vilkas grunted. He was having a wonderful dream about a certain redhead and his big oaf of a brother was ruining it.
"Go away."
"Wake up Vilkas! It's about Vincent!"
That got Vilkas' attention. He sat up way too quickly and made himself slightly dizzy. "What? What is it?"
Farkas' eye browns were furrowed slightly in worry. "I just saw Skjor taking Vincent to the under forge."
"He what?"
"I knew there was talk about adding Vincent to the circle but you don't actually think that…"
Vilkas jumped out of bed quickly and jolted past Farkas. He stopped only briefly to get his shoes on and grab his sword. He started to stomp down the hallway, ignoring the startled look Farkas gave him.
"Vilkas! What are you doing!"
"Stay out of this brother."
"Stop! Put the sword away!"
"They went against my wishes! I have to stop this!" He sprinted through the halls of Jorrvaskr with his weapon drawn and upstairs to the first floor before Farkas could get a hold of him. Torvar and Athis looked startled as he charged up, half dressed and wielding a weapon. They wisely didn't say a word or attempt to stop the clearly furious man. He got to the door to the courtyard before Farkas managed to get up the stairs.
"Brother, stop!"
Vilkas wasn't listening though. He slammed open the door and burst out into the courtyard. he didn't even both to shut it behind him and ignored the sound of Tilma yelling after him about being raised in a barn. He could also hear Farkas yelling for someone to go get Kodlak. He didn't care. Aela and Skjor had betrayed him and he would make them pay for it.
Before he got to the under forge, he saw Aela walking out with her arm bandaged and a slightly grim look on her face. She glanced up and her eyes widened at the sight of Vilkas.
"What have you done!" Vilkas yelled as he approached, not setting his sword down. "Where is he!"
"Vilkas! Just calm down-"
"WHERE IS HE?" He raised the sword; ready to strike at her if he so pleased. "TELL ME!"
A strong hand gripped his wrist and tried to dislodge his weapon from his grasp. "Brother! STOP!"
"LET GO OF ME, FARKAS!"
To his dismay, his brother didn't let go and tightened the grip enough to make Vilkas' hand spasm and the sword to fall harmlessly into the dirt.
"Why are you behaving this way, brother? What's happened?"
Aela rubbed her bandaged arm. "He marked Vincent, Farkas."
The grip he had on Vilkas didn't not loosen by the surprise was evident on his face. "He did? Brother?"
Vilkas just growled in response and tried lashing out at Aela again. If not for the grip Farkas had him in, he'd already be at her throat.
"I don't see that as a bad thing, Aela…" Farkas spoke making sure he had Vilkas in a tight grip. "My brother has chosen someone to be with. Why is he so angry?"
"He didn't want Vincent to become a member to the circle."
"I didn't want him to be a monster like we are!" Vilkas finally spoke through clenched teeth. "You betrayed me and did it anyway! You've condemned him to this horrible existence!"
Farkas looked down at his brother and then up at Aela. "Is that true, Aela…? You knew Vilkas felt this way and you did it anyway?"
"Don't look at me like that Farkas. We gave Vincent the choice." She sighed and looked almost pleadingly at Vilkas. "Vilkas…listen to me. I know you're mad but you must be at ease."
"Why should I?"
"Because Vincent needs you in there. I was coming to get you." she sighed again and couldn't bear to look him in the eye. "Something…went wrong."
Vilkas eyes widened slightly. "What…"
"He's really sick." She admitted. "We did the ritual…He didn't change."
Author's note: Another cliffhanger. Enjoy.