Hey guys! So, this chapter was a fill I did in Kinkmeme. One of the annons said it needed more emotions, so I tried to "fix" it... I hope it looks better now =D

By the way, have you guys noticed I re-wrote chapter 1? if not, how about going back there and reading it? I think it looks better now and I hope you guys like it!

Chapter 6

The snow storm was falling hard, as if it's intention was to bury the world in its white flakes as fast as possible.

Farkas was struggling to walk in the knee deep snow, and he couldn't see much in front of him. He had his sword out, and panic was starting to take root in his chest. Both him and Nihren had gotten in a trap by the silver hand right before the storm started and they had ended getting separated during the fight.

The only signs that he was moving the right way was the lifeless, but still warm, bodies of the sliver hands. By their wounds he could see Nihren had been cornered or up handed, and so she had changed into her beast. The trail of blood was faint under all that snow, but it was enough to help him find the right way. No noise could be heard pass the wall of snow and wind . Moving faster as his buried legs could, Farkas went forward, hoping he wasn't too late.

Soon, he saw her. She had her back turned to him, facing three men, while one others was coming from behind. He could see she was wounded, her blood was soaking the fur of her stomach and the snow at her feet.

Then, the man behind her, jumped forward, putting his arms around her neck, trying to pull her down while two others attacked. She tried to sake him off, but having to dodge the attack of the others two she didn't make it. Then the man at her back pulled out a dagger, stabbing her at the side, making her howl in pain. With his attack, Nihren managed to grab the back of his armor and throw him over a second man. She moved over the third, who jumped back, escaping her attack, and slashed her arm with his silver sword. She hissed at the pain and the burning of the silver, stepping back, but the man went forward to attack her.

Farkas went toward the two fallen man, and quickly took care of them. Then, he turned and went for the last man, who was raising his sword to take out Nihren's head, who had fallen to one knee and was clearly returning to her human form. Farkas raised him own sword and slashed the man's head of in one swing of his great sword.

Nihren fell forward in the snow and Farkas quickly went to her side, turning her in order to inspect her wounds.

Aside a few sallow cuts here and there, Nihren had the stab wound on her side and a ugly cut in her forearm. Picking up her healthy arm, he pressed it against the stab wound and asked, raising his voice above the storm's sound. " Do you think you can stop the blood here?"

Nihren answer was a weak nod before her hand started to glow a warm golden light. It didn't even last more than five seconds before she growled and let her hand slip from its positions. Most of the blood's flow had stopped, but not all. Then, Farkas removed his chest plate in order to take off his shirt, and put it on her so she wouldn't freeze.

He took her in his arms, being as careful as possible and stood up. He didn't know where to go, but he knew he couldn't stay with her in the open field and in the middle of a storm. Nihren was still losing a lot of blood and he had to decide where to go before it was too late.

Looking around he decided to move west, toward the silhouette of some rocky mountain to try to find some shelter. The silver hands had been waiting for them in the road, so it was possible that there were a camp nearby with more of them, and so, he had to find some place to hide.

As he reached the small mountain, he started to looks for any opening that could fit both of them.

He was starting to lose hope when he found it. A small opening, not big enough to let him in in his full height. He looked inside and saw that it's interior was big enough for two people. After some planning, he managed to enter it with Nihren in his arms.

He laid her down carefully and checked if the place was safe. The narrow entry didn't let much of the wind in, and the cave was quiet shallow, not having enough space to nothing to hide.

Looking in his pockets, he found a health potion, which he applied to the cut in the forearm and the stab wound, making Nihren let out a painful hiss. But even so, the blood didn't stop flowing from the last one.

Ripping a piece from the shirt, he made a excuse of a bandage around her waist, over the wound, to try to keep the blood flow to a minimum. He then moved to her head, checking her temperature and seeing if she was still awake.

He caresses her cheek, which was cold, and she weakly opened her eyes.

" Try to stay alert, I will be right back" he whispered to her and she nodded, swallowing. Moving outside, Farkas marked the entry of the cave and went toward some threes to try to find some dry wood for a fire. The storm was still going, but he knew he had to make to do something, otherwise Nihren would die. He also grabbed some snow and erased their tracks.

Going back to where the bodies of the silver hands laid, he started to loot as quickly as he could, finding one small healing potion, some to cure diseases and some food. After thinking twice, he decided to take off one of the bodies' clothes.

He quickly went back to Nihren, putting his loot on the ground beside her before moving to check on her, and saw that the bandage was already filled with blood. He cursed, and went to start up a fire.

When the fire was big enough, he put the snow to melt in a tankard he carried and went to inspect the stab wound more closely. Apparently, the dagger the silver hand had used was made of silver, which was deadly to werewolves, and it was killing her by not allowing the blood to coagulate.

He picked up the tankard and let it cool down before trying to wash the wound. If he didn't manage to remove the remaining silver on the wound, he knew Nihren was good as dead. He had already seen it in many werewolves that had been captured by the silver hands. They usually made deep wounds with silver weapons, and sometimes, they would even put some silver dust in the wounds, poisoning the werewolves' blood. The death was slow and painfully, preceded by a high fever.

After he was done cleaning it, he put some of the healing potion, and wrapped it up again. Sitting back he looked at her face. Usually Nihren had a lightly tanned skin and her cheeks were always pink from the sun, the cold winds or from something someone said. Now, she was pale and a light sheet of sweat had appeared at her forehead. Her lips were starting to turn blue and he could see some weak shivers start on her body. Fear gripped his heart. He couldn't lose her. Not now, not when they had just started they married life together. If he lost her- No, don't think about it!

Pushing those feelings aside, he stood up and grabbed the clothes he had took from the silver hand, putting them on her. They were smelly, and probably dirt, so he decided to only use the pants, which seems to be the cleaner one Then, he picked the shirt and tore it in strips. Soaking one of the strips in the now cold water, he pressed it to her forehead, letting his hand caress her cheek again.

He was tired, his legs where pained from having to walk in the heavy snow. After making sure Nihren was close enough to the fire, he went for the food. There were one sweet roll, some honey-treats and a pair of rabbits legs. He ate the honey-treats in two bites, then, he split the sweet roll and went to Nihren.

As he sat down besides her, and she opened her eyes weakly. He smiled softly, and said "Hey honey, I brought you some food. Try to eat some, please." Then he pulled her up a little, and started to feed her some of the food. He could see she was weak, almost not being able to raise her head, and that was too weak for his tastes. The blood loss, the pain and the silver poisoning was proving to be too much for her, but he knew she was strong, and he silently prayed to Akatosh to give her strength. After making sure she ate some of it, he left her to rest.

Sitting by the fire, Farkas tried to think. He had to make sure the fever didn't kill her, that they had food and that the place was safe. He knew that, once the storm was over, it would be easy to see the cave's entrance, and depending from the distance, the light of the fire would be easily seen.

He looked back at her, she was sleeping but he could see she was very uncomfortable. Cursing, he looked back at the fire. There was nothing he could do to help her for now, but he knew what he could do mean while. But the thought of leaving her alone scared him.

Sighing, he stood up and removed his armor. Then, he went for behind her, lying down and taking her in his arms carefully. For now he would rest and make sure she stayed warm.

Farkas woke up some time later, the storm was still raging outside, and the sun had already set.

Nihren was laying at her side, facing his chest, and he could feel her skin was only getting warmer. The wound at her arm was starting to heal already, but the stab one was still bleeding, less than before, but still bleeding.

Farkas stood up, careful to not awake her. He put the rabbits' legs to roast, and put more snow to melt.

After he was sure Nihren had eaten and drunk something, and that her wounds were clean, he stood up. He had a plan for now.

He went outside, feeling the cold in his naked skin. The wolf inside him was howling in pleasure of the prospect of a hunt. Letting a smile play in his lips he let his wolf free.

After all, no one hurt his mate.

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Nihren weakly opened her eyes when he came back. He waited for her to make some comment about his naked form, but she didn't acknowledged him.

Putting his newest loot on the floor, he sat down beside her, his hand going to her brow to feel her temperature. She was shivering and her skin was burning. The fever was only getting worst and Farkas didn't knew what else to do.

Earlier, during his hunt for the remaining silver hands, he had stumbled across their camp, and so, after he had killed each and every one of them, he had taken a bed roll for her. He stretched it on the floor, closer to the fire, and put her carefully on top, covering her with some of the fur. Then, he gave her some of the Cure disease potion and went to wet another cloth to put on her forehead.

Farkas knew that the only thing to do in cases like this was to wait the fever pass, to wait for the silver to leave the person's body, and with that, the beast blood would take over and heal the wound in no time.

He moved to lie down beside her again, taking her in his arms, curling around her smaller frame, and praying for the divines not to take her away from him. If she died, Farkas was sure he wouldn't be able to hold his beast inside, letting it out to kill all those who were responsible, but what he didn't knew was if he would be able to become human again. And to tell the truth, he didn't knew if he would want that...

Sometime passed, and he continued holding her. The shivering was only getting worst, and her skin was burning against his. Her breath was coming out as puffs and she seemed to be having difficulties to breathe. He tried to make her drink water, or eat, but she was too weak, and the amount of food he managed to force her to swallow, was not enough.

Divines, please let her live! He kept repeating in his head.

At the beginning of their relationship one would say they weren't romantically involved. They were more like friends than lovers. At the beginning, the thought of losing her would make him sad, angry perhaps, nothing more, but now, the mere thought of losing her made him want curse the world, to go out and kill all those responsible, not leaving even their families alive. He did not care if they were innocents, as long they had the blood of the ones who had taken her away from him, they were as good as dead.

Without even noticing, Nihren had become essential for his life, and for the first time in his life, Farkas understood all those songs the bard back at The Bannered Mare sang about love.

The following hours passed quickly between Farkas taking care of her and thinking what to do. He gave her more of the cure disease potion, and spread the rest of the healing potion on her wounds, all the while whispering incentives to her, and telling her how much he loved her.

The sun was beginning to rise when Nihren opened her eyes.
She felt as if she had taken a beating, something that had been happening quite a lot lately...

Her tongue felt heavy and her mouth felt it was filled with sand. Her stomach grumbled in protest, demanding her to acknowledge it. She could feel something warm around her, and for a moment she almost gave back in to the fatigue she felt. The only thing stopping her to go back to sleep was the hole being opened in her stomach.

She opened her dust filled eyes again, noticing her husband's chest in front of her face. She looked up to his face, noticing his troubled expression even while sleeping. She could remember some of the things that had happened, and she suspected that she must have given him quiet the scare.

She raised her arm and caressed him face. He immediately opened his eyes and looked down at her.

"Hey" she whispered weakly.

" How are you feeling?"

" Better"

He could see she was still weak, but she was alive, and that was enough to make him happy. He pulled her tighter against his chest, being careful with her wounds, and buried his face in her necks, feeling her pulse against his touch. A warm emotion overflowing his chest, and a desperately desire building up from his gut.

" Thank the divines you are alive, my love!"

Nihren smiled softly, caressing his hair and pulling him close. Her husband always worried too much.

Farkas moved, kissing her mouth softly, then he moved to her neck, pinning her under him, being careful to not put his full weight on her. His hands were grasping her body, trying to pull her even closer, so no one would hurt her again.

He bit softly in the base of her neck and she let out a low groan. Moving carefully, he settled in the middle of her legs, and she tightened her knees around him. He grabbed her shirt, and pulled it off her so he could kiss his way down to her breasts.

Reaching her nipples, he started to suck on them, but that made Nihren writhe under him, resulting in a pained sound leaving her mouth. He stopped, and looked at her, finally noticing that now wasn't the best of the times. He was beginning to move away from her, a softly "Sorry" forming in his lips, when one of her hands went to the hair at the back of his neck, pulling him back to her mouth. She kissed him roughly and whispered against his lips " Oh don't you dare not finishing this!"

He knew that, if she wasn't well, she wouldn't let him continuing. So, he kissed her again, moving to his previous position and letting his desire take over.

Usually, Farkas would spend much longer warming her up, but he knew he couldn't tire her too much, and he knew he wouldn't last too long. The sight of his mate awake, alive, and feeling better was enough to make him hard.

She tugged at his pants and he stood up to take those off, then he helped her with hers. Dipping one of his hands down to her body, he stroked her a few times, making sure she was ready for him. Then, he positioned himself to her opening, and looked at her face.

She had a wanton look to her. He cheeks were lightly pink, her bruised lips were parted, with her panting softly. And her eyes were awake and full of desire for him.

Without waiting much longer, he pushed inside of her, stopping once he was fully sheathed in her to see her face if pure pleasure. Some women would say he was too big, but for her, he was just perfect, just like she was just the right size for him.

Farkas started to move back and forward, slowly and carefully. He dipped his head to her shoulder, one of his hands grasping her thigh while the other kept his weight mostly off her.

Soon she was panting hard, his name was leaving her mouth in soft whispers, while Farkas started to grunt in effort to control himself not to slam inside her. All he wanted was to take her, to make all her body his, to make sure she was there, close to him. To make sure she would never forget how important she was to him. But he knew he couldn't do that, because it would be too much for her still healing body.

Then, Nihren's moan started to get more high pinched, her nails started to dig in his shoulders, and before he knew, his name was leaving her mouth in a gasp, while her body contracted itself around him

He pumped himself inside her a few more times, the feelings of her body milking him being enough to push him over the edge, and he spilled inside of her, feeling his warm seed leaving him. He pushed himself to the side, falling besides her, and pulling her close.

Once again, he buried his face on her neck, taking in her smell, hearing her breath return to normal. All the fear he had felt for her life was still present, it would never truly leave, but for now, he was happy and she was alive.

They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the afterglow, before they were awakened by the sound of Nihren's stomach protesting the lack of attention.

Chuckling, Farkas stood up, and put on his pants while going to reignite the fire. He looked back at her. She was still kind of pale, and had dark rings under her eyes, but he could see she was better and would be okay. Noticing his eyes on her, she gave him a warm smile and raised a hand to his, pulling him close and interlacing their fingers.

"I'm fine, love..."

"I know"

He was sure she would be fine, after all, he had made a promise to the divines that if she survived, he would never let anyone else hurt her. Even if that was the last thing he did in his life.

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