Over the next 3 weeks the snow has been falling heavily making it difficult for me and Connor to hunt and get around to the cities. Connor and I have been spending more and more time together but I still can't get this thought out of my head, "What's going to happen after all of this?" instinct will take over and I know I'll run but will he stop me?

I sit in front of the window brushing my hair which proves difficult by the fact its curly and down to my waist, "I think I need to cut my hair." I say cringing from a painful stroke.

Connor who is sitting and fiddling around with his weapons sighs, "maybe you should put it in a braid but I won't let you cut it I indeed like it long."

I turn around and smile faintly then go to the mirror. I look at myself and cringe as I see a pale face with dark colored eyes, I see that I have lost my laugh lines which gives me no sign of happiness and a faint scar on my cheek, "I don't even look 21 anymore I look awful."

Connor walks up behind me and kisses my cheek, "You look beautiful." I smile and kiss him quickly.

After that I stretch and crack my neck while Connor walks over to the window, "Are we okay to go hunting or anything." I ask sitting on the bed.

Connor sighs and sits next to me on the bed, "No it's still too dangerous out I know you want to get out of this room I do too but I'm not going to risk us freezing to death and I have not heard anything from Haytham."

I groan and lay down suddenly realizing I should tell Connor what had happen with my encounter with wolves, "Connor I need to tell you about what happen when I was in the woods one day by myself." He was about to scold me but I stopped him, "I was walking to the tavern and a pack of wolves surrounded me but didn't attack." He looked at me intently, "The alpha lunged at me but as I looked it the eye it stopped and ran back in the forest with its pack."

Connor looked deep in thought, "You did tell me that your mother had called you and revealed the truth that you were given the power of a wolf maybe they saw you as one."

I feel my tears swell up, "What if it's something more?" I felt one escape my eye.

Connor held me and rocked me back and forth, "What do you mean?"

I shake, "Every time I feel threatened I feel a certain feeling of rage overcome me and sometimes I go completely black were I can't control my actions…what if that happens and I hurt you or someone innocent."

Connor lets me go, "I…I don't know Kateye but I know you'll never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it." I stay silent and look back into the mirror at my eyes wishing I could believe Connor.

"Mother" I call putting my doll away and running down the stairs. I hear the livestock outside and the barking of dogs, "Mother?" I hear no response and I run outside. I see the blue sky glow on the golden wheat and I hear the humming of my mother. I run in my yellow dress on my stubby legs when I see the sky darken as I get closer to her. I hear a sudden snarl and liquid splatter behind me followed by squeaks and painful noises. I turn around to see something horrible; wolves tear the throats out of the livestock, fire on the wheat and a pile of dead bodies. I hear the humming of my mother get louder and the sky turns red as I follow the sound, "Mother!" I run and the humming stops when I hear a gunshot. A man covered in blood smiling wickedly with his pistol pointed at my mothers' body.

He turns to me and hands spring out from the earth grabbing my ankles, "Filthy animal." The man says and points his pistol to me with his finger on the trigger and-"

"NOOOO PLEASE NOO DON'T!" I sit up feeling the rage start to rise up in me as I claw and punch.

Connor tries to comfort me but I panic more and jump off the bed falling to the floor and wide eyed until I knew where I was, "C-Connor?" I look up at him crying but what I see makes it more painful, "Oh god." He is sitting up holding a rag to his cheek that's oozing with blood.

He comes over to me, "Shhh, I'm fine come here." He picks me up and gently puts me back on the bed while I look at my hands in shame knowing whose blood it was. Connor gets me a glass of water and kisses my forehead insisting I drink some.

I cry my breathing interrupted by sobs and hiccups, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" Connor takes my hands and wipes his blood off of them.

He strokes my hair and lays me down, "Just go to sleep." I don't protest and shake as my pillow becomes soaked with tears. Connor goes on the other side and pulls me towards him humming one of his native tunes and I slowly go to sleep.