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Rain battered down from the dark swirling clowds in the night sky, water seeped through the wool blanket Caillech had wrapped over her head, she was chilled to the bone. The walk to Whiterun seemed to last days. The four wolves walked in silence, Vilkas keeping a stong arm around Caillech's waist giving her support. Farkas had planted himself between Caillech and Morvan, keeping the alpha male at, what he thought, was a safe distance. Morvan was trailing behind them, in almost a smug silence, his nonchelaunt demeanor was unsettling. His right hand was resting on the hilt of his dagger, belted to his hip. Caillech glanced at him over her shoulder, his green eyes flicked to meet her's breifly. He gave her that infuriating crooked smile again and she glared at him before looking down at her bare feet again.

She couldn't even feel her toes anymore, her pale skin was flushed red from the cold. Divines bless her cousins for the blanket, but couldn't they have brought her some damn shoes? She grinned to herself and kicked water at Farkas, his brow was knitted together forming a crease, and his lips pressed into a hard line. He barely flinched when the water hit him in the face. Caillech glared at Farkas,

Great, I'm in trouble. She thought bitterly to herself. Vilkas' strong grip suddenly didn't feel so safe anymore. It felt like he was trying to make sure she didn't run off and kill someone else. Caillech chewed on the inside of her lip in annoyance, and yanked herself from her cousins grip. She didn't even look at him, she tightened the blanket around her body and gazed straight ahead. She inwardly thanked the Divines the light's of the stables were coming into view, she was looking forwards to getting some dry clothes on and warming her toes by a fire.

"Aela is meeting us at the stables." Farkas said from behind her. As he said it, she could just make out the form of two women walking towards them through the darkness. Caillech's heart constricted, and she bit the inside of her lip to the point of bleeding.

"i don't need to be escorted..." she snarled under her breath.

"Well according to the Jarl, you do." Vilkas muttered, his voice was almost worried, and she looked over her shoulder at him. He was watching her cautiously, as if preparing himself if she flew off the handle again. The very thought that her own flesh and blood thought she was such a rabbid killer was insulting. She stopped in her tracks.

"The Jarl huh?"

"He was reluctant to even let you back into the city, Lex." Vilkas stopped too, keeping distance between them. "He would have placed a bounty on you had it not been for Kodlak. The terms of your return are acceptable, I promise."

Caillech's stomach twisted, and she ran her tounge over the torn skin on the inside of her mouth, tasting the metallic iron filled flavor of her blood. "Terms? Are you fucking kidding me?" she snarled at Vilkas, just as Aela and Serana cam within ear shot.

"No he's not. You caused quite the panic in Whiterun." Aela was a tall Nord, with blood red hair, and ice blue eyes. Dark blue war paint streaked her face in three bold lines, like claw marks. She was a beautiful creature to behold, and her prowess was even more alluring, and she was also a werewolf. She circled behind Caillech and turned to Morvan, who had been silent up until now. "Who are you?" she ordered.

"Morvan."

Serana came up to Caillech and dropped a pair of boots at her feet, she looked as if she had the longest night of her life. There were dark circles under her glowing ember eyes, and her brows were pulled down on her face in almost a scowl. Caillech mumbled an apology to her companion and squeezed the vampires fingers, which Serana returned.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" she whispered, her hands begining to tremble. Serana shook her head and gave her a wry smile. That wasn't very reassuring, but at least she was comunicating with her, even if it wasn't words.

"Ah, the new Thane of Whiterun." she said, her tone almost mocking. "I see you have no trouble tracking beasts, and no doubt can handle yourself in a fight," she said looking him up and down leisurly. "You should consider joining the Companions."

"I just might. Who would I speak to?" he asked, his voice lowering to a purr. The sound almost made Caillech vomit, she prayed Aela would be able to see straight through the phony alpha, but it was in vain. Aela's voice lowered to match his,

"Kodlak Whiteman in Jorrvasker, I'll be sure to put in a good word for you,"

Caillech felt queasy and she almost wanted to laugh at the two wolves, she thought Aela was a stronger woman than that. But apparently Morvan could get any woman to submit to him. Serana pressed herself into Caillech's side as she slipped her numb feet into the warm dry boots, Aela came back into her line of vision.

"As for you," she glared at Caillech. Oh how she wished she could wipe that look from her face. "You are only allowed back into Whiterun on the condition you stay within the walls of Jorrvasker."

"What?" Caillech shouted at her, her wolf side growling and gnashing her teeth, hackles bristling and ears pricked forward. Aela flinched.

"Kodlak convinced the Jarl you are only in Whiterun to be with your family in this difficult time for you, and seeking help for your condition."

Caillech growled deep within her chest and her muscles tensed, ready to leap passed Aela and run to the Jarl himself, ready to tear out his throat. Hircine chuckled in her ear. Caillech deflated, clenching her hands into fists and keeping her cold gaze fixed on Aela. That was a very brash reaction, and her wolf was salavating at the thought of ripping Jarl Balgruuf's throat out. A shiver rippled down her spine, and she closed her eyes, squeezing Serana's hand even tighter. When she opened her eyes Morvan had moved in behind Aela, his eyes glowing from beneath his hood, watching her intently.

He was definitely more in tune with his wolf side than the other three they stood with. He had sensed her wolf boiling beneath the surface of her conciousness, and readied himself to over power her if he needed to. Caillech sighed and looked at Serana, who was looking at the ground.

"Fine, but I won't be a prisoner forever." she snarled, and pushed passed Aela, ramming her shoulder into her's as she passed, gazing cooly into her blue eyes. A twinge of confusion and fear swam in their depths, unnoticable by anyone else, but the hunter inside Caillech could spot that fear miles away. A satisfied snear spread across her face, as she looked up at Morvan, who was still watching her intently. It would have annoyed her, but she knew he was seeing her in a different light. Not some little female who needed to be protected, but an advisary worthy of his respect. Keeping Serana tucked close to her side, she kissed the vampire's cool knuckles, apologizing for what she had done. Serana grinned at her, and Caillech knew she was forgiven. It would have killed her to have her best friend hate her.

The Hall of Jorrvasker was warm and inviting, the air filled with the scent of cooking meat and ale. Tilma, lovely gray haired woman who had been at Jorrvasker sice before Caillech had even been born, had obiviously out done herself. Tilma didn't usually cook, but if the Companion's were on their best behavior, she would make her venision stew. Obiviously no one told her about Caillech's little accident at the Bannered Mare. Caillech and Serana had eaten their fill of the delicious meat and tender potatos, they sat together at the end of the long table that stretched almost the entire hall.

Caillech nibbled on her bread, unable to stop herself, even though her stomach hurt from eating so much. She looked up to the enterance of the Hall. Morvan was standing at the top of the stairs, speaking with Aela quietly. She was a step below him and craned her neck to look up at him.

"Who's that?" A gruff voice sounded from behind Caillech and she looked up to see Skjor standing there, his eyes fixed on Aela and Morvan. They were cold and calculating. Caillech grinned, there had been rumors floating amoungst the Companions that Skjor and Aela might be sleeping together. The look Skjor was giving Morvan, just confirmed it. For Caillech at least.

"His name is Morvan, he's the Dragonborn." she said to Skjor and grinned at him. "Careful, he's a big bad wolf too." Serana giggled into her tankerd beside her. Skjor glanced down at Caillech,

"We'll see about that," He strode across the Hall floor and walked up the stairs to stand in front of Morvan. Skjor immediatly took a step down when Morvan met him with an ice like gaze.

"I warned him." Caillech said shaking her head and sipping her wine leisurely. Serana laughed beside her. Morvan had obviously hit Skjor with a taste of his alpha prowess, but he didn't push to continue his conversation with Aela. He turned his back on her and walked down the stairs into the hall. His green eyes met Caillech's breifly. She lifted her cup to him in acknowladgement, he dipped his head to her before dissapearing down the stairs to the living quarters below. Obviously to find Kodlak.

"He's very hadsome." Serana mumbled beside Caillech, leaning forward on her elbows, trying to keep the large werewolf in view for as long as possible. Caillech snorted.

"He's cocky is what he is," she growled, "He needs someone to take him down a couple of notches."

"I'd be more that happy," Skjor growled as he passed the two women, snatching a bottle of mead from the table.

"Yeah, you sure showed him the first time." Caillech sneared at him. Skjor glared at her and pulled the cork from the bottle violently, spilling mead all over his hands. Caillech glanced at Aela, who was standing at the stairs, her arms folded across her chest and cold fury blazing in her eyes. "Couples quarl?" she asked looking up at him, pushing her lower lip forward and frowning mockingly.

"Fuck you," he spat, and vanished into the living quarters after Morvan. Serana giggled and took another sip of wine,

"You really know how to make friends." she said glancing at Caillech from the corner of her eye. Caillech smiled and looked at Aela again, the woman was watching her intently. Caillech returned the cold gaze and her wolf gave off a blast of alpha magic. Aela flinched, and rage sparked in her blue eyes, turning on her heel, she stormed from the mead hall, slamming the door behind her.

"Yeah. I do." Caillech said smuggly, feeling Hircine's lips curl into his crooked smile against the soft flesh of her neck.

Good girl. He purred in her ear, and kissed the hollow of her neck beneath her jaw.