Sorry this chapter took so long to get out. I got side tracked with listening to Geoffrey Castle and writing an original post apocalyptic story.

I also changed my mind. Since the look so similar in my mind, Morvan looks like Ian Somerhalder, and I found a computer manipulated image of what I am assuming is a Christian Grey fan picture, but it looks identical to how I wanted Hircine to look. I'm trying to figure out how to show you guys on here. It's not working.

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"Remember what I told you Caillech... I was due a brother..."

Hircine's words echoed in her head as Caillech made her way towards the door of the mead hall. Anxiety bloomed in her belly, her heart beginning to pound. Who was it that had died? She knew it had to have been one of the men from Jorrvasker. The blood drained from her face, and her hands began to shake. It couldn't be Farkas or Vilkas, she had seen them less than two hours ago, could it? Quickening her pace she pulled the green door open, and slammed into a hard body.

The force of the collision sent her stumbling, her legs betraying her. A large hand wrapped around her bicep keeping her from falling to the floor.

"I see you're awake." There was relief in Morvan's voice, and she looked up at him. There was a warm but almost strained smile at the corner's of his curved lips. She didn't know if that was because of the death, or something else. Her dream flashed in her mind's eye briefly, but she pushed it back, there were more important things at hand. Morvan looked exhausted, there were dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in days. His tan skin was smudged with dirt and blood. His familiar scent was masked by the putrid smell of death.

"What happened?" Caillech pulled her arm from his grasp, and looked him over. His armor was splattered with blood, and the leather on his chest had a new scratch. Caillech absentmindedly ran her fingers over it. Morvan's whole body tensed underneath her touch and she could hear his jaw clentch.

"Skjor's dead." Morvan said through clentched teeth. Caillech pulled her hand away from him and looked into his green eyes. They were cold and almost unseeing. A stab of pain burned through her chest. Weither it was from Morvan's cold rejection, or the news of Skjor's demise, she couldn't tell. She never particularly liked the man, but he was a brother. Squaring her shoulders she chewed on the inside of her lip.

"You look like hell." she stated, her voice low and cool, hoping to provoke Morvan. She couldn't get the dream she had had while she was unconscious from her mind. Was it just that? A dream? She had no memory of knowing Morvan as a child, but then her childhood was rather spotty from her father's abuse. They had lived in the mountain border between High Rock and Skyrim, on the High Rock side. Caillech remembered the towns folk always warning her to keep away from the woods at night, telling her stories of vampires and hagravens, horrible conjoining of woman and raven. The stories of werewolf pack's stuck out in her mind.

"I could say the same to you." Caillech sighed inwardly, she wasn't going to get anything from him today. He was of a mood. She stepped back and gestured at him to move down the hallway.

"Don't let me fucking keep you then."

Morvan's eyes softened slightly and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. He closed it again when a female voice rang out from the top of the stairs behind him.

"Morvan! I heard you were back, are you alright?" Ria trotted down the stairs and looped her arm around Morvan's, her finger's digging into his elbow. Her dark eyes gazed up into his green ones, which were still fixed on Caillech. An unwanted wave of jealousy washed over her. Her brow furrowed, watching the Imperial woman press herself against Morvan. It was amusing really. Ria was trying to stake her claim over the werewolf male. She was picking a fight with the wrong bitch. Ria's tanned skin was slick and she smelled of steel and sweat. She was obiously just out training in the courtyard.

"I'm fine Ria," Morvan said glancing down at her and grabbing her wrists, holding her wandering hands still. "I was just about to bathe." Caillech scoffed and folded her arms protectively over her chest. Keeping her eyes fixed on the Imperial, her heart began to pound. She could taste Ria's blood now, her fingers itched to rip through her fieble armor and sink into her vulnerable flesh. Caillech ran her tongue over her elongating canine teeth. She flicked her eyes to Morvan, who was looking back at her with a warning look in his eyes. Caillech flashed a predatory smile at him, and turned from the wanton woman walking back down the hall towards her bedroom. She didn't want to be around Morvan anymore, not with a pathetic human woman trying to fuck him right there on the stairs.

"Lex!" Morvan called after her, his voice echoing off of the stone walls. The sound of her childhood name rolling off of his tongue made her steps faulter.

"Don't let me keep you from fucking, Morvan, please. I can smell Ria's cunt from here." her voice was dripping with venom. Caillech wanted to sink her teeth into flesh, feel the warm gush of sweet blood fill her mouth. She had almost attacked Ria before, Caillech knew the Imperial wouldn't stand a chance against her ebony claws.

"Lexy, stop."

Grinding her teeth together she whipped around to face him, her long braid whipping over her shoulder. Morvan's eyes were almost apologetic as he closed the distance between them.

"Don't call me that Morvan. You don't get to call me that." she hissed at him. Morvan came to stand in front of her, Caillech kept her chin towards the ground, refusing to lift her eyes to his.

"Caillech..." his tone was pleading.

"No, fuck you Morvan." Caillech didn't know where her rage was stemming from, but her wolf side was pacing the hallway, her ears flat and her teeth bared. "Where the fuck have you been? Am I not important enough for you to stay close and check up on? You're not getting sex from me so I'm low on your list, right?" she growled at him.

"I thought my father had it covered. Besides, aside from the night we spent together, it's not like we've known each other all that long." he snarled back, his hands balling into fists.

"Don't you dare fucking lie to me Morvan," Caillech's voice lowering to a whisper. She flicked her eyes to meet his cold gaze. "We spent almost every day together..." Caillech's voice cracked. Morvan's eyes widened slightly, his jaw tightening.

"You remember?" his voice was low.

"I had a dream while I was out... while you were off adventureing." she spat at him. "I wasn't sure if it was real or not... But you just confirmed it..."

Morvan took a step towards her, Caillech mirrored his action and retreated back. A flicker of pain passed through his pale eyes. "Lexy..." His voice was low and wanting, his gaze had softened. He looked so young and lost, like he wanted nothing more than to go back to that summer. Caillech could feel the corners of her eyes starting to sting, and her throat tightened. No, she would not cry, not over this.

Morvan circled her slowly, Caillech shadowing his every move, keeping her body facing his. His shoulders were tense, and she could imagine his mucsles rippling under his armor. Pausing for moment, Morvan's eyes suddenly blazed and he stalked forward. Caillech managed to take three steps back, before her backside colided with one of the long tables against the walls. Caillech cursed, annoyed that she had been so distracted by Morvan that she could be trapped so easily. The ornate pitchers and cups toppled over, sending a few over the edge to the floor. Morvan's hands grabbed the edge of the table on either side of Caillech's hips. She had to hand it to the alpha, he was a skillfull hunter.

"Lexy..." he breathed, his voice was low and briming with desire. Caillech growled at him, closing her eyes and turning her face away from his intoxicating breath. Morvan's nose touched her ear gently and his breath caressed her throat, sending a ripple through her body, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. "What did you want me to do Lex?" he whispered in her ear. "Hircine made it pretty clear I am supposed to keep my distance from you."

"I didn't pin you as a male that took orders. Even ones from a Daedric Prince." Caillech breathed at him. His body was so tantilizingly close, if she shifted her hips just an inch, they would touch. She could feel his body heat radiating from his skin. His spicey musk filled her nose, and her body responded within moments. This was insane, not 10 minutes ago, she was on her knees before Hircine, begging to be fucked. Now she was here, pinned by his son against a table, her body ingited with desire once more. Their hands both gripped the edge of the table, their fingers barely touching. Caillech closed her eyes, biting her lower lip. What was it about the two men that could set her body on fire without even touching her? She had fought off every advance that was made on her by others. She had assumed it was Hircine's magic that he used to bewitch her, to keep her entranced with the dremora.

Morvan's body shook slightly with every breath he took, Caillech turned her head towards him, leaning back slightly onto the table. She looked up into his glowing green eyes, and her breath caught in her throat. His eyes were looking over the smooth curves of her body, taking in every small detail he could, as though she would vanish into thin air before him.

"It's not just me he'll hurt..." his voice was low and hoarse, "He'll kill you too. I can't bare the thought of that." Morvan dipped his head to the crook of her neck, the fine hairs covering his chin tickling her. Caillech tipped her head back fighting the urge to run her fingers through his dark hair. He was right, Hircine would lash out in any way he could against those who defy him.

"Then stop." Caillech's voice was barely a whisper. Movan pulled back from her and their eyes met, the tension between them sparking.

"I can't. You have haunted my dreams for years. And now that I have found you again, you are all I can think about." The table began to creak as Morvan's grip tightened around the edge. "I've tried to stop, I've bedded other women to try and keep my desire for you in check. But when I fuck them, all I can see is you."

"You sure know how to charm a girl." Caillech grinned at him, looking at him through her dark lashes.

"Don't pretend you don't love the idea of being the only thought that can get my cock hard." Caillech shivered, and shifted her hips slightly, rubbing her pelvis against his, parting her legs slightly. Morvan closed his eyes and tightened his grip on the table, biting back a moan. Caillech grinned breathing in the scent of Morvan's arousal, becoming light headed on the intoxicating scent.

"Lex!" Vilkas' shouted down the hallway and Caillech turned her head to see her cousin walking towards them, his jaw set and eyes narrowed. Morvan kept his hips pressed against hers, running his nose up the curve of her neck to her jawline.

"Aela wants to speak to you." Vilkas said, wrinkling his nose and pointedly keeping his eyes from Morvan. Caillech almost felt sorry for her cousin. He had never lived as a wolf anywhere other than here at Jorrvasker. Morvan had been raised in the wilds, and Caillech had lived with a pack for almost 7 years. Werewolves in the wild were much more intune with their animalistic nature, and accepted the primal needs. She knew the Compaions were taught to control the urges unless it was absolutely neceissary. Caillech was sure seeing the two of them practically fucking in the hall way of Jorrvasker must be uncomfortable for him. Maybe she would teach her cousins to accept the wolf in them and live to their full potential.

"Me or Morvan?" Caillech asked, smiling at her cousins discomfort. Morvan ran her long dark braid through his fingers pulling it gently. Caillech tipped her head back obediently, and closed her eyes parting her lips as Morvan scrapped his teeth against her neck tenderly.

"You." Vilkas said, his voice hard. Caillech glanced at him, he was shifting uncomfortably from toe to toe. "I would appreciate it if you could keep your hands to yourself." He snarled at Morvan. The wolf pulled back from Caillech slightly, baring his teeth at Vilkas, but his pale eyes flashed with humor.

"Yes sir." Morvan said grinning. He trailed his fingers along Caillech's arm as he pulled from her body, his eyes blazing with desire as he turned from them and headed down towards the washroom. Caillech watched his retreating back, devoring his delectible body.

"I don't like him."

Caillech laughed, "You don't like anyone, Vilkas." She smiled at her cousin and walked with him back towards the stairs to the upper floor.

"I don't like how he always watches you... What happened to that elf that came to see you? He barely left your side while you were unconcious."

Caillech shrugged.

"He had to leave." She climbed the stairs two at a time, deflecting his question. Truth was she had no idea how to explain to Vilkas that the elf was the Daedric Lord of the Hunt, and needed to return to his realm. Caillech spotted Aela sitting across the mead hall, slumped in a large wooden chair, bending over a tankard. Vilkas snorted behind her, obviously unsatisfied with her answer. Caillech ignored him and made her way towards the grieving wolf.

"You asked for me Aela?" Caillech stood in front of the red haired Nord, looking down at the top her head. She was bent over her knees, looking down into her large tankard. She reaked of mead, she had obviously been drinking all day.

"They need to pay for what they did to Skjor." she mumbled. Caillech knelt down and twisted her head to see Aela's pain filled blue eyes.

"Who are we killing?" Caillech asked, her voice dry, but her wolf side pricked her ears and stood, raising her hackles and quivering in excitment.

"The Silver Hand. All of them."