Dean POV

Charlotte, Paige and I didn't bother telling Punk when we were on our way to the compound. There was no reason to upset him even more than he already was, and I understand. The sirens have both his woman and his kid so he's obviously beyond worried, and he's probably mad at himself too. Hell, I'm mad at myself. I would never tell anyone this, especially Sheamus, but Sheamus was right. I should have waited until guard duty was over to make love to Kaitlyn. Maybe if I wasn't so distracted I would have detected Eve somehow, and prevented her from kidnapping Kaitlyn and Jojo. I'm so fucking stupid and careless. At the same time I don't want to blame myself because what I said to Sheamus was true. Eve had no scent, and she's very good at breaking in, so how I was supposed to know she was there? More than that, I didn't know that Eve was working with Natalya! How was I supposed to know that I couldn't trust her? If she had walked through the door, I wouldn't have suspected her, and she could have easily knocked both Kaitlyn and me out and kidnapped them that way. Ugh, no matter how many times I play every possible scenario in my mind the end product is the same, but still I can't help but feel responsible for the kidnappings.

"Dean," Charlotte brings me out of my head and puts her hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Charlotte. Don't worry about me."

"I hope you are okay because we're almost there." I finally look ahead to find that she's right. The witch compound is in sight and we should be there within a couple of minutes. I hate coming here. The compound is where the most powerful witches in the United States live, led by the most psychotic witch of them all, Bray Wyatt. Bray is a genius in white magic, and can do things that I've never seen another witch be able to do. A lot of witches came to him over the years to master white magic, and the majority of them ended up following him, but they were never the same. It's like, the more they learned from Bray, the more they listened and followed his teachings, the more enveloped they became by his overwhelming influence. It was like they lost all their free will and couldn't do anything without him. Only a few witches who he taught were able to escape his influence, one being Raquel Diaz, the witch who we visit to get our clothes. I've had very few conversations with Raquel about her time on the witch compound, but every time she says the same thing, "There is nothing good about Bray Wyatt. He is and always will be inherently evil." I never found what she said to be hard to believe, but, for whatever reason, Punk seemed to trust Wyatt. I guess it's because, no matter what, Wyatt is still a witch, and, as wolves, we have an alliance with all witches. Still, it's better to be safe than sorry dealing with him.

"This place gives me the creeps," I hear Paige whisper, walking behind me as we finally enter the compound. I totally agree with her. There's nothing inviting about this place. It's a completely cleared pasture, with tall grass that came up mid shin. There were no bushes, but dead, and dying small trees were scattered throughout the land, and there was no sign of life at all. No woodland animals, no birds. Hell I don't even think insects would bother coming here. There were about three or four wooden houses located significant distances apart from one another. Well, I wouldn't describe them as houses. They're like… shacks. They're old, worn down, and I can smell the decaying planks of wood in their structure. One shack stood out from the rest of them, mostly because it was actually a house. Granted, it was still run down, but it was noticeably larger than the shacks, and it had a porch with an old rocking chair on it. "Maybe we'll get lucky and they won't be home. I'd rather go to Raquel for help anyway."

"No, Paige." I stop in my tracks and turn back to face her. "Punk said to enlist these witches' help, and that's what we're going to do." She gives me a stern look, clearly upset by my comment and tone.

"Besides," Charlotte interjects, "the lights are on in the house. So someone has to be home." Paige takes in a frustrated breath and exhales loudly.

"Paige, I know this isn't your favorite place in the world, but this trip won't last long," I try to comfort her. I have no idea if it's working or not, though. "If you don't want to talk you don't have to, okay?" She nods quickly and averts her eyes to look around the compound. I turn back around and we all walk up to the house, climbing the stairs to the porch and stopping at the door.

"Go ahead and knock," Charlotte urges me. I know she doesn't want to be here anymore than Paige does, so the quicker we get this over with, the better. I knock on the door three times and wait for an answer. We stand there for what feels like forever when the door swings open slowly by itself, making an eerie noise in the process. When the door opens I see none other than Bray Wyatt sitting in a rocking chair in front of the fireplace. There's no fire burning, and yet he seems entranced by something there.

"So the big bad wolves have come to play," Bray starts talking to us without ever looking away from the fireplace. "And, why, pray tell, on this night, have you to decided to mingle with the witches?"

"We need a favor, Wyatt," I tell him confidently, masking the fact that I'm utterly creeped out.

"A favor? Is that so?" He lets out a maniacal laugh and the door slams behind us, causing Charlotte and Paige to let out a loud yelp. The lights in the house turn off and suddenly a fire ignites in the fireplace. "And what… favor is it that you need from me?" He speaks slowly and articulately, but there's something menacing about his tone.

"We're going to the Realm of Sirens. We need you to protect the humans from vampire attacks while we're gone."

"Oooo. The Realm of Sirens, you say?" He laughs again. What the hell is so funny? "That's exciting, isn't it? It's all coming together. It's all coming full circle. You wolves have always hadproblems with the sirens. What did they do this time?"

"We-"

"No," he interrupts me. "I've heard all I want to hear from you, Dean." He hasn't looked at us once. How did he know it was me? "Paige," I can smell the nerves on Paige as Bray calls her name. "Tell me, what have the sirens done to you this time?"

"They- They kidnapped th-three of our fr-friends." Paige never usually stutters. It's really out of character for her to be so… petrified.

"How unfortunate." He laughs again. He seems really amused by all this. "So then, tell me… If I do this thing you are asking of me, what do I get in return?"

"W-well,"

"Oh no, Paige," Bray interrupts her. "I was speaking to Charlotte." I hear Charlotte take a sharp breath at the mention of her name. The effect that Bray has on these normally strong and fearless pups is making me more nervous than I was before. I hear Charlotte gulp before taking a long deep breath.

"We didn't know that you would want something in return," she answers.

"Oh, Charlotte," he says in between laughs. "You can't expect something for nothing! That's not how the world works."

"I-I don't know then," Charlotte blurts out, clearly in a panic. "What do you want?"

"Ah, you have asked a very interesting question, my dear." He stands up from the rocking chair and walks toward the fire. "What… do I… want?" He finally turns to face us and looks directly at me, staring me down with his cold blue eyes. "What could I possibly want? What could you possibly… give me?" He begins walking slowly toward us, the pace of his strut matching the pace of his speech. "Well, you are travelling to the Realm of Sirens, and there exists something there, that I have…always longed for." He stops right in front of me, looking me in the eyes. "Siren magic."

"You want-" Bray holds out his hand past me, indicating to Charlotte that it was no longer her turn to speak. It was mine.

"So you want siren magic," I question him.

"I didn't stutter, did I?"

"What would a witch want with black magic?" He lets out a small chuckle in my face before quickly turning around and walking back to his chair, quickly. "You ask too many questions, Dean! You want something from me, and to get it I need this one thing from you. The reason I want it is none of your concern." He walks around his chair, facing us again as he places one hand on the top of the chair. "So what's it going to be, wolves? Do we have a deal?"

I lift my head up high before replying. "Deal." He smiles wickedly and begins to laugh again.

"Excellent. I expect the power when you return from your trip, wolves. I'd suggest you not fail in this endeavor." What does that mean? He takes a seat in his rocking chair again. The lights turn back on and the fire goes out instantly. The door behind us opens as a draft enters the room. "I wish you luck, wolves. You're going to need it." He laughs again, louder than before, as Charlotte, Paige and I rush out of the house. The door shuts immediately behind us.

"What was that about," Paige shouts.

"Keep your voice down, Paige," Charlotte warns her.

"I'm not sure," I practically whisper as I turn my head back to look at the closed door. "But I have an awful feeling that we just made a huge mistake."

Seth POV

I had originally planned on bringing Renee back to the den last night, but after everything she's been through, and now that everyone knows that she was a prisoner, I decided to let her have one night to herself. Besides, in these past two weeks, we've grown a mutual trust for one another, and it's not like she's going anywhere without her siren powers. I came back for her at daybreak, but I saw her sleeping on her bed, I couldn't find it in me to wake her up. It was the most peaceful I've seen her sleep since the first time I visited her. I ended up going into her living room and falling asleep on the couch. It's not like I wouldn't have been sleeping at this time anyway. I figured we could always return to the den when we woke up.

I wake up a few hours later to the smell of something… delicious. I sit up and stretch, yawning in the process. I get up and subconsciously follow the aroma of food into the kitchen.

"Good afternoon," I hear Renee greet me. My vision clears up as I shake off the last of my sleep. She's in black skinny jeans with a loose fitting yellow blouse, and her hair is up in a high ponytail.

"Afternoon," I return her greeting. I look around and notice that Renee isn't cooking, but she is getting some plates out of the cupboards. On the countertop are two large brown paper bags. "What's that smell?"

"Lunch, or, I guess, breakfast for you," she jokes. "I picked up an order from the burger place we went to a while back. You don't mind do you?"

I shake my head. "I'm hungry anyway." She takes out the orders and puts them on their respective plates. I see she ordered us the same things that we had ordered last time. I'm a little surprised she remembered. Now that I think about it, I'm surprised I remember. "Thanks, Renee. You know you didn't have to do this right?"

"Well, you've been feeding me for the past two weeks. Granted, it wasn't under the best of circumstances, but still, it's the least I can do."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Don't apologize," she chastises me. "You were following orders. Hell, I was following orders up until two weeks ago. Only difference is your leader hasn't steered you wrong." She might not think that if she remembered what happened to her. "Now come on," she tells me cheerfully as she picks up both plates of food, walking past me and out of the kitchen. "It's time to eat." I follow her out of the kitchen and into the living room, where she places both plates on the table in front of the couch, and sits down. I take a seat next to her as she grabs the remote and turns on the TV. I take a bite into my burger before a thought comes to mind.

"Hey, Renee, how'd you get this apartment anyway?" She finishes chewing her food before answering me.

"When I still had my powers, I was able to make the landlord believe that I had paid rent for the entire year, and the apartment already came with all the furniture. All I had to get was the TV and an updated wardrobe, which I also get through my powers."

"That's very similar to how my pack became loaded," I mention as I take another bite.

"What do you mean? How so?"

"Let's just say you'd be surprised at the things you can get away with when no one remembers what you did." She laughs at the comment. It's really good to hear her laugh again. I missed it to be honest.

"I guess being able to erase memories has its benefits, huh?" I can't help but think back to when I erased her memory. The thought saddens me a little, but I recover quickly. I don't want Renee to think that something's wrong.

"Yeah, it does." We continue to eat and watch TV, but I'm not really paying attention to whatever the hell show that we're watching. I'm too preoccupied with everything that's about to happen. We're going to the Realm of Sirens. That's a really big deal! Of course, we can't fight them, because we don't have that type of power, but at least we'll be able to get Jojo, Kailtyn and AJ back. It's going to be a crazy mission, and I hope that Punk has thought of a damn good plan to get us all in and out of there alive.

Roman POV

Three in the afternoon and none of our international pack members have arrived yet. I'm getting really anxious as I sit by the broken window in the living room. When are going to get this fixed? What if they don't come today? Seth told us yesterday that we have five nights until the full moon, and with the passing of last night that leaves us with four nights to get to the Realm of Sirens and rescue Jojo, Kaitlyn and AJ. This waiting sucks ass! We're wasting time! If we don't get there in time, Jojo and Kaitlyn are going to be dead and so will the entire werewolf race! Fucking waiting, fucking late ass wolves…

"Roman," I hear Bayley's small voice calling out to me. It pulls me out of my thoughts and my eyes go from looking outside the window to looking directly at her.

"Yeah, what happened, Bayley?"

"I'm worried about you," she tells me as she pulls up a seat on the other side of the window, sitting across from me. "You're a lot more pensive than usual and anxious, which you never are."

"I know," I acknowledge her. "I have a lot on my mind."

"Something tells me, it's more than just the safety of our friends and adopted daughter." She's really perceptive. There's no hiding anything from her is there?

"It's about what Punk said yesterday, about me messing with Eve."

"You're not actually taking that to heart are you?"

"I can't help it. You heard what Dean said. Eve is doing this in hopes she and I will get back together. I should have never given her that hope."

"Roman, you haven't given her any hope in the time that you've been separated. You said it yourself, she's psycho, and really obsessive."

"I'm not talking about recently." Bayley gives me a quizzical look, not completely understanding what I'm talking about. "I'm talking about at all. If I had never messed around with her in the first place, she wouldn't have had hope to begin with." She reaches out her hand to me and grabs my wrist comfortingly.

"You can't speculate on how things could have been had you never done that. Ms. Eve had a crush on you before you started anything with her. Who's to say that she wouldn't have aligned herself with Natalya anyway so that you could take notice of her?"

"I don't know, Bayley."

"Exactly! You don't know, so stop assuming things. This isn't your fault! The only one responsible for Ms. Eve's actions is Ms. Eve." Strange as it is, she's actually making me feel a little better about this whole thing. I smirk at her and take her hand in mine, placing a small kiss on it.

"Thank you, Bayley." She smiles at me and before I know it, her arms are around my neck, hugging me tightly, and I hug her back with an equal amount of fervor, I love this wolf so much.

Our hug is interrupted by a knock at the door. I let Bayley go to answer it, and Bayley walks closely behind me. "Well if it isn't Wade Barrett and Adrian Neville! It's good to see you guys!" Wade and Adrian enter the den with big smiles on their faces. Each of them hugs me before Bayley hugs them both.

"I missed you guys," Bayley shouts excitedly.

"Yeah, we missed you too," Neville replies to her, still stuck in her hug.

"Sorry we couldn't be here sooner, but you know the commute from England's a real bitch," Barrett interjects laughing jovially. Bayley finally lets Neville go, and he turns to me.

"Are we the first ones here?"

"Yeah, we're waiting for everyone else."

"Look no further bro!" I turn around to find that the Samoan twins Jimmy and Jey Uso have let themselves in. Aw man, I missed these guys! They became part of our pack when I was ten, and the three of us hit it off really well. Whenever Dean and Seth didn't feel like playing, I would hang out and cause all types of trouble with these guys.

"Roman," Jimmy greets me first with a large hug. "It's good to see you man! Been working out or what?!" We break our hug as I answer him.

"Yeah you know I do what I can."

"Hey but what's that on your neck, bro," Jey points out. "Looks like a mating mark! Ohh, who's the lucky girl, man?"

"That would be me," Bayley, speaks up raising her hand shyly. Neville and Barrett are taken by surprise and remain speechless.

"Bayley is that really you," Jey asks, surprised.

"You've really grown up girl! I remember when you were five and following Roman around," Jimmy comments and turns to me. "It finally happened, huh?"

"Yeah, well you know. You can't fight destiny forever," I tell him.

"Well that's just the corniest line I've ever heard." An Australian accent enters the living room, and I automatically know who it is.

"EMMA," Bayley screams, jumping up and down excitedly and running over to Emma, greeting her with a big hug. "I missed you!"

"Missed you too Bayley!" Emma was actually born into our pack, but three years after her mother died, her father decided it was best for the both of them to move to Australia. It broke Bayley's and Paige's hearts because they were inseparable growing up. "Where's Paige?"

"In her room," Bayley answers. "She'll be soo happy to see you again, come on!" With that, Bayley and Emma run up to Paige's room.

"Who else are we waiting for Ro," Barrett asks me, but before I can answer, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Well, you're missing us." I turn around to find Kofi, Cesaro and Alberto Del Rio behind me. Kofi brings his hand down from my shoulder and we share a hug as Cesaro and Del Rio enter the living room and greet everyone.

"You guys didn't all come together, did you? You're from three different countries."

"No we ran into each other on the way here," Cesaro answers me. "Weird coincidence, huh?" I nod at him.

"Well, everybody's here now, sí," Del Rio asks.

"Yeah, that's everyone who we're expecting," I answer him. "Seth and Renee should be back any minute, and then we can get started."

"Okay, Seth I know, but who's Renee," Kofi inquired.

"A siren, but don't worry, she's on our side." They all look at me skeptically.

"How do we know we can trust her," Jey asks.

"I don't know if you guys know this, but Bayley was killed not too long ago by two sirens sent by their queen." Their faces go from skepticism to shock in an instant. "Renee was the one who brought Bayley back to life. As a result, she's been disowned by the Queen of Sirens, and her ability to use black magic has been sealed away. She's promised to help us overthrow the sirens' current monarch."

"Alright, then. That's good enough for me," Kofi responds. "Where's Punk?" I'm not surprised that Kofi's asking for Punk. He and Punk have been best friends for as long as I can remember. Kofi had come to the states from Ghana when he fifteen, and he and Punk hit it off immediately because they were the same age. Kofi even stayed in the states up until three years ago when he returned to Ghana after his father requested that he help with the quarreling packs over there.

"He's in his room. He's in a real pissy mood too, so you know. Try to stay on his good side," I mention.

"Pissy mood? Why?"

"It's not my place to answer that, Kofi. You'll have to ask him that yourself when he comes downstairs."

Less than an hour later, Seth and Renee had come back to the den and the rest of the pack came out of their rooms and joined us in the living room. Punk was immediately going to start talking about our strategy once we got to the Realm of Sirens, but Dean spoke and said that he had some news from the witch compound.

"Is it bad news, Dean," Punk asks.

"That really depends on your perspective."

"Well then go ahead and tell us the news," Punks almost yells. He's really on edge, and I understand why, but he needs to relax. He's not the only one whose loved one was kidnapped by the sirens.

"Wyatt wants siren magic in return for protecting the humans while we're gone." I'm a little take back by this news. Wyatt is supposed to be on our side. Why is he asking for something in return, and why does he want siren magic?

"Did he say why?" Punk eyes Dean suspiciously.

"I asked, but he wouldn't say, and he wants it when we get back."

"How exactly are we supposed to get him siren magic, Dean?" Dean shrugs his shoulders. Of course he doesn't know how we're supposed to do that. Hell, I don't think anyone in this room does.

"Um, if I can interject," Renee's voice cuts through the confusion that has filled in the room. "If this Wyatt person wants siren magic, I can give him mine."

"But your powers are sealed," Punk reminds her.

"That doesn't mean they aren't there," Renee explains. "If Wyatt wants siren magic then he must know a spell that can extract the ability to perform black magic out of a siren. In that case, he only needs a body. I'll give up my ability, and he can extract it out of me."

"Renee." Seth puts his hand on Renee's shoulder, grabbing her attention. "Are you okay with giving up your powers?" She nods in confirmation with a smile on her face.

"If it'll make up for, at least a little, of what my race has done to yours, it'll be worth it." Seth's face is full on concern and doubt, but he submits to her and respects her decision.

"Alright, then," Punk speaks up. "With that out of the way, on to the plan."

So I REALLY like how this chapter turned out. It's a lot more eventful than last chapter and totally fine, but last chapter was a transition chapter anyway, lol.

Anyone wondering what's going on with Jojo, Kaitlyn and AJ? Well you'll find out next chapter!

Leave reviews because I adore them and thank you everyone who reviewed last chapter! I know it wasn't my best, but it all served a purpose.

-J.