After returning to the den, Hamish and Gabrielle went straight back to bed. They kept reading for a couple hours and were just thinking about calling the quits for the night, when Gabrielle gave an excited scream, that certainly drew Hamishs attention. "Here, here look at this. Doesn't this sound like something?" She exclaimed and then proceeded to read out loud what she had found. "I didn't get much sleep last night, haunted by the same nightmare again. This time though, there were more details, faces that weren't just blurred. By now I am starting to wonder, if what I see in my dreams, might not be dreams after all. But instead the long lost memories of my dear companion, Tundra." She glanced up to see Haminsh starring at her, following every word that came out of her mouth, so she continued.

"I tried to ask him about it, but he doesn't recall anything. So maybe it happened before he got turned into a hide. Maybe those are the memories from before they all were cursed." Once again she looked up, now an obvious question in her eyes. "So... That means, they haven't always been hides? And they don't remember anything from before?" She hadn't really managed to get on a talking basis with her own wolf, so naturally there were many things she did not know yet.

But Hamish didn't seem too interested in giving her lessons on their companions right now. "Is there more? Is he describing her dreams? What exactly did he see, what faces?" Immediately she burried her head in the book again and continued where she left off. "And a part of me is wondering, if it is better for him, not to recall. The pain I feel in my dreams, it feel so real, so bone shattering. It reminds me of the first time I turned, only much, much worse. And then there is that face, her face. Those piercing blue eyes, flaming red hair and a blood smeared smile, no rather an evil grin, showing that she had clearly lost her mind." Curiosity won her over again, so she turned her eyes back to Hamish. "Have you ever had dreams like this?"

He just silently shook his head, processing what he had heard. Was that the memory of tundras first turning? Maybe back then he was infected the old school way, via bite. Maybe that kind of turning felt different, worse that what he had been through his first time. And maybe that red haired woman was the one who had infected him in the first place. If that was the case, then maybe she was still somewhere out there too. She must have been turned into a hide as well, maybe claiming different champions throughout the centuries. And if she was still out there and somehow connected to this thing going on with Vera, then they would just have to find her.

How hard could it be, finding a red haired woman with blue eyes, a crazy smile, who didn't look like herself anymore, because she could be stuck in literally any body, woman or man? "Good job Gabe, seriously, that is something. I think we should probably get some sleep now and tomorrow we'll take this book straight to Vera." While a part of Gabrielle was intrigued and wanted to keep going, sleep had already started to nag at her, so she agreed to call it a night and get the little amount of sleep they still could, until they had to get up for classes.

Meanwhile a very confused Elizabeth Kepler sat straight up in her bed, panting as though she had just run a couple miles. Words still echoing in her head. What the hell had she dreamt now? While there had never been much wolf activity in her dreams so far, this one was full of it. There was this red haired woman whom she had only seen from behind, until she had morphed into a wolf and turned to look Bitsy straight in the eyes.

And whilst she could feel teeth gnawing at her and claws scratching away her skin, there were these words like a whisper in the wind. They just keep going on and an.

Underneath a moon of blood
They arrive
They arrive
Curs-ed ones come back to life

Underneath a moon of blood
Fate will come
Fate will come
What once was torn will become one

Underneath a moon of blood
She will rise
She will rise
Flaming red her fur, her eyes

Underneath a moon of blood
She will turn
She will turn
In her wrath the world will burn

Was it a new prophecy? Or was it like some kind of a second part to the first one? Who is She? The red haired woman whose face Kepler did not see? Is it one of the two sisters? Alter all, the first prophecy said 'black and red'. Was it maybe talking about hair colors? So basically they would need to focus on red heads, not that she knew many of them. Back to the dream, she reminded herself. Was there anything else? Details she needed to remember before she could forget.

Clutching a pen in her hand, together with a new, not enchanted book, there was one thing that came to her mind. A skull. A birds skull? When did she see that, where was it? Was it a mask, the woman had been wearing? Right, she did see her front before turning, only that a mask made if a birds skull was covering her face. God, this was all so frustrating. It felt like walking in circles. Gathering information, yet learning nothing important at all. The mask could, after all, be merely an element from her own life, with the orders dress code for formal events. Nevertheless, she wrote down everything about the dream that came to her mind, just in case.

Checking the clock once she was done Bitsy realized, there was not much more time to try and get more sleep. Might as well get up and start the day a little early.

They would try again today, cast as many tracking spells as possible, until they would manage to find the missing kids. Vera promised herself that she would do anything in her power, even if she didn't really have any at all in her current state. So while she sat in her office, trying to focus on her work, one idea after the other crept into her head. Ideas about what might have happened to them. Why the track just ended in the middle of a forest and why there was supposedly nothing else there, no wind, no sounds. And then there were ideas about spells they could try, some of them far to advanced for her wolves,but what other choice did they have?

She was so lost in thought, that she barely missed the knock on her door, which seemed to becoming a habit of hers lately. Only this time she didn't draw. And this time it wasn't Kepler coming in. No, into her office came her favorite police officer, detective Hayashi. Seeing him usually meant bad things, so the first thing that came out of her mouth before she could stop herself was: "Please don't tell me of more missing kids. I don't think I could handle any more." And if her words weren't direct enough, the weakness in her voice surely gave away, that she was still in a pretty bad condition. But the detective chose not to comment on that. He knew better than to try and tell that woman what to do.

"Actually, I am coming to you with partially good news this time." Instantly her eyes shot up, capturing his for what felt like an hour, but probably was more like 3 seconds, before he continued. "We found them, your kids." Vera hat to really hold it together when he said that. 'her kids'. They weren't hers, but yet she still felt like a mother to all of the students of her university. "The bad news, the boy is dead. His neck was snapped with quite some force. But the girl is alive. She's in shock, but alive."

"Thank god." Vera couldn't hold her sigh of relieve. Even though it was tragic that Robert hadn't made it, at least Susan was safe. Suddenly her whole body was far less tense, than just a moment ago, which didn't go unnoticed by the detective. "You really do care about those kids, don't you?" To that she scoffed. "Of course. I am the chancellor. In a way I am responsible for them, for their safety. I mean I can handle parents who come complaining and blaming me for shit all the time. But parents coming and asking me jf i could help arrange the funeral..." For a moment her voice got caught in her throat. "Now that shit never gets any easier."

"Detective, many people see me as a very closed off woman. Some of the students even call me names like ice queen behind my back. But not everything is as it seems, especially when it comes to people and the things they hide inside, not wanting others to see." He nodded, his eyes full of understanding. For some reason the pain in her eyes was mirrored in his and so they sat there, for a minute or maybe two, not saying anything. Maybe he was waiting for her to continue talking. But for her the conversation was basically over. Even though she did enjoy his quiet presence. Not that she would ever admit it. "Alright, I guess I'll see myself out." He finally managed to get out, before leaving the room, and leaving her, once again, all alone.