Erase My Scars {Osiris}

[Amina Krane]

Amina knew well enough it was far too late for her to be out, but she couldn’t go back into the castle. She had a destination and she wouldn’t be satisfied until she had gotten there and done what she thought she needed to help her make it through the rest of the school year. Plus, she was sure they would be waiting for her. What would make her think otherwise? She had been doing her prefect duties, roaming the halls just before curfew to make sure people were making their way back to their common rooms in time. Most of the time she was sent to roam the upper halls but today she had been scheduled to roam the lower halls. She had just finished scanning the third floor when she heard their voices carry through the hallway. She had made her way through the whole corridor but apparently she hadn’t heard them in a classroom or down another hallway. Or maybe they were following her? It didn’t really matter what the reason, she wasn’t going to be privy to their torment again. It was bad enough it happened during the day while she was going to class and surrounded by other students who could at least help soften the blow, but while she was on her own in the empty hallways of the school on prefect duty? She wouldn’t stand for it. So she took the small time gap she had before they made it to where she was to start running. As fast as she could, Amina ran down the remaining length of the corridor and down the staircase just as their voices became more clear. They had just rounded the corner. She hoped they hadn’t seen her, that they didn’t realize she was trying to get away from them. It would only make things worse, but she couldn’t imagine sticking around and waiting for them to gang up on her once again.

So instead, she ran. Ran down the stairs as fast as her feet would take her. Thankfully, they were required to wear comfortable shoes for prefect duty in case they needed to move quickly for any official reason. While this wasn’t official, it was a very good reason to run. As she skipped the last three steps to the second floor, she heard it. The laughter. It was right above her. Taking a second to look over her shoulder, she could see them and they could see her. “Damnit,” she muttered as she took off at a sprint down the remaining stairs. She was going in the opposite direction of her dorm but she still had to finish prefect duties, Slytherin’s or not. If she were to go up to her common room, she would have just gotten stuck in there and would have never finished. Now she understood why people didn’t want to have any responsibility. It made life harder. When she skipped the last few steps of the last staircase, she glanced around for a place to go and realized, there was only one option. She darted for the front door and, with a push, heaved it open and slipped out the small opening she created but not before looking back to see if they were following. They seemed to be just coming off of the staircase, the two boys who seemed to make her life hell, and rather than speeding up to come after her, began to slow down. They could still come after her, but it would be much harder to find her out on the dark grounds than in the light school. Just as she was about to turn and walk onto the grounds long enough to let them go to their common room, Amina caught a glimpse of another one clad in black, green and silver, exiting from the door to the dungeons. He hadn’t been chasing her along with them. He had been doing the same thing she had, but only for his floor. Gavin was out doing prefect duty and just as the door shut, she caught the last glimpse of him walking by towards the two, most likely to remind them to get to their common room so the house didn’t find themselves behind in house points so soon into the year. At least that’s what she imagined he was saying, while she hoped it was more of a reproach for being out so close to curfew.

Walking down the pathway, she found herself wandering in her thoughts. It seemed like every time she saw him, she couldn’t resist doing so. Amina had done so well at the beginning of the school year to keep from him taking over every moment of her life, but after their incident a few weeks prior, it seemed to be the only thing she could occupy her thoughts with. Amina pressed her palms into her eyes as she attempted to clear her head. She didn’t need to think about him. She was sure he didn’t even see her so he wouldn’t be contemplating a single thought about her so why should she think about him? But that logic didn’t hold water, no matter how many times she tried to use it. She had seen him. Until she could find something else to occupy her mind, she would continue to think about him. Everything about him. Dropping her hands from her eyes, she looked ahead of her to find, as she imagined, she had continued down her usual running path without error. She had become so used to it, she didn’t need to even see where she was going to know where to place her feet. Sighing, she stopped in the middle of the path and sat down. “I have to stop loving him,” she muttered to herself, tucking a piece of stray hair from her ponytail behind her ear. She crossed her legs and leaned forward, pulling her head down and closing her eyes once again. She had to find another topic to think about. It was the only way she could ever get him out of her head was to find another subject of choice.

As she began to run down the list that usually helped her, she heard a familiar click. For a second, it didn’t register with her, until she heard footsteps. She stood up and turned around in a single motion to see the two beaters exiting through the main doors and looking around for her. Either Gavin wasn’t doing his job, or they slipped past him to come find her. “Not again,” she muttered as she began to back step. She could run fast, it was in her nature as a gymnast, but she could only run for so long. Eventually she would have to go back into the castle or she was going to get yelled at for not finishing her duties. Either that, or she was going to get stuck outside if they locked the doors on her. The only way she could get back in was to lose them or to face them. Deciding she didn’t like the latter option, Amina turned and ran full sprint into the forest. It was the only place she knew she could lose them because she had become so familiar with it. Despite all the warnings of the things that could harm her inside, the forest had become Amina’s second home the prior year with her and Gavin spending so much time in it. There was his name. Again. And more memories. Shaking her head, she continued to run as fast as possible, jumping over fallen trees and breezing through clearings until she was sure she couldn’t hear their voices anymore. When she was sure the only footsteps in the forest were hers, she slowed down to a stop, leaning forward and placing her hands on her thighs as she took a second to catch her breath.

“Get out of my head,” she muttered to herself as an image of Gavin flashed in front of her eyes again. Pressing her right palm into her eye, she tried to get rid of the image but it wouldn’t work. His happy, smiling face the first time they had made love in the forest. The first time he had taken her on a broomstick. The first time he had taken her to his fancy vacation home. Each image only caused a pain in her gut. Why didn’t he love her like she thought he did? Why was she not enough for him? Each question needed an answer and she imagined she would never get a suitable one to satisfy her, but she had to try. Standing up straight again, she looked through blurred eyes to find out where she was and found out quickly she had gone far deeper into the forest than she had imagined, evident by how winded she was by the run. She had probably been running for fifteen minutes. That was why they had stopped following. She had been going too fast for too long and they wouldn’t be able to find their way out had they kept following. But she knew exactly where she was. It was the path she had used to go to their spot multiple times. It was instinct to run or even fly along this path by now. Biting the inside of her lip, she began to turn back to the school but stopped just short of a full turn and looked, instead, in the direction of the clearing where they had spent plenty of time the last year. If she was going to clear her head and try to get the answers she was looking for internally, in that spot and all alone was probably going to be the best place. Amina was sure once she got to the spot, she would want to quickly turn around. She hadn’t been out there since the previous year and she couldn’t imagine the pain that was going to come from seeing it again, but her feet didn’t care. She needed to be there, to see it, and to see if she could think of any indications to prove what he had told her not too long ago. If she couldn’t figure it out by being there on her own, she wasn’t sure if she ever could. So despite her gut telling her to turn around and run to the school, she turned in the direction of the large, grassy clearing and kept going one foot in front of the other. Her prefect duties would have to wait tonight.

Judging by her surroundings, it was only another ten minute run, twenty minute walk to the clearing she was looking for so, rather than take it fast and get winded, Amina decided to take the slow option and began the walk without a care of how long it would take her to even get back. At this point, she was so far in, she might as well go all out in breaking the rules of being in the forest this late. Instinctively, her hand went to the secret hiding place in her jeans for her wand and pulled it out, using it to light her path ahead of her. Though she had managed to get there without the light, she didn’t mind its company for the rest of the way. As Amina walked, using it to guide her way, she began to take notice that in some places, the light was doing little help because the area was already so well lit. Most of the time she had done this walk, it had been in broad daylight so she was used to the forest being lit, but she imagined that, at night, it would have been pitch black. The trees overhead, after all, created a canvas of cover for the forest floor. Yet, when she reached the next clearing, she realized the area was so bright that her light was practically useless. It only shone the deepest, darkest crevices. Raising an eyebrow, Amina looked up to see why she was seeing things so clearly and immediately regretted her decision of not going straight to her common room. Hovering overhead was the large orb of the full moon in all its glory, lighting the forest. “Oh no,” she muttered, her wand arm falling to her side as she began to back up slowly, as if she was in the presence of a man with a gun. But, in all reality, it was much worse.

The Headmistress, Professors, and even the Aurors watching over the school had forewarned the prefects and heads that there were things in the forest they should be weary of. Though no one knew what exactly, because it was impossible to tell, they had mentioned a few possibilities. Vampires had been one. The other was werewolves. And Amina was out in the middle of the forbidden forest on possibly the worst night she could have chosen. A full moon. Of course, it was only a rumor that werewolves existed in the forest but she wasn’t going to stick around to find out. She didn’t need to be another reason for the forbidden forest to be forbidden. Her life wasn’t bad enough for her to become suicidal either. As she gulped and began to turn around, she heard a crack. Looking down at her feet, she confirmed that it wasn’t her own foot that had just snapped the twig. She was on a soggy bed of leaves, still full of the water from the morning rain storm that had passed through. There was someone else in the forest with her. Or something else. Suddenly the adrenaline kicked in and she was off, running as fast as her legs could take her without a look to see what else was out there. For all she knew, it could be a rabbit, but she knew it wasn’t. She knew it was something much worse. Out of all the stupid things… she thought to herself as she wondered how she could forget their warning. Had she been that desperate to get away from those boys? Or had it been the images of Gavin and her desperate need to understand why she was inadequate that had drove her into the forest? Either way, the breaking of twigs and rustling of leaves continued behind her and, in no time, she could hear the growl that went with it. No matter how fast she thought she was going, it seemed like whatever was behind her was faster. And she was sure she knew what it was.

Taking a quick turn around a rather wide tree, she hoped she could lose it but, though its turn sounded sloppy behind her, the sound of soggy leaves being pushed aside and a solid object hitting into a tree, it seemed to only make her lead shrink. How she could ever think she could outrun anything other than a human, she wasn’t sure, but to stand and fight didn’t seem like an appropriate response either. As she ran, she was trying hard to remain the same Amina, the girl without fear, but it began to well up inside of her. Death was the ultimate fear, the one she hadn’t been able to rationalize in the last two years that she tried to get rid of anything she was afraid of, and she was sure she was about to come face to face with it in the form of a werewolf. She made one more turn to get herself back on track with a path towards the school but as she came out of the turn, she could practically feel the hot breath penetrating her jeans, down to her skin and through to her bone. It had caught up and she had no chance. Closing her eyes tightly, she gripped her wand tighter in her hand, the light long since diminished from her lack of concentration. Amina attempted to point it back towards the creature and at least do some sort of spell to defend herself but in a split second, a solid object snagged onto her legs and knocked her to the ground. Her wand flew from her hands, landing somewhere in the pile of forest debris, but she couldn’t even contemplate the words for a spell. Instead, she frantically clawed at the ground as she tried to crawl forward, but only managed to slip in the leaves. Looking quickly over her shoulder, she saw the golden eyes. The long snout. The black fur. “Oh my god…” she muttered, flipping over on to her back as she tried to crawl backwards away from the creature that was now hovering over her. There was a putrid liquid coming from its mouth which, Amina could only imagine to be blood. It had to have been saliva, but her brain couldn’t think correctly. It was blood, because it was feeding. And she was its next meal.

The sudden mental image of her being torn to pieces flashed in her mind and, without thinking, Amina attempted to scramble to her feet to keep running but was quickly stopped as the wolf swiped a claw in her direction, knocking her back to the ground on her side. “Someone help me!” she shrieked as its claws dug into her skin, leaving bloody lines on her arm. Tears sprung from her eyes at the sudden pain, her supposed waterproof mascara joining them and leaving faint black marks on her cheeks. Her hand went to her arm, clutching it as she attempted to get up again, but was swiped one more time. It was playing with her, treating her like its toy. Like Gavin had treated her the whole time they were together. Just a play thing. Chuckling slightly, she realized how stupid she really was. Despite facing sure death, she still couldn’t get him out of her head. And despite being his play thing, she couldn’t help but want to scream to the world how much she loved him before the wolf ended her. She needed him to know, for everyone to know. But instead of screaming and declaring her love to him, her scream declared something much different. The wolf had locked its jaws around her shoulder near the same spot where it had clawed her the second time. The pain surging through her shoulder was more than she had ever felt in her life and more than she could have imagined, but as she tried to fight back to get it off of her, she only made it worse. Its fangs dug deeper into her skin with each movement but she couldn’t stop herself. She wouldn’t die. Not here. Not now. But no matter how hard she kicked, the solid body didn’t move except to tear further into her. Letting out another shriek, Amina used her opposite hand to hit the wolf in the head, hoping maybe, just maybe, she could put up enough of a struggle to convince it she wasn’t good enough to eat and, somehow, it worked. Suddenly the wolfs fangs were no longer in her and it was hovering away from her momentarily. Looking at it with a confused yet pained look, Amina tried to back away while she had the chance, ignoring the protesting from her destroyed shoulder. She had to get away. She didn’t want to die. Not like this.

It only took a moment for the wolf to recover and suddenly was back on her with a stronger vengeance so Amina swung at it the same way again and recognized what it was that was causing the wolf to back off. The bracelet she was wearing that she had received from her grandmother when she turned thirteen made contact with the wolf and instantly she could see the small, miniscule even, amount of pain in its features. Pure silver. It was small and would only cause the wolf to back away for a second, but it was something she could use. So she did. She hit it again and again until it recoiled far enough away for her to slip out a little more, but it got smart and pinned her hand to the ground, just above the bracelet. Her eyes widened. It had been her only chance. Her wide eyes looked up into the golden ones of the wolf, full of fear. She was going to die. “Someone! Anyone!” she shouted one more time, the mascara stained tears streaming down her cheeks faster. The blood stained fangs came in for another bite but stopped just short and was instead drawing back. Taking the moment of freedom from its grasp, Amina scrambled backwards as far as she could away from the wolf until she bumped into a fallen tree, hitting her torn apart shoulder against it. Shrieking in pain, she grasped her shoulder and tried to scramble to her feet but couldn't get the grip she needed to in the wet leaves. That was when she saw a second pair of golden eyes near the first. No, she wasn’t saved. Her trouble had just doubled. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized there was no way she was going to make it back to the school. She would never see her friends or family again.

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[Osiris Moswen]

There was a strange chill in the air, the kind that almost made him wonder if this was how the normal people felt. The sort of person that needs a jacket to go outside in this sort of weather. For Osiris? This was just the perfect afternoon. The elevated internal temperature of his body was neutralizing the cold. While, he could still smell the crisp afternoon air, he couldn't feel it. There was a large frost headed their way, he had been able to smell it for days now. Just another added benefit to being what he was, a werewolf. Unlike those who had this sort of thing forced upon them, he had been born into it. Relished in it, it made him who he was. Regardless, he was abusing his marvelous sense of smell to save his crops. Those at the school only a few miles away wouldn't have the same benefit. Their crops were going to wilt and die. His? At least the winter squash and the herbs he had been toiling over all morning were going to be just fine. He would have enough soup to last him quite a while if the ground got cold enough to store the vat for him. He hadn't been wrong about the weather yet, so he assumed that it would be just fine. The sun was starting to set, leaving the sky a perfect shade of orange and pink with cloud dotting the horizon. He might loose some of the fruit, but it was a little too far from his Cabin in order for him to walk out there and get it. Sure, he might be able to shift and gather it, seeing that the full moon already had started it's ascent into the sky...but he didn't want to risk it. He wouldn't have dinner tonight if he didn't get the soup started soon.

Already he could feel the moons beams sinking under the taut skin of his arms, making his hair raise on end. While he was old enough, and more than experienced enough not to be forced into turning during each month's full moon, that didn't mean that he was totally exempt. Usually, he indulged simply because he liked it. This month however, he was going to have to stay home. The Ministry officials had doubled their efforts in attempting to find him, and they always searched during this time of month the most, he assumed that they didn't know somebody of his rank and age didn't have to turn any longer. It was a privilege, and he wasn't hurting anybody, he kept to himself. He had been living out here alone, off of the land for longer than he could pin point any more. That, and there was another issue he didn't want ruining his full moon. These were like holidays to him, they were sacred, he would be sleeping outside tonight, under the full moon, just soaking in it. The other one that was running around...well, he hadn't taken the time to figure out exactly who was attempting to encroach on his territory but it had been exhausting enough putting forth the effort in keeping this newcomer away from his home. Whoever it was, wasn't native to this forest. He didn't know how they had come to be here, or why, but they certainly weren't a student. He knew the sent of almost every student that came into these woods, the rest he didn't need to bother with. He could tell this one was older, but not by too much he didn't think. Still inexperienced, nobody had taught him the common courtesies that you give another werewolf. Obviously they didn't belong to any sort of pack. Osi hadn't belonged to a pack in years either, but he still knew how to conduct himself around others of his species. He was an Alpha after all, he was always an Alpha. This one? Was sniffing far too close, and Osi was tired of having to mark his territory all the time. The little git was far too arrogant, and if they didn't pick up and leave soon...well, Osi was going to have to handle it. He didn't take kindly to competition.

For the most part, Osiris was a very docile man, he didn't go out seeking confrontation, but he did defend what was his. He didn't share his kills with anybody other than Family, he reported to no pack. He preferred it that way. Anybody who got on his bad side, did so after a log of provocation and they always deserved his wrath whenever they got it. Sure, he could have established his dominance and offered to teach the kid the lay of the land, but he had much more important matters to attend to, namely getting his sister out of the cage that she had been rotting in for months. That coward who claimed himself the 'dark lord' had sent her there so long ago, he had no idea what to think of her living conditions. Her letters had long since stopped and he was getting more and more worried with each passing day. Yet, with the Ministry moving in closer, there wasn't all that much left that he could do. He couldn't exactly walk in and bust her out. He had never been that proficient with spells anyway, he could preform them, but he was much better with his hands. Scooping up his day's harvest in the cloth that he had brought with him, he tied the ends together and started to head back to his cottage, his bare feet sinking into the earth little by little, the cold soil making his feet feel almost normal. His blood was pumping harder than normal as the urge to change, to revert to his natural form was itching to take over, and he almost didn't want to fight it. By the time that he had reached his home, he had stripped most of his clothing from his body so that he could better feel the moon all over his skin. It was dark by the time he kicked the door open and struck up the fire within his hearth, setting the pot to boil as he readied the rest of his food for the evening. The moon had taken over the sky, and he set his attention to the task at hand, not wanting to bother with listening for the pup that was invading his forest.

It was easy enough work to keep himself busy, setting the water in the kettle for a nice tea with his dinner, grinding the herbs and spices for the blend in his mortar and pestle, chopping the squash and chunks of savory beef that he had brought back from yesterday's hunt, salting the remaining chunks for storage and the other root vegetables that he had harvested over the course of the week. He wouldn't need to go out again for another few weeks since he had already resigned to letting the fruit be. The stew would need hours to cook once he had gotten everything into the pot, and he would be able to go sit on the cool earth, watch the moon and drink his tea. It might not have been exciting for most, but for him? It took him back home again. His mother was only human, but she had always understood what it was that Osi and Isis needed this time of month, even after they had learned to stop the shifting. This was routine for him, peaceful, comforting. Most people just assumed that all werewolves were vicious, violent things, they totally missed out on the fact that if they so chose, they could be more in tune with nature and the world around them than any other being on earth. Dropping his ingredients into the cast iron pot hanging over the fire, he retrieved the now boiling water and loaded the herbs into the metal tea cages that he had made. Pulling on a pair of torn and weathered sweat pants to cover his private bits, just in case, he cook his tea and headed outside where the moon was calling to him. The entire pot of tea had been consumed rather quickly, as he was getting better at blending it himself, and he spent the next few hours, just staring, feeling the skin on his body growing tighter, his hair growing thicker as his internal temperature rose. These things, would have happened regardless, but why worry? He was all alone out here. He was hardly attempting to contain himself or the effects that the moon had on him.

Whenever his eyes snapped open again, they were the most striking shade of gold imaginable. Glowing from within, entrancing. They stood out even more boldly against the contrast of his darkened Egyptian skin. There was something wrong, and only one thing could bring him out of the moon's trance. An overwhelming stench was starting to reach him, faint, very far off at first but it was rapidly growing faster. Something was happening, and he had a fairly good idea of what it was. He leaned forward, his legs moving out behind him, perching like an animal his fingers dug into the earth, and his body shuddered. The animal in his was taking control, instinct to defend his home wasn't something to ignore. He could feel the canines of his teeth becoming sharper, or perhaps he was just more aware of his lips against them as a deep tumble of a growl left his throat. The scream was all that he needed to propel himself forward. The pup wasn't alone this time. It had finally found a victim, somebody stupid enough to be out this deep into the forest on a night like this. He couldn't risk having the Ministry this close to his home, he was going to have to handle it once and for all. The pup should have done better. Should have known better. His feet pushed off the ground and he bolted into a sprint, his brain not even functioning on a higher level any longer, he could just feel the rage, the irritation of his warnings having not been heeded, of the arrogance of this idiotic young wolf on a night like this, a sacred night. The fur on his chest started to sprout, covering his face but he didn't need it to transform, not yet. The pup was no match for him in his lupine form, he wasn't even much of a match while Osiris was in his human form. He was a large man either way. The second shriek that resounded was far closer, less than five minutes away, he could smell her now, such a young thing. He could smell her fear, her sweat and tears, the vile stench that was overpowering her, and even more, he could smell her blood.

He leaped over a fallen tree, landing just behind the couple, he was tearing her to pieces, there was no excuse, they didn't need to kill humans. Certainly not children like this little girl. The pathetic excuse for a wolf in front of him was the sort that gave his kind a bad name. The moment his feet his ground, another surge of anger took over him, and he shifted all at once. His bones popped violently, resounding in a sickening crunch as the fur covered his body and he leaned forward with a violent sound, the time for warning was obviously over, and anybody could have seen that. The fire in his eyes needed to see blood of his own, for taking the life of an innocent, this wolf deserved to die. He was larger, faster, and far stronger than the little one could have imagined, he didn't even see the body of the girl any longer, he just sunk his own teeth into the back of the younger wolf's shoulders and ripped him away, a tiny squeak of submission instantly leaving the other wolf's mouth as he hovered, unsure of what Osiris was going to do with him. Throwing him against a tree to the side, the younger black wolf seemed to get irritated, and lunged back at the teenaged female, she was already crying so hard he wouldn't be surprised if she forgot the whole thing, if she could even see through the pain to begin with. Humans were such strange creatures. If she survived, she was going to be in for a very rough ride. Violent turnings were always the worst, didn't they realize there were easier ways to turn people? Then again, it obviously hadn't been the black wolf's intent to leave her alive. Yet, she was still fighting back, and it oddly seemed to be working, good for her. Grabbing the black wolf's back legs within his teeth he ripped the wolf away from the girl, hard enough to hear the crack of the wolfs leg braking just above the knee joint. Bashing the thing into another large tree Osi was on it in a moment. There was no fight, there couldn't have been, Osi's teeth latched onto the wolf's throat, and it was over quickly, leaving the mangled body where it fell he turned on the girl.

His heart was beatingg so fast, the moon pulling him forward so hard that he almost couldn't control himself. He could smell her blood, he could see that she was done for, that it was almost useless to help her, he might as well finish her off...but he was better than that. Panting, he closed his eyes, allowing his breathing to return to normal as he started to shrink, to return to his human form, naked and covered in dirt in front of the girl. She had bigger issues to worry about than how he looked. His face and shoulders were still covered with fresh blood, small bits of fur remained on his body, mainly on his shoulders and arms. No doubt he looked like a wild man, but if she fought him off...she was going to die. “You can pass out now little one, you won't be harmed further” he stated, his voice still resonating with a supernatural quality, deeper than it normally was as he took a tentative step toward her. “If you wish to live. Do not fear me” it was the clearest warning that he could give her, and she really didn't have any other option than to listen.

[Amina Krane]

The pain was excruciating. Amina was pretty sure she had never felt anything remotely close to this in her life before, which wasn’t a surprise given how young she was. Yet, even after the numerous sprains, broken bones, and twisted ankles she had endured in her clumsiness as a young child and in her later years as a gymnast, nothing was even relatable to this. Was this what it was like to feel death? No, death couldn’t be this difficult. Instead, it was like death had laughed in her face and denied her for this was like hell on earth. One moment, she was sure she didn’t even have an arm left because there was nothing left there but the pain in her shredded shoulder. The monster had ripped it right off of her and thrown it across the forest to some location where a student would see it one day as they wandered. They would come across it and would freak out as they wondered where it had come from and whose it was. She would never see her precious arm again. But then the next moment, it was searing with pain like a flood gate had been opened at her shoulder and was now rushing to make up time. Fire was just seeping through her veins and she was sure she would have been happier had her arm been torn off. But the fire didn’t just stop at her arm. At this point, that would be a blessing. But it was spreading to every part of her body the werewolf had touched and beyond. It really was a literal hell on earth.

The tears from the pain were pouring out through her eyes and blurring her vision so bad, all she could make out were shadows against the moonlight, but she couldn’t deny that she was seeing a second pair of gold eyes. Not only was she being attacked by one wolf, but now there was a second and she was quite sure the shadow of this one was so much larger. Amina closed her eyes tight and braced herself for another bite from the wolf’s jaws or another swipe of the sharp claws, but a few seconds later when one didn’t come, she opened them. The mascara running into her eyes was stinging, but it was not nearly as bad as the pain in the rest of her body so she managed to ignore it as she tried to assess the situation. Why hadn’t they attacked again? Maybe they were bickering about who was going to kill her off. If that was the case, it might be her only chance to escape. But even the thought of her getting up to run brought a roaring pain from her shoulder down her torso. She remembered when she had tried to get up when the other wolf had arrived. The wet leaves wouldn’t allow for traction, anyways. Her attempt would be futile. A shadow moved in front of her and Amina blinked her eyes a few times to try and get a clearer view but it wasn’t going to work no matter how hard she tried. She hadn’t realized how hard she was crying until she figured out she couldn’t stop the tears.

She felt her bottom jaw start to tremble as she heard a sickening crunch. It reminded her of when she had broken her leg one summer as she landed her vault wrong. She was quite sure the crunch ended in the same result. Part of her wondered if it was her own bone that had been broken. It wouldn’t surprise her that the pain had been so much that she was now having an out of body experience. Her mind had finally said it was enough and pushed her out so she wouldn’t have to feel anything further. The thought didn’t last long, though. If that was the case, she wouldn’t be feeling the pain in her arm anymore, or the scratches spreading across half her stomach, or the one’s streaming down her arm. She wouldn’t be feeling the sting of her mascara as she tried to make out the shapes. Narrowing her eyes in an attempt to focus, she managed to make out a shape in the shadows that was now approaching her. Suddenly, her eyes widened significantly as she tried to make another attempt to move. Once again, she was greeted with pain which caused a whimper to escape from her lips. ”You can pass out now little one, you won’t be harmed further.” Amina’s ragged breath caught in her throat as she heard the voice. It was deep, but it was human. Her eyes tried to focus again but she could still only see shadows through the tears. The only thing that seemed to help was she could tell this shadow was somewhat smaller in stature, but not height, than the werewolves. Had a human come along and killed the werewolves? Had she been saved?

”If you wish to live. Do not fear me.” Her eyes closed as her brows furrowed with confusion. “Fear you?” she muttered in a broken voice. Why would she fear him? She really just wanted to listen to his previous words, but now her mind couldn’t help but start asking questions about his words. He was human, right? He had saved her. He had come out all this way in the forest, found her, and was going to save her from the agony she was in. But how had he found her? And how had he killed the werewolves? Wouldn’t she have heard some sort of howl or cry from at least one of them? All she had heard was the second wolf arrive and then the first was no longer on her. Then the sound of a crunched bone. Her eyes opened again as she looked at the shadow one more time. The tears were still streaming, but she saw a little more clearly this time. She could see human skin, but it was matted with something darker. Maybe hair? Or blood? Or both? Then something clicked. She would fear him because werewolves could also be human. He wasn’t human, at least not completely. Had he been the second werewolf? Had she really been saved by the same thing that had torn her to ribbons? No, since when was a werewolf kind enough to save a human? He was just going to trick her and kill her.

Cringing, she moved slightly and felt her arm flare up again. More than anything she wanted to believe him, to trust him. She wanted to believe she wasn’t going to be harmed any further and that she was going to live, but what if she was right and he was the second werewolf? How could she put her life in a werewolf’s hands? As she tried to move again, she realized her choices were dwindling. Her whole body was going numb with pain at this point, and she was pretty sure she was getting light headed as well. None of that was a good sign. Leaning her head back against the blanket of wet leaves, Amina felt the world going black. She didn’t want to put her life in a strangers hands but she wasn’t strong enough to stay awake through the pain. Attempting to move one last time was all it took for her body to give out and, while she should have been sleeping up in her bed by now, she instead passed out on the pile of leaves on the forest floor.

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[Osiris Moswen]

Osiris could see the questions in her eyes, and was a little astonished that she wasn't a writhing, screaming mess right now. Most humans would have been, they would have taken one look at their shoulder, passed out or screamed their heads off. Of course, it was very fortunate for him that she wasn't screaming considering that would have brought the attention of even more wildlife and he didn't need to contend with them if she was going to have any chance at living to see the sunrise. Getting through the morning whenever she found out she survived was going to be hard enough, realizing the full repercussions of being bitten like this during a full moon? Well, that was going to be harder for he he would imagine. Considering she seemed to still be a student, and now her life was going to be forever changed. For half of a second, he considered leaving her out here, and letting fate have it's way with her, to see if she would make it on her own. If she was meant to die, she would anyway. The memory of her fighting back against the werewolf was what settled the matter in his mind. She obviously wasn't willing to just lay down and give up, he could admire that. She didn't say a word, and just slipped away into what was no doubt a far more peaceful place for her and he moved toward her again, carefully lifting her up in his arms, and shifting back into his wolf form once more. Her arms dangled down underneath her, but his fur would keep her warmer than his skin would be able to do alone, and we would be able to get her back to his cabin faster this way.

He hadn't ever invited a human to his Cabin before, other than the one child werewolf, but he wasn't really human. He hadn't seen Marcus in awhile, and assumed that he must have moved on with his life. In fact, the only other human that he knew even was aware that the Cabin existed was the man who had helped build it, his father. So, bringing the girl here was a very large risk for him, but come the morning, she wouldn't be human either and he could keep her here if he needed, or drop her off somewhere that she knew she wouldn't ever be able to find him again. No student had stumbled across his home this long now, and he planned on keeping it that way. His door was still open, but he wouldn't fit through in his wolf form, so he lay her on the ground and licked her shoulder clean. Perhaps it would have been more normal for him to take her out back where the wash basin was to clean her, but this felt more natural in this form. He tore the ruined shirt from her figure to ensure that she was clean, and to see just how bad the damage really was. Her blood was already staining the wood on his small porch. Whenever he had gotten the old blood off of her, and licked the stench of the other wolf off of her skin he shifted back into his human form and carried her inside, placing her carefully on the bed that normally only housed him. Nudity was nothing new to him, in fact, he hardly ever even noticed it. Neither was the blood, but he had to be sure that he covered every bit of her skin so that she would heal properly. Pulling out some of the roots that he had harvested earlier and chewing them into a paste, he placed them on her wounds, mostly on her shoulder as she was going to need the most there. Her werewolf healing abilities wouldn't really kick in until after her first transformation, since she wouldn't really be needing them until that time, but if he could keep them clean, she might have a chance at making it back to the school whenever she had at least started to heal up a bit more. However, her shoulder was likely always going to have a large, mangled scar from what he could tell. Having been born a werewolf, he didn't have a makers mark. All of those whom he had met in his travels that had been violently turned like she had however, that was always the only mark that marred their otherwise perfect skin.

Pulling the blanket out from under her, he covered her nether half with the quit and set out another kettle of water to boil over the fire. She might as well attempt to get something in her system whenever she came to, if she wasn't in too bad of shock. The healing implements that he had stuck to her skin in various places were rudimentary at best, but he wasn't going to attempt to heal her magically, it might only make her condition worse. She was a pretty thing now that she was all cleaned up and not scared for her life, no wonder she was attacked. Still scowling, he headed out back to the wash basin to clean himself up and to pull his clothing off of the line next to the root garden in the back of the house. Then, he was going to have to consider what to do with the body he had left in the woods. No doubt it had reverted back to it's human form by now, and while he didn't really want to deal with it, he knew that he had to if he wanted to keep living here and not be discovered. Splashing the cold water on his face, he pulled the sponge off of the hook and cleaned his face, chest and arms until they smelled like him again. Pulling a grey sweater and black pair of pants off of the lines, he replaced the cloths hook on the line as he dressed. All the while keeping an ear out for the sleeping woman inside, she was likely going to be scared to death whenever she woke up in a strange house, even more whenever she saw his eyes, the color that as of tomorrow morning, were going to match her own.

[Amina Krane]

Amina’s head rolled to the side as her eyes tried to open with no avail against the darkness that had overcome her so quickly. Her head was foggy and nothing was making any sense. What had happened? The last thing she could remember was doing patrol duty in the castle. Had she taken a spill down the stairs and hit her head hard enough to knock her out? It wouldn’t be that surprising given the entire castle was made of brick and unbreakable marble. Her head would have no chance of surviving a spill down the stairs. But slowly images started to appear behind her dark eyelids. The two Slytherin boys finding her, chasing her. She could feel the cold wind against her skin as she darted into the dark of the night. It sent a ripple of goose bumps up her arms as she remembered how cold it was and how unprepared she was for such a chill. The moment the goose bumps reached the scratches on her arm, she could feel the pain rising. Her hands attempted to move to find out why she was feeling pain but they only got so far as her bare stomach. The images suddenly came flooding back. The run through the forest, running into the werewolf, its teeth and claws treating her skin like crate paper, the second werewolf… and the man who saved her life. Suddenly her eyes defied any want she had to fall asleep and opened wide. She attempted to sit up, to move and get the hell back to her dorm room, but she realized quickly that wasn’t going to happen. The moment she tried to sit up, dizziness overcame her along with pain and she was quickly forced down onto the bed in agony. She cringed her teeth against the scream that wanted to protrude.

It took a few moments for her to steady herself enough to finally take another breath, and luckily, when she did, she resisted a scream. She couldn’t imagine how screaming would help now. Taking in a deep breath, much to the protest of her marred body, Amina opened her eyes once again and took a look around through the fresh tears welling there. She could get very little of her surroundings in just the light of the full moon, except that it wasn’t the castle. She was in some sort of small room and right outside the windows was the moonlight and the forest canopy. She was still in the wretched forest. Her eyes wandered from the window to the rest of the room, searching for any sign of movement. Was she alone? Where had the man gone? Suddenly she felt the sudden urge to figure out what he had done to her since she had passed out. He had promised no harm would come to her. Had he kept such a promise? Cringing, she used the least injured of her arms to reach the top of the blanket and pull it up enough for her to take a look at her own body. She was disgusted to see that she was naked, not a single piece of clothing remained. She felt a small amount of bile rising in her throat at the thought of the countless things he could have done to her. She didn’t feel like she had been violated, but would she? After all, her arm was taking up most of her mental capacity at the moment. Would she feel any other pain besides her shoulder?

Part of her wished she could see it, could see the damage that was done to her nearly perfect skin, but most of her was happy she couldn’t see the mangled mess she was sure it was. The only thing she really could see damage wise was a putty like substance that was covering most of the spots on her that were burning with pain. He had done something that maybe was supposed to heal her? Or maybe it was some sort of thing he was using to torture her? Gritting her teeth, she dropped the blanket and moved her arm back slowly to where it had been. The possibilities of what were going to happen to her while she was laying here were endless. Amina couldn’t help but wonder if she really had been saved. A year ago, she would have just been thinking of how happy she was that she wasn’t dead and how excited she was to go back home to see her family. She would have never imagined someone saving her to only hurt her further. Unfortunately, that was the problem when someone brought your world up and let it fall that much farther. Gavin had destroyed her in more ways than he knew. Trust issues were only the tip of the iceberg but now they were going to affect what was going to happen here. She couldn’t trust that this man had saved her just out of the kindness of his heart, that he meant what he had said earlier about not harming her further. She couldn’t trust that he was going to help her live.

The tears that had been lining her eyes were no falling down her cheeks. She didn’t want to die. Not once in her life had Amina ever even considered dying, except for that moment where she had realized she was going to have to live without Gavin, and even that had only lasted for a good five minutes. But she couldn’t help but want to die on the bed where she lay. No part of her wanted to imagine the things that he could have in store for her, so instead of imagine it, she just wanted it to end. If the world ended, she wouldn’t have to deal with the pain she was feeling physically, or the mental pain of living without Gavin. Yet, despite the strong feeling of wanting it to be over, she couldn’t help but have a will to survive. She wanted to live. She wanted a chance to say I love you to her family one last time, to tell Gavin that she loved him and couldn’t live without him, to tell her friends how much they meant to her. She closed her eyes tightly against the tears and willed them away. She would make it through this. Though she was damaged, she was going to do whatever necessary to get out of here alive. Opening her eyes one more time, Amina realized she was no longer alone. The shape of a man was in front of her and, from the height, she couldn’t imagine it was anyone other than the man who had pulled her off of the forest floor, removed her clothes, cleaned her up… and who knew what else. She swallowed hard as she waited for what was to come. “Thank you for cleaning me up…” she began in no more than a whisper, being typical Amina. She could never resist being polite, even in the most horrible of situations. Though with such a small voice, she felt nothing like her strong self. So she cleared her throat and tried to sound a little stronger. “What are you going to do with me?” She choked out the words which, despite her efforts, were not much louder than their predecessors. Her fingers gripped into fists as she resisted crying again. She would do whatever she needed to in order to survive, but she wouldn’t cry.

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[Osiris Moswen]

As Osiris headed back toward the only entrance into his cabin, he couldn't help but wonder if he had bitten off more than he could chew. He didn't owe the girl anything, he didn't even know her name. He knew that he was a good man, a self-sufficient man, but he wasn't in the business of messing with other people's lives. He honestly did have enough on his plate that he shouldn't be bothering with anybody else. Yet, he couldn't help himself. He didn't want her to turn out like the beast that had made her, and if nobody were here to at least answer any questions that she might have, then there was a very good chance that was exactly how she was going to turn out. If she didn't end up offing herself before then. Which, given that he had taken the time to start her on the healing path, would make him very put out with her. Kicking his boots to the side of the door he padded inside and shut the door behind him. The cold draft staying outside. He had only just reinforced the insulation a month or two ago. While he didn't mind the cold at all, having her shuddering and shaking all night long was only going to make matters worse for her. He couldn't even give her a shirt to make her feel more comfortable, not with her shoulder looking like that, anything pressing on her skin was going to make the healing take longer. He could see from the doorway that at least she didn't look any worse in the time that he had been outside. No angry red spots of infection spreading out past the paste, he would have to press some Aloe Vera into the leaves very soon. Which, she was not going to like. Hopefully she would still be unconscious for that little bit.

Crossing to the small counter space he reached behind him to clear the tea cups off of the table and into the pump-action sink. He did have some plumbing, but he liked doing it by hand and just couldn't bring himself to make the entire switch over to indoor plumbing, just like he didn't want to have all out electricity in his small cabin. He didn't like the sound of the electrical lines either. He had enough going for him in here to make things easier. Pulling the kettle from the fire with his bare hands he set it on a pot holder and went about mixing up some tea leaves into the holders so that if she so chose, she could have something to drink as well. He couldn't imagine that she was going to want to do much else other than lay there, if she even put forth the effort to sit up straight he would be impressed. Sadly, taking her back up to the school so that she could be with their experienced healer wasn't really an option for him. He couldn't risk crossing the threshold. He couldn't be caught or seen. He still wasn't certain that the Ministry knew exactly what he looked like, but he had to assume that they had figured something out by now. The cabin fell silent, the stew still stewing over the fire, not at any risk of burning any time soon. The water was still at a slow boil inside of the kettle next to him, and wind whipping up against the cedar logs that comprised the outside of his house, small wildlife taking shelter for the night outside. Slowly, he started to recognize the sounds of her whimpering as she shifted on the bed and fell still again. He considered giving her the privacy that she no doubt wanted, but he needed to mix the rest of the things into her leaves if she was starting to wake up.

Snapping a couple of leaves from a bushel resting on a shelf above his head he squeezed them easily into a sticky pulp and headed over to the bed. She was starting to come out of it, her wounds no doubt registering in her head as she attempted to piece things together. This was only the beginning for her. He could remember how it was his first few transformations, waking up in a place that he didn't recognize, cold and naked as he attempted to figure out how to get back home. Even worse, attempting to figure out what had happened the night before. It wouldn't get easier for her for a very long time. Standing over her, he wanted to make sure that she was aware he was going to touch her before he did so. He didn't want her jolting and reopening the wounds that were no doubt attempting to coagulate. “Thank you for cleaning me up…” He said nothing, he knew that her words weren't much more than a whisper, but he heard her loud and clear. She didn't need to speak up, his ears would hear anything she said, no matter how quietly she said it. Not that she had any real way of knowing that. His eyes flicked to her face, she wasn't going to be passing out again he didn't think, she was a fighter. “What are you going to do with me?” “Don't strain yourself, I can hear you just fine” was the first comment as he sat down on the bed next to her, there was nothing sexual or predatory about the way his hand moved closer to her, or the tone in his voice. He wasn't interested in women of her age, and certainly not like that. She was going to see his eyes soon enough, and would be frightened enough, he hoped she could tell that he wasn't going to victimize her the way that most people would do. “Help you” he said simply, and it was the truth, more or less. “This will hurt, try not to move” he said as he pinched some of the pulp with two fingers and started to massage it into the wounds on her bare stomach. Her lower half had looked just fine from what he could tell, her knees were scraped and her ankles a little swollen but nothing that needed real attention. Those were minor. It was her arms and shoulders that were the worst.

He tried to be quick, which meant that it would hurt worse, but for a shorter amount of time. He pushed the majority of the pulp into her shoulder, and hoped that before long the cooling properties might make her feel a little better. She was so very tiny. “When you can move, there are some pants in that chest. No shirts. You need to let that breath or it will get worse” he didn't care either way, nothing that he had was going to fit her in the slightest, he was almost two feet taller than she was and far larger. Yet, most people were strange about being naked in front of others, to him it was just the natural human state, no shame in it. “If you like, there's tea and soup. You're going to be in a lot of pain for a long time, you might as well not add famished to your list. He couldn't exactly ease her into this, there was just no point.

[Amina Krane]

The look on her face was nothing short of frightened. Here she was, laying naked on a bed, half of her body exposed to this strange man who was now standing over her. No, not just standing, looming. He didn’t look viscous, but the scene was just not right. How many times had she laid in this same position with Gavin hovering over her? Then she had been happy, blissful. It had been the beginning of a beautiful scene between the two of them, something you would see in the movies. This was nothing of the sort. In fact, it was more like the beginning to a horror film. A young, defenseless girl lays in a bead, naked and waiting for her captor to damage her. Waiting for the pain and humiliation that would follow traumatic events. But no matter what the scene looked like, when Amina looked in his face, she couldn’t see any intentions that looked anything but kind. He didn’t have the look that her first boyfriend had when he had gotten drunk and taken away her free will. Nor did he even look like Gavin had the one time he had gotten angry, and that time he hadn’t even been violent, just angry. This man held no expression relating to either. Yet, with his height, as he stood over her, she couldn’t help but feel fear in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t very good at hiding it either. Instead, she attempted to move again when he didn’t make any response to her thanks. Her shoulder protested once again. She wasn’t very good at figuring out that moving was a bad idea. How many times had she tried to move since that wolf had attacked her and how many times had fate not allowed her to do so? You would think she was smart enough to learn.

“Don't strain yourself, I can hear you just fine.” Amina’s eyes widened slightly at the sound of his voice. It was deep, much deeper than she had expected, but it was comforting at the same time. There was not even a hint of a threat within his voice, nothing that said he was going to hurt her. So when he leaned down and sat next to her, she didn’t move an inch. It was sinking in that he wasn’t going to harm her. Even if she felt completely vulnerable as she sat on the bed, exposed to the warm air within the room and exposed to his eyes, she couldn’t help but allow the calmness in his voice to change her mind about his intentions. Something felt wrong about allowing herself to be so okay with being naked in front of another man, but she couldn’t help but allow herself to calm down. After all, she had other things she needed to be concerned with. The pain in her arm for one, figuring out what happened for two. She watched with still widened eyes as his hand moved closer. Despite how relaxed he was making her feel, she couldn’t get rid of the frightened expression on her face. It was plastered there due to the combination of unfamiliar territory and the amount of pain she was feeling. ”Help you.” Those were the words she needed to hear. She was going to be safe. He had promised he wouldn’t hurt her, and now he was promising to help her. Finally realizing how tense her whole body was, and how much additional pain it was causing, Amina allowed her whole body to relax. The tension released and some of the pain in her torso eased, however her shoulder was still on fire. She wondered what he had put on it but she was sure, whatever it was, wasn’t helping as much as she would like it to. Fortunately, he had distracted her enough from the pain that the tears had stopped streaming down her face.

”This will hurt, try not to move.” Swallowing hard, she prepared herself for whatever he was about to do. That was when she noticed the bowl in his hands. “What..?” she began but her words ended quickly as he removed some of the substance and placed it on her stomach. The scratches there were minor, but despite their lack of severity, it took her biting her tongue not to scream. Instead, another whimper of pain escaped as she tried to keep her body as still as possible. It was when he moved to her shoulder that she had an impossible time biting it back any longer. His hands were quick as they pushed the substance into her wound and she was pretty sure that was making it worse. At one instance, he pushed hard enough that caused her to shriek for a moment before she clenched her teeth shut. She refused to scream. It wasn’t her style, but the pain was excruciating. Enough so that she could feel the darkness creeping up on her. Her body wanted to pass out, to not allow itself to feel the pain any longer, but she would also refuse that. She hadn’t been put in Gryffindor for no reason. She was proud, but also strong, and also courageous. She would tough it out and stay awake. She would make it with the help of the man sitting next to her. And finally, the pain lessened. After a few moments of catching her breath, she was able to open her eyes to see his hand had finally moved away. She lifted her head slightly to see the extent of the damage that she could, only to see more paste-like substance covering the scratches. She could only see some, her shoulder still completely out of sight, but she was more than thankful that her wounds only covered her upper half. From what she had seen when she had lifted the blanket, her lower half wasn’t a concern. She couldn’t imagine how she would be feeling had he needed to spread it to any more places.

”When you can move, there are some pants in that chest. No shirts. You need to let that breath or it will get worse.” Amina cringed at the sound of no shirts and let her head fall back on the pillow slowly. She had gotten over all body issues with Gavin over the summer. Half the time they were naked on a beach or on a terrace. There had been no issues with her being unclothed on those occasions, but it was Gavin. This was some strange man she had never met before. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and tried to push the thoughts from her mind. Thinking of Gavin wasn’t going to help her now. In fact, it was only going to make the situation worse. She just needed to get over the fact that she was going to have to remain mostly unclothed as she lay here healing. “Thanks,” she muttered, remembering him saying that she didn’t need to speak up for him to hear her. That was good, because after all the screaming she had done before, she was pretty sure her throat was going to be hoarse for days. ”If you like, there’s tea and soup. You’re going to be in a lot of pain for a long time, you might as well not add famished to your list.” She opened her eyes once again to look at him. “How long?” she asked, wondering why she even bothered asking that question. She could feel the pain, she knew it was bad. It was going to be a long time before she ever completely healed, if she ever healed. Cringing, she shook her head slightly as if saying she didn’t want him to answer that question. Turning her head to the side away from him, she took another look at the place. Now that she wasn’t crying, it was much easier to make out the location.

It was a wood cabin, or so it would seem from the inside. Of course, she wasn’t sure if there were more rooms or not so it very well could have been a house or a mansion. The bed was large and she was quite sure his, considering it would have to be massive to hold someone of his size. Amina couldn’t imagine how out of place she looked on top of it. Such a small thing as herself on such a massive piece of furniture. The image she thought up in her mind made her want to chuckle, just to relieve some of the stress she was feeling with the situation, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. Instead, she heaved a small sigh as she looked back over at him. It was the first time she was able to actually take in any features besides his stature. He was a good looking man with dark locks, and a really well framed face. His bare chest wasn’t half bad either. If she wasn’t lying in such a damaged state, she would downright say he was attractive, but far too old for her own tastes. His eyes were what caught her next. They were glowing gold. She wasn’t a fan of gold, for reasons she didn’t feel like thinking about any longer, but they were nothing like she had ever seen. They were beautiful despite their color. And they were familiar. Suddenly she was trying to place where she had seen them before when the memory came back of her lying on the forest floor, the gold eyes staring at her underneath the full moon.

A small gasp escaped her lips and, for a moment, she thought about trying to get up and run. Then she remembered running was not a possibility. She was stuck here at least for a small amount of time. Plus, why run when she already knew he wasn’t going to hurt her? But why wouldn’t he? Weren’t werewolves bad to the core? Or was that just rumors that people spread to make others afraid of them? She couldn’t imagine this man hurting a soul, except, of course, another werewolf that was attacking and killing someone. “You’re a…” Suddenly she was at a loss for words, despite how few she had said since their paths had crossed. She gulped and found whatever strength she could to finish, “werewolf, aren’t you?” she asked, knowing the answer full well before the words completely left her lips. There was no denying what she had seen in the forest. One had attacked her and another had saved her from sure death. As she remembered the first’s jaws tearing into her shoulder, she shuddered, a ripple of pain following it. It was eating her. A werewolf, had been eating her alive. Her eyes closed as she tried to rid herself of the images but a thought crossed her mind instead. She knew werewolf lore. She knew exactly how they got turned. Dread filled her to the core as she opened her eyes and looked at him again. “It bit me. Does that mean…” Once again, she was at a loss of words but no amount of strength was going to allow her to finish that sentence. It was all she could do to hold back the tears that wanted to fall and the bile wanting to come out of her stomach. She hadn’t even eaten so no doubt it would just be stomach acid, but even that would be unpleasant considering she couldn’t even really turn over just yet.

Pursing her lips, she tried to breathe deeply to calm down. She needed something to take her mind off of what had happened, she needed a distraction. “That tea sounds pretty good,” she whispered, despite the fact that it really didn’t. She just knew she needed to get something in her and the warmth would hopefully distract her from the thoughts now pouring through her head. If what she was thinking was true, she knew why he had said she was going to go through a lot more pain and she really didn’t want him to answer her question of how long. She wasn’t even sure at this point if she was still happy he had saved her.

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[Osiris Moswen]

Osiris hadn't always been this man, the cool, calm and collected figure that was helping the smaller woman now. Whenever he had been her age, it had been a different story entirely. He had been just as reckless and wild as the thing that had attacked her. There had been a time whenever he had run with a small gang of werewolves and gotten into more trouble than he liked to admit. Everybody had those events that changed their lives forever, it just so happened that his occurred very early on in his life, whenever he was fifteen to be exact. Since then, he had taken himself and his significant abilities far more seriously. He wasn't able to overlook the repercussions of his actions like his sister did. She was still carefree, even though she was locked behind bars, he had no doubts that whenever she got back, it would only be a matter of hours before her temper flared back up again. Though, he guessed, it was better that he had become a more serene version of himself over the years. Kept his head down, stayed out of trouble for the most part. The longer that he sat on the bed next to the child, the more at ease she started to look. Her face no longer pinched together in agony, whether it was because his presence soothed her, or the herbs mixed onto her skin were starting to work, he didn't have any real way of knowing. Once he had finished, he picked himself up off of the bed and grabbed a kitchen rag off the back of the nearest chair and wiped his fingers off, and returned the bowl to the small sink on the other side of the room. He was never more than a few steps away from her at any given time, but there wasn't much avoiding that. He had expected more of a reaction whenever he had pressed his fingers into her wounds, she might be able to survive the transitions after all. It wasn't uncommon for people in her position to off themselves after their first full moon, not wanting to go through the pain of those transitions once a month for the years that it would take to gain the self discipline required to change form at will.

In fact, most people hardly even remembered any of the transitions after the first one, it was the healing that always bogged them down, and the heightened senses. Not everybody could handle it, and even at his age, it took some focus to keep the rest of the world tuned out and quiet whenever he wanted to be left alone. “Thanks,” In his opinion, she had nothing to be thanking him for, she was in for a long, hard road. So, he ignored her comment even though he heard her perfectly. “How long?” If he had been in her position, he would have asked the same thing. He would have wanted to know exactly what was in store for him, so that he would know when exactly it would be over, when the good parts would start. He wasn't sure that she actually wanted to know, so, for now, he was silent still. Placing the metal tea cage inside of his own glass, he lifted the boiling kettle with his bare hands and poured some of the water into one of the pottery mugs that were on the counter and left it to steep, returning the kettle to the flames. He had pot holders, but his skin had already healed from the burns by the time that he had let go of the cast iron so he didn't often see the point in using them. Some day, neither would she. Assuming that she lived that long of course. He could hear her rustling about on the bed, but left her be. It wasn't like she was going to make a break for it any time soon, she wouldn't even know her way around the forest, let alone how to get back to the castle from here. He was very careful about that sort of thing.

He could feel his ears perk up, attuned to each sound that she made without meaning to be. Her gasp meant that she was very likely piecing together all of the events leading up to now to the best of her ability. “You’re a…” A small smile crossed his lips as he turned back around to face her, his palms resting on the counter behind him. He nodded once, wondering if she was actually going to be able to say the word that was bouncing around in her head. “werewolf, aren’t you?” He nodded once, not even the slightest bit ashamed of what he was, he had been born this way and long ago accepted it. He embraced and loved it. “It bit me. Does that mean…” he knew that she was terrified, but he couldn't help the small note of a laugh that left his lips. “It means that you are too” he said simply, matter of factly. It was the first thing that she was just going to have to accept about what had just happened to her. If she didn't the rest of it was all going to become fairly pointless very quickly. “Or, you will be very soon” the changes were no doubt already starting inside of her. The saliva from her shoulder wound would be mixing with her blood and over the next few days she would be burning up with a fever higher than anything she had experienced before, then the sounds would give her the migraines and it would only continue. Smells would be too sharp, images would be too clear. It would be an overload for her and he didn't doubt that she would just want to hide in a closet for days. He had whenever the transition had first started for him during puberty. It was overwhelming, and it would be until her first transformation, and then, perhaps, it would become more bearable for her. It would just take time. “I cannot tell you exactly long, as I've never had to go through the process quite like you will” he said simply, pulling the tea cage from his drink and holding the scalding mug in his hand. He meant that since he had been born this way, it had been different for him, and her experience was going to be all her own. He just hoped that she would have finished healing by then.

“That tea sounds pretty good,” Crossing back over to her in a few large steps, he set the mug down on the side of her good arm, and without permission reached under her arms to her rib cage and set her up in one fast, painful motion. At least it would be over quickly and she would feel better. “It's hot” he stated the obvious but let her be, instead turning back to the counter to fix himself the second mug.

[Amina Krane]

The cabin was quiet with her being the only one doing most of the talking. Even when she did talk, it was such a small voice that it hardly interrupted the silence between them. Once again, her thanks went without response. She hated people who didn’t accept her apologies or thanks. Gavin was like that. It was the one trait that had really irked her about him, yet somehow she had grown to love it as well. Many times over she had tried to trick him into saying ‘you’re welcome’ or ‘you’re forgiven’, but more times than not, he had caught her on it before she even had a chance to try. He knew her too well for that. He could read her mind before she had a chance to do anything, yet another reason why they were made for each other. Her heart ached as she remembered their last moments together before everything spiraled out of control. Once again, she had to push the images from her mind. Even when she was lying on a stranger’s bed naked, torn to ribbons by a werewolf, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to him. She wasn’t sure why she always liked to go to the most painful place in her mind all the time but she was damn sure that right now, she didn’t need any more pain, mental or physical.

When he got up off the bed, she allowed herself to take a few deep breaths. The worst of it was over, or so she hoped. When he put the bowl in the sink, she was sure that meant he was done aggravating her wounds, at least for now. She wasn’t looking forward to the next time he planned to do anything to her. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could bite back the screams. Even though it hurt, she could already tell it was worthwhile. Whatever he had put on it moments ago was starting to feel cool against her skin, but it wasn’t near enough to even dull the fire that was pumping through her. She didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth though. She was grateful for any sign of relief, but she was also rather grateful when he didn’t answer her first question. After the pain she was already going through and the emotions she was already trying so hard to hold back, she was rather sure getting more bad news would be a terrible thing. Though she really did want to know if her life was really going to be ruined forever with the pain she would endure, it was not the right time and deep down she knew that. To her surprise, her second question didn’t even faze him, or so it seemed. In fact, he didn’t change his mood at all when she asked if he was a werewolf. She had always imagined that people would hide something so terrible about themselves or be ashamed if someone called them on being some kind of monster. Why didn’t it affect him? His nod seemed just so… nonchalant. Was he proud of what he was? Was the wolf that had hurt her proud of what he was as well? Was she just another in the line of victims that he left in his wake as he enjoyed the thing he had become?

She was more than scared at this moment. She was downright petrified. If she was piecing things together right, her life was going to become the epitome of hell. When a small laugh escaped his lips, her fear became confusion for a small moment. And, for a small window, she thought maybe he was laughing at her because she was jumping to conclusions. Was she wrong? Had she heard the werewolf folklore wrong? Maybe it wasn’t a bite that turned someone into a werewolf. Or, maybe it was, but she had only been scratched. The small glimmer of hope was put out when he spoke. ”It means that you are too.” His tone was the same as before, but this time it didn’t calm her. The words only made it worse. Her heart began to race as what he said began to sink in. Though she knew what he was going to say before she had even asked the question, or at least half of it, she couldn’t prepare herself for the reality of the situation. Suddenly the blackness started to creep back. She was scared half out of her mind and she was sure her whole body was going to shut down. It was only a natural reaction to such a string of events. ”Or, you will be very soon.” Closing her eyes tightly, Amina rolled her head to the side away from him, hiding the tears that were once again falling. Of course, he had already seen so many stain her cheeks already, seeing more wasn’t going to tarnish her image more than it already had, but she hated crying in front of people.

As Amina took in raspy breaths, trying to keep herself from hyperventilating and passing out, she tried to reason with herself. It wasn’t going to be so bad. At least she was alive. She was able to leave here when she was healed and see her friends, her family. She was going to be able to still have a life. Being a werewolf was not going to be the end of the world, or so she hoped. So she tried to tell herself. ”I cannot tell you exactly long, as I’ve never had to go through the process quite like you will.” Sucking in a deep breath, she stopped her crying in a split second and rolled her head back over to look at him. Her confusion masked the pain for a moment. What did he mean he didn’t have to go through it like she would? “What do you mean? Don’t all bites react the same?” she asked, unsure of what he meant. She couldn’t imagine one bite was much different than another. Was it because her bite was just so… messy? She couldn’t see it, but she could damn well feel that she was missing a good chunk of the skin that used to be there. It was definitely more than your average scrape or gash. She wished she could see it just to put an image with the pain but, once again, deep down she knew that was a bad idea. If she was having a hard time holding herself together just feeling it, she couldn’t imagine how she would feel seeing her mangled body.

Thankfully, the puzzle he had provided had allowed her what she needed to put her emotions back into place. The urge to pass out and leave the world behind again was behind her once more and now she actually wanted the tea she had requested. Luckily, he was nice enough to keep his offer of the tea on the table and when she did request it, he crossed the small room in a few strides. Merlin, he was tall. And broad. And rather beautiful as he stepped into the moonlight that cascaded through the windows. She shook her head of the thoughts as he set the mug he had been holding on the table. She hadn’t intended on taking his, but if he was going to give it to her, she wouldn’t object. She needed something to calm her throat. Every word she spoke was coming out raspy thanks to her hoarse throat. The tea would help at least. As she started to wonder how she was going to drink the tea given her current position, she noticed him lean down. Before she even had a chance to prepare for what he was doing, or even be concerned that he was once again close to her naked body, his skin was against hers and he was pulling her up into a sitting position. She didn’t even have a chance to prepare herself for the pain she was going to feel so when the sharp pain hit in her whole upper body, she let out a shriek. The sound was slightly shocking to her ears since, thus far, her talking had been so low. This was louder, but still as raspy as her talking. No doubt she was hardly going to have a voice in the morning if she didn’t get something to soothe her throat.

As he moved away from her as quickly as he had come, she leaned back against the back of the bed, biting down on her tongue once more. Her eyes squinted shut as she leaned her head backwards against the headboard of the bed, waiting for the pain to not be so sharp. It only took a few seconds for it to die down to a level she could endure again and, once it did, she relaxed the tension in her body once more. That included letting go of her tongue which had pretty much become a chew toy by now. Heaving a sigh, she opened her eyes. ”It’s hot.” A faint smile crossed her lips as she took another breath and pulled up the blanket he had put over her. She moved it as close to her torso as she could without allowing it to touch any of the paste he had put on her stomach. At least she could keep half of herself covered. Once satisfied that the blanket was as far as she was going to get it without hurting her arm any further, she reached over and took hold of the mug. She could already feel the heat from the exterior as her hand touched it but she welcomed it. She needed something that felt familiar right now and it felt just like a cup of tea back at the castle. Taking a small sip from it, she welcomed the steaming liquid down her sore throat, even if it did slightly burn her tongue. That was the least of her worries. Taking in another breath, she felt her arm begin to sag under the weight of the mug and before she had a chance to drop it and spill the piping hot liquid all over herself, she moved it over to the table and set it down. No doubt she wasn’t strong enough to hold it that long just yet. She wondered how long it would be before she could. With the pain she felt as she set her arm back down at her side, she imagined it would be quite a while.

“Why are you helping me?” she asked bluntly, her eyes trained on the floor. Her voice was already sounding better even with the smallest bit of the tea but she was thankful he didn’t need her to speak up. It was already hard enough for her to talk in the first place, even if the tea was already beginning to work its magic. “You could have just left me there, left him to kill me. Would have been much less of a burden on you, I imagine.”

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[Osiris Moswen]

The girl seemed to be uncomfortable with the silence. Soon enough this room would sound unbearably loud to her. While he wasn't talking, he could hear the wind outside on the windows, the glass vibrating with the pressure, the deer a few miles into the distance, smell the fruit that he had neglected to harvest. Sure, the Cedar walls helped keep most of the smells at bay, but he could still pick up on them if he focused. He couldn't even remember the last time that he had been surrounded by honest silence. He might have made more of an effort to talk to her, no doubt she had a million questions that needed to be answered. A part of him was still waiting for her to pass back out for another couple of days. Once the fever hit she wouldn't have too much of a choice. The school would be looking for her, but that was more his problem than hers. It would all work itself out, in time, he hoped. Pushing the herbs into the cage and dunking it into the second glass of water he moved away from the counter and pulled out one of the chairs. Moving it just close enough to where he could get up easily and help her move again if needed, but still able to reach his kitchen counter where his tea was, he sat backward on the chair, his arms resting on the polished back. Osiris had always been more of an action man than a thinker, he wasn't too good with emotional duress. He had a very strong sense of right and wrong, and tended to stick to what he thought was right in most cases. It was the right thing to help the girl, and he hadn't cared to attempt to puzzle out his reasons why just yet. In hindsight, it was no doubt going to cause an issue for him. He could only hope that in exchange for helping her survive, she wouldn't betray his secret or location to anybody else.


Osiris had never put the effort into finding a mate, he was certain that if he had wanted to, his family could have helped him find somebody perfectly happy to live here in the woods with him, just alone and peaceful. Their offspring would be raised to live off of the land as he had been. He could imagine, that if he did have a daughter, he would have to have this conversation with her at some point in her little life as well. Since, no doubt, any mate that he took would have to be a werewolf as well. Meaning, that their children would be too. He could smell the saline running down her face, but didn't comment on it. The only experience he had with women younger than him was his sister, and she had always been too stubborn to cry around anybody. Yet, he could always smell it on her. Had it been his own daughter in this position, he could imagine how painful that it must be to endure. This girl however, with all of her train misconceptions about werewolves having been confirmed by the attack that had just happened, was no doubt having an even harder time coming to grips with the knowledge than say, a woman who had been raised to be ready for her first transition. “What do you mean? Don’t all bites react the same?” he shook his head. It was a more complex question to answer than just a simple yes or no. “No, but regardless. I was born a wolf. You, are becoming a wolf” No doubt that part had been left out of her textbooks. It wasn't common knowledge that werewolves were genetically made as well. “The gene runs in my family. I was the first in three generations to turn, and my sister after me” He didn't know why he was sharing, he hadn't ever really spoken to anybody about his family before. “The infant that turned you just now...” His voice trailed off, obviously irritated at the thought of the black wolf rotting on the forest floor. “was inexperienced at best. You will have a scar. Due to the violent nature and the fact that he meant to kill you...it's likely your first transitions will be worse.”

“on the positive, it will likely be the very last scar you ever have” he stated with an encouraging smile while testing the flavor of the tea he had just poured himself. Well. It was out there now, no point in sugar coating it. “What can I call you?” he inquired, taking a break in his story. “My name is Osiris” He had been known to lecture if he wasn't careful and she didn't need a history lesson while she was still healing. “Why were you out in the forest anyway? Doesn't your school have rules about this sort of thing?” it had been many, many years since he had been in school himself but given that not many students ventured out into the forest often, he had assumed. “Why are you helping me?” He gazed at her over the brim of his mug, it was such an odd question. Though, he supposed that he understood. “You could have just left me there, left him to kill me. Would have been much less of a burden on you, I imagine.” Setting the mug back on the counter he pulled his sweater over his arms more comfortably. “The infant didn't belong here. This is my land” he stated simply. “It was helping myself more than you, at first” he didn't go into much more detail than that, not yet anyway. Not whenever he was still unsure of whether or not she was going to live. Her bleeding seemed to have stopped actively flowing, but she was still a mess. “It was the right thing to do”

[Amina Krane]

No, but regardless. I was born a wolf. You, are becoming a wolf.” Well if she wasn’t confused enough now, Amina was in a full downward spiral. Born a werewolf? Was that even possible? She was pretty sure they had never taught that part of werewolves in her magical creatures or defense against the dark arts lessons. They had only talked about how to see the signs that someone was a werewolf and to stay away from them. Hell, they hardly talked about how you even become one in the first place. And now he was sitting here telling her that you could be born a werewolf too? Her emotions were so out of control, she couldn’t make sense of anything anymore. One second she was confused about his question, the next she was scared about the possibility that she could pass on this hellish curse, the next she was even wondering if it would be a curse. She had heard of werewolves that loved being what they were, hence how the gene survived at all. Most would just off themselves if it really was a terrible curse. Was he the kind that loved it? “The gene runs in my family. I was the first in three generations to turn, and my sister after me.” Her brows furrowed as she followed his words. He had a sister who was also a werewolf, but he was the first in three generations? Out of all the things she could have possibly thought in response to that comment, the only thing that came to mind was that there was a possibility she could have kids that wouldn’t be damned as she now was. How easily she forgot that she hadn’t even been a werewolf for a night and already she was considering it a curse. She didn’t even know what it was going to be like. No doubt she was tired if her mind was so quickly jumping from thought to thought, emotion to emotion.

”The infant that turned you just now…” As his voice trailed, her heart skipped a beat. While she was sure he wasn’t trailing for the same reason, she felt the sudden urge to throw up again. In fact, she even felt her torso lurch forward an inch or so as she held it back. The pain in her shoulder flared up for a moment before she leaned back against the bed again. The word turned had set her off. She wondered how long it was going to take her to be okay with knowing she, herself, was now a werewolf. As the urge to puke came on strong again, she realized it was going to take some time. Once again, she pushed the urge back as he continued. ”was inexperienced at best. You will have a scar. Due to the violent nature and the fact that he meant to kill you…it’s likely our first transitions will be worse.” Her eyes suddenly widened as her emotions turned from nausea to fear. She hoped this was just an effect of the pain and not permanent. Her head was swimming so quickly with emotions she was sure it was causing her to get dizzy, but she couldn’t help it. Especially the fear bit. “Worse?” she mouthed, not a single sound escaping her lips. She couldn’t manage to put her voice to the word. The fear that surrounded it wasn’t because she knew what he meant, but much more the opposite. The defense against the dark arts class she had taken in Florida that had gone more in depth into werewolves than the one in Austria, while not going into how a werewolf was made, did go into the transformation process. The book in much less detail than the professor that had taught it. He described how it was like reforming the human body into a wolf body all at once. If this man was saying it was going to be worse? She couldn’t imagine.

”On the positive, it will likely be the very last scar you have.” His light tone didn’t make her feel any better. In fact, it scared her that he was trying to make her feel better. It only made her think that he wasn’t exaggerating when he said worse. When she realized her bottom lip had begun trembling, she bit down on her bottom lip and reached with her good arm to the mug at the side of the bed. It was painful to move it, but she needed something, anything, to provide comfort and right now, it was all she had. Picking it up slowly to make sure she wasn’t going to drop it the moment it was lifted, Amina moved it over to her lips and took another small sip and then another, much larger than the previous two. The liquid hit her empty stomach like a rock and she only hoped she wouldn’t be seeing it again. Once she had her fill, and before her arm felt like it was going to give way to the weight, she set the mug down once again and settled her arm back at her side. This was going to be difficult to deal with, and she had only just begun.

”What can I call you? My name is Osiris.” The sudden change in topic stirred her brain as she tried to pull out of the petrified state she was in. “A-Amina,” she stuttered, trying to regain her composure again but failing miserably. This wasn’t something she was going to recover from so quickly. Every attempt she made was failing so finally, she just decided to give up. It wasn’t like her to be weak, but she figured this one moment, she was just going to have to deal with it. That was about as strong as she was going to get in this situation. “Nice to meet you, I think,” she added with a soft chuckle and a small smile, the only sort of happy emotion she could muster at the moment. ”Why were you out in the forest anyway? Doesn't your school have rules about this sort of thing?” Letting out a soft chuckle, something her body immediately objected to, Amina leaned her head back and looked at him without fear for the first time since she had discovered she was a werewolf. Her emotions really needed to be checked at the door next time this happened. “I’m sure it sounds cliché, but it was a complete accident,” she said, keeping her tone soft as to not aggravate her throat. He had already told her he could hear her no matter what. So at least she could keep one part of her body from getting worse. “I was doing prefect duties and some guys that make my life hell came down the hall so I ran. Outside was my first option and by the time I knew it, I was halfway through the forest.” Suddenly the images of the werewolf hit her again and she closed her eyes tightly, willing them to go away. She would be damned if those images haunted her for the rest of her life.

”It was helping myself more than you, at first.” Once again, confusion. She opened her eyes again and looked at him with the same furrowed brows as before. ”It was the right thing to do.” Her emotions flipped again back to some form of contentment. “Out of all the stories I’ve heard of werewolves, I think this is the first time I’ve heard of one doing the right thing,” she muttered, biting her lip as she realized how awful that sounded. They were still human, after all, even if only for most of the time. For a moment, she was sad that she hadn’t even considered one of them to be kind. Sad enough to make her want the tea to warm her up once more. Without thinking, she shifted her torso to reach for the mug with both hands, a normal reaction from every time she was stuck home in bed, sick. The moment she tried to move her bad shoulder, the pain shot through her upper body once again, sharp enough to cause another shriek and, as she moved back into place, she could feel something not quite right with her shoulder. Suddenly the pain was too much to bear and she could feel herself slipping. This time she couldn’t hold on.

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The growling of her stomach was the first thing to wake Amina from the deep sleep she had fallen into, but the suns rays shining through her closed eyelids was the main reason for her opening them at all. She felt like she had been asleep for days and could keep sleeping for weeks on end. As she slowly opened her eyes agaist the brightness, she realized quickly that she wasn’t in her dorm room. The sheets were wrong, the direction of the sun was wrong, and the fact that she wasn’t wearing clothes was even more wrong. As she tried to sit up to look around, she felt the pain in her shoulder throbbing and remembered rather quickly the events from the night before. Or was it the night before? How long had she been asleep? Her eyes roamed around the cabin as far as she could see but given her limited mobility and her lack of wanting to move, given the horrible reaction from the last time she had, she could only see the back part of the cabin. “Osiris?” she tried to say aloud, but it hardly came out as a squeak. As expected, her voice was nearly gone from all the screaming she had done. The small amounts of tea she had consumed before she had passed out were not enough to keep from losing her voice. Rolling her head to the side, she began to wonder what was going on in the rest of the world. Was anyone missing her? Had she been gone long enough for anyone to even realize she had been doing something other than her prefect rounds? The rounds she wasn’t even supposed to be doing that night since it was their night off. Why had she been so damned bored that she had go to and get herself bitten by a werewolf? The thought made her purse her lips as she resisted the desire to cry. Enough tears had been spent already for this cause.

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[Osiris Moswen]

Just as he had expected, the different between being born into this life and having it forced upon you confused her. Her school really needed to get their stuff straight. Most of all since he had first had knowledge that there was a man working for their Ministry that knew the truth about how werewolves worked. No doubt she would have to meet that man soon. The gap between the intel that the Ministry kept and what the students were being taught in school was significant. No wonder Darren thought that he had a big enough gap to get to the students first, recruit them right out of school. They didn't know any better. Perhaps if they were less focused on catching him to get to his sister, and worked on improving the curriculum right out of the gate, then they wouldn't be in so much trouble. Osiris had never really affiliated himself with one side or the other, he didn't consider himself a Death Eater, but he wasn't loyal to a Ministry that hated and feared him without ever even knowing him. He tended to lean more toward Darren and his organization in the past since Isis believed in it so wholeheartedly. Or, she did at least. That was before he had thrown her to the pigs and left her to whatever fate befell her. He had been working on getting in with another small group of wolves closer to Azkaban, the sort that didn't stand for the things that Darren did...but they weren't exactly high on their morals either. For now, they were his only hope. It was fortunate for Amina that they were out of the country at the moment, otherwise he might not have been home.

Turning his focus back to Amina he waited, giving her time to process and for him to enjoy his tea. She didn't seem like the stoic type, but this amount of pain tended to make people act less like themselves. She had a lot of her plate, and him continuing to offer up information ever few minutes didn't help matters, he assumed. She was doing well than some others that he had seen. The pack that he was running with lately tended to recruit a lot. Meaning, that there was a lot of new faces to memorize. Of course, almost all of their victims were willing, they wanted to become wolves. Then again, it wasn't exactly hard to convince somebody to make the change if you knew enough about them. Everybody wanted power, it was human nature to want to be a part of something, to be loved, included. The truth about the life and the people they had just joined didn't usually get disclosed until after the fact. By then it was too late. They would have had a field day breaking that little black wolf, had they been given the chance. “Worse?” he nodded once, finishing the contents of his mug and setting about looking for a bowl or two so that he could enjoy some of the stew that he had been making. “A-Amina,” She sounded like she was attempting not to shake, but it shouldn't last too much longer, he could already smell her blood starting to shift. “Nice to meet you, I think,” “Shame it had to be under these circumstances” of course, they wouldn't have ever crossed paths if she hadn't been there tonight, that much he was certain of. “Out of all the stories I’ve heard of werewolves, I think this is the first time I’ve heard of one doing the right thing,” He heard her, unsurprised by her attitude toward her new species. “That's a common opinion” was all that he said before she passed out once again.

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The past few days had passed in a blur. The weather didn't seem like it had any intentions of getting warmer for a long time, a frost was starting to take over the ground. The forest had been silent as of late, as silent as it could be either way. Amina hadn't stirred once, laying still as a rock though he could feel the heat radiating off of her. The few times that he had changed out the medicine on her shoulder and torso she seemed like she was starting to get better, little by little. The bleeding had stopped at least, and her wounds were just a sticky, healing mess. No doubt whenever she did wake up, it was going to be uncomfortable, but she might be able to move a little bit more. In another week or so, her healing was bound to kick in just enough to help her out. In truth, he had been glad that she had been unconscious for a few days now. He had been able to take care of the body in his own time, not having to worry that she was doing something careless back in his house. She was easier to take care of this way, and no doubt, she would have preferred it that way too. Her mind needed time to rest, and her body had to cope. She would wake whenever the need to eat was strong enough. He had spent most of the morning out gathering eggs and chopping more firewood. Not because he needed it to heat his house, but because he needed it to cook with. The heat would help break the fever, even if she was going to hate it. Yet, she couldn't exactly cover herself with clothing just yet. It would stick to her skin and tear away the brand new skin that was starting to form. With the basket of eggs dangling from his elbow and a large bundle of freshly chopped wood in his arms, he made his way back to the cabin. “Osiris?” At least she seemed to have pretty good timing, all things considered. Nudging the wooden door open with his foot, he went about unloading his wares into the house. Placing the logs in a metal holder next to the fireplace, the eggs into a small bowl on the table. “About time you woke up. I'll bet you're starving” he commented, not facing her. Placing the basket back outside of the front door he turned to her, fishing something out of his pants pocket and holding the small stick looking object up to her. “I found this for you” he extended her wand out to her and set it on the table next to her good arm. He didn't think she was going to harm him with it, and she couldn't go anywhere yet even if she did.

[Amina Krane]

As Amina waited for some sort of sign that Osiris was in the room, the room she couldn’t see too much of unless she moved her shoulder which she wasn’t inclined to do just yet, her mind began to wander. First it stuck on the fact that she was still lying naked in the bed. Sure the blanket was on her, but it was still one of the most awkward situations she had been in. It didn’t stick long on that subject, though. She could get over being naked, she was good looking enough not to care so much. But it moved to the real important matter at hand. She had found out so many things, things that a girl her age shouldn’t even have to come across let alone be cursed with. Now she had to figure out how to live with it. She had to decide what her next move was. Suddenly she rolled her eyes at her own stupidity. Of course she already knew what the next move was. She had to get her ass back in school and act like nothing happened, pretend like nothing had happened and that she wasn’t any different than normal. That the scar was just some freak accident, and so what if she disappeared on some nights? It wasn’t a big deal. She used to do that with Gavin all the time. That was her next move, but to do that, she had to get out of this bed. In order for her to get out of the bed she needed to heal. Unfortunately Osiris was needed for that and considering it had been half a minute and the only noise she could hear besides her own heartbeat was the rustling of something outside… Furrowing her eyebrows, Amina listened a little closer. She could definitely hear something outside. Or was it inside? It seemed loud enough to be right next to her ear, but there was nothing there. Unless it was on the floor.

Biting on her lip, she was about to try and move to see over the side of the bed when she heard footsteps. They were right outside the door and she knew that because the moment her eyes looked in the direction of the sound, the large shape of the man who had saved her life was in the doorway. As he walked in, she could swear he was stomping around, his footsteps were so loud. Merlin, was he trying to wake her up? He said he had good hearing, wouldn’t he have heard her say his name and know that she was awake? He began to put things away, but she didn’t move to look. Amina just laid there, hoping he would quiet down soon. ”About time you woke up. I’ll bet you’re starving.” She winced at the loudness of his voice but she didn’t say anything. Maybe she just hadn’t noticed last night that he had a loud voice. It wouldn’t surprise her since she had been so out of it. Hell, she was shocked she even remembered a sliver of the conversation they had. How many bits and pieces had she forgotten about that could be important in the days to come? “Famished,” she replied, once again, her voice barely audible. Her stomach added to the word, though, only emphasizing how hungry she really was. It sounded like a bear just coming out of hibernation. Was she really that hungry? She had eaten before she had gone on prefect duty.

”I found this for you.” As he held out her wand, she had a sudden urge to hug him. She couldn’t remember where it had gone or how she had even lost it but she was pretty sure she didn’t want to. All she knew was if she had her wand, she would at least be able to do some magic to help the situation. She wasn’t fantastic at medical spells but with her mother being a healer, she knew the basics. Once she got limited motion back, she would at least be able to suture the small scratches and get some of the larger one’s partially closed. Rather than speaking, she smiled probably the largest smile she had given him since they met, and watched him place it on the side table. Soon she would use it. Reaching up with her good hand, she rubbed her throat lightly as she cleared it. It hurt roughing it up, but she felt like despite the pain, it felt better than it had a moment before. “You don’t have to yell, you know,” she muttered as her hand dropped back into place. . “I can hear you just fine.” When her arm went back to where it was, she realized she didn’t feel the pain she had felt when she grabbed the mug, even when she had only used her good arm. Well, better arm. Furrowing her brows, she decided to chance moving. She bit her bottom lip and used her good arm to slowly lift her torso. There was a dull throbbing in her good arm and a somewhat sharp pain in her bad, yet it wasn’t anything nearly as bad as last night. Or was it last night? Could she really be healing that quickly?

Holding herself up in that position, she looked up towards him. “How long was I out for?” she questioned, her eyes suddenly trained on his expression. His face was flawless. Not a wrinkle, and she couldn’t even recognize a pore. But she felt like if she got a little closer, she could count every individual eyelash. Looking from him to another point in the room, she trained her eyes on the counter top. She could see the individual grains in the wood. Her eyesight had always been perfect, but she couldn’t even begin to comprehend what she was seeing. It was like her eyes had a film removed and suddenly she could see everything so clearly. It frightened her, enough that she moved into a full sitting position in one fluid motion. It hurt, no doubt, but nothing like it had when she had done it last, whenever that was. The movement pulled her lower half from under the blanket and suddenly she felt the cool air against the exposed portion. It was then that she realized just how hot she was. It was then that she also noticed the beads of sweat upon her forehead. “What’s happening to me?” she asked, her eyes flicking back to him. She had read about werewolves transforming at the full moon, but that was all she knew. Were they holding back? Was there really more to this than she knew? Her eyes were wide as she waited for some sort of answer. Did she want to know the truth? Did she want to know what else was waiting for her as the days passed?

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[Osiris Moswen]

Osiris knew that the eggs on the table weren't going to last forever. While he had been looking forward to some more of the stew that he had made the other night, the eggs needed to be used while they were still fresh. Opening the cabinet above the sink he pulled out a few bundles of various herbs and spices. He would have liked some cheese, but he hadn't taken the time to make any as of late. There was no way that he was going to risk a trip into town to purchase any either. Not at a time like this. Closing the cabinet the pulled out his cast iron skillet that his mother had given him whenever he had picked up the keys to this cottage all of those years ago. It had yet to let him down, even though he wasn't the best cook around. He did what he could with what he had, and he gave himself credit for that. At least he had butter, that was simple enough to make. Pushing the wire cooking rack into place over the fire that he had kept going these last few days with his foot he set the skillet on it to start cooking. It was rustic at best, and anything that he made wasn't going to come close to the fancy food that she was used to eating at the castle, but it would keep her from dying. He enjoyed it, but he wasn't certain if he enjoyed it because he was the one making it? Or if it was because it was actually decent. He supposed that now was as good of a time as any to find out. “Famished,” She was speaking softer than she had been the last time that she spoke. He had thought that given she had been out of it, healing for a few days now that she might have been a little better than she was coming across. Perhaps she could just hear her own voice reverberating in her own head and thus was compensating? She would have to get over it quickly if that was the case. People would look at her funny. It was one of those odd nuances that had taken him a while to overcome as well. He would think that he was speaking normally, whenever he was still whispering.

“You don’t have to yell, you know,” He couldn't help but to grin as his suspicions were confirmed. Her hearing was coming in, she was lucky that came first. Normally it all hit at once. The heightened senses, she was going to be upset whenever she realized that he wasn't speaking to her above a rumble. It was his way. “I can hear you just fine.” Shaking his head he set the butter to sizzle on the pan, wondering if she would notice that it sounded far louder than it should have, if not, she would tell whenever he started to break the eggs open. Once the butter had melted, he cracked open a good dozen or so eggs into the large heated skillet and let them start to cook, breaking up spices and adding it to the batch a little at a time. Waiting. She would comment on it soon enough. If not, it might be interesting to actually speak up and let her see how loud that it really was. She was going to be an interesting student, he hadn't even considered her to be that until now, but it was a fitting title. “How long was I out for?” easing backward from where he was crouched, he let himself sit on the hard wood floor of his cabin, clutching his wooden spoon in his hand for whenever the eggs needed to be flipped. “a few days, four to be exact” Whenever she jolted up in the bed, it startled him. No doubt that was going to tear something in her shoulder, how could it not? Was it really so surprising to think that after she had almost been mauled to death her body didn't want to compensate on it's own? The brain has defense mechanisms to help deal with catastrophe. “What’s happening to me?” Another smile. No doubt she was scared, and he wasn't helping. “You're changing.” He put simply, and went to flip the eggs.

They weren't going to be pretty, but they sure did smell good. Speaking to her over his shoulder he continued. “I can smell your fever from here. It's not all bad, you know, being what we are” He rose to his feet, letting the eggs continue to cook. “Whenever the full moon comes in just about another month, your transition will be complete. You will shift...and it will be the worst thing you've ever felt in your life” he figured he might as well lead with the bad. “But, the rest isn't so bad. I'm not yelling at you, in case you couldn't tell yet. Your sight, smell, all of it will be better. Though, I'm sure you never learned about that in school” he smiled, attempting to put her at ease as he pulled another bowl and mug from the cabinet for her to eat from. She was already moving around far better than he would have expected her to be, even if she didn't realize it totally yet. At least at this rate she should be able to feed herself, and go outside if she really wanted to. “You'll never really need another sweater again” He joked, it was true, he just liked the way that the wool felt on his skin. Pouring some water into the glasses he moved to offer her one, then grabbed the skillet off of the fire and placed it on a pot holder on the table. “This is nice too” he said, holding his palm up so that she could see the burns melting off of his skin before her own eyes.

[Amina Krane]

Amina couldn’t help but stare as she watched him move around in the section she would probably consider a type of kitchen. It was far less grand than even the kitchen in the home her parents were currently renting in Austria, and didn’t even hold a flame to the kitchen in Florida. Their fridge would hardly fit in the space, let alone the oversized oven, dishwasher, and trash compactor. Put all of those in here and there would be no room to sleep. But he seemed to make due as he noisily moved around a few things and placed a skillet over top of the only heating source in the whole place. Her eyes then followed his hands as he began to pick around the ingredients. Every time he moved, she could hear absolutely everything, including the rubbing of his sweatshirt, his pants, even his soft footfalls which, even for the size of him, seemed excessively loud. She couldn’t comprehend what was going on in the slightest. There was no way to explain it. Good hearing was the ability to hear a door open and shut from a few rooms away, not being able to hear the door unlatch, the foot falls shuffle through, the swing of the hinge as the door opened and closed. This was something else entirely. But was this a side effect of the attack, or was this something else? Had he gone against his promise and done something else to her while she was out. Suddenly she felt a small wave of panic wash over her and she suddenly picked up the edge of the blanket with her good hand and hugged it against herself. She knew he had said no fabric touching her, but suddenly she couldn’t resist. If she was right and he had done something to her while she was out, she had a right to feel vulnerable and want to find any sort of cover to make her feel less so.

It just didn’t feel right, that she would even consider he would hurt her after helping her, but her mind couldn’t help going straight to that conclusion. It was like her suspicion switch was on overdrive and just waiting for some reason to suspect him, while her guilt was set in the same position and making her feel bad for the same reason. She pursed her lips as she listened to the butter he had just placed in the pan begin to sizzle. Suddenly, the room was the base of a fireworks display that had just been lit. She had an overwhelming urge to cover her ears but she denied herself that pleasure. She had already done enough to her hurt shoulder, she didn’t need to add that movement as well. It was already throbbing bad enough, but not nearly as bad as she imagined it would be. As Osiris cracked the eggs, one by one, as expected, it was excessively loud. Even him putting something as simple as spices into the skillet caused her brain to be overwhelmed. “A few days, four to be exact.” Amina’s mouth about fell open and once she realized, she recovered quickly. “Four days?” she repeated, unable to believe it had been days. Hours maybe, but days? She wasn’t just feeling the hunger because of the attack. It was because her body had literally been starved. It was also no wonder her voice was so rocky as well. Not having been used in four days, it was bound to need to be woken up before it would be normal again. Something down it would most certainly help. Fortunately, he seemed to have that covered.

“You're changing.” Amina chaffed. “Understatement of the century,” she replied as she clutched the blanket a bit tighter in her hand. The feeling of unease had disappeared towards him but now it was strictly so she had something to hold on to. She really needed to consider getting some clothes, though. No matter how comfortable with her body she was, or even how blistering hot she was, she still felt awkward being around him with only a blanket to cover part of her. Surely her shoulder would be better by now? If not, she could at least do what she could to speed along the process. “I can smell your fever from here. It's not all bad, you know, being what we are.” Quirking an eyebrow, Amina lifted her hand a little further and took a whiff, but she smelt nothing other than the forest, the blanket, the herbs or whatever it had been that he had put all over her, but most certainly not fever. Then again, how would she even know what a fever smells like? “Whenever the full moon comes in just about another month, your transition will be complete. You will shift...and it will be the worst thing you've ever felt in your life. But, the rest isn't so bad. I'm not yelling at you, in case you couldn't tell yet. Your sight, smell, all of it will be better. Though, I'm sure you never learned about that in school.” She chuckled at the lighthearted way he spoke of something so awful. It was one of those nervous laughs, something to help her disregard the thought of… shifting. The thought sent a shiver up her spine.

“Oh is that all?” Another chuckle, and then a shake of her head. “Yeah, they pretty much left it at full moons suck, don’t get caught outside or a werewolf might kill you. Apparently they figured that was all they needed to share,” she responded, trying not to take everything so harshly. She could be one of those people that yelled and screamed about what was going to happen, or cry about how her life was ruined, but that had never been Amina. Even when something went horridly wrong, she allowed herself some time to react, and then picked herself back up. Her time to react had been four days ago, and the whole time she had spent apparently passed out in the bed. From this point in, she needed to suck it up and deal with it. It wouldn’t be easy, but she would manage… somehow. “You'll never really need another sweater again.” Taken aback slightly, Amina allowed her hand to drop the blanket as she placed the underneath of her wrist against her forehead. As it came away, it was glossy with sweat, but also rather hot. “I figured that was the fever. Are you telling me this is permanent?” she questioned, turning her wrist over a few times just to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. When she had concluded she wasn’t, she looked up to him just as he offered her a glass full of water. Smiling, she gladly accepted it and, without a question in her mind, downed half of the glass in a single gulp. It was a shock to her throat, but a good one. But she knew well enough, after many lectures from her nurse of a mother, that if she were to ever get stranded somewhere and find herself coming across a wealth of food or beverage, to not get excessive. Apparently people had found themselves sicker because of their overreactions than just starvation itself.

“This is nice too.” Amina looked across the small space to where his hand was held out, deep red burns covering the surface of his palms. She gasped as she set down the mug on the table, immediately thinking up the basic spell to begin healing burns, but before her brain could even contemplate it or her hand could grab her wand, the burn was mending itself. It turned a shallower pink, then it was hardly visible as it began to blend with his skin and, like magic, it looked like his palm had never seen any damage. She looked from his hand to him, then back to his hand, to the skillet, back to his hand. She felt an urge to do the same thing as he had just done, to get up and touch the handle, but she wasn’t that much of a masochist. “Holy hell,” she muttered instead, lifting her hand to her head where she, unconsciously, attempted to run her fingers through her hair. It was usually her reaction when she was in disbelief at something she had seen. One of those ticks a person had. However, instead of her fingers running through her hair like she had expected, they were met with the bulk of her hair still in the same rubber band it had been when she had been on prefect duty. From what she could feel, it was like a rats nest back there. Sighing, she laced a finger into the rubber band that was tying her hair back and gave one good tug. “So, what, you…” She thought about that word for a moment. “we heal quickly? I guess that would fall in line with what you said about it being a painful transformation. Guessing that’s some sort of defense mechanism against ourselves?” Of course, it was an educated guess so she didn’t feel she was too far off but the world of werewolves was still so new. Who knew, it could also be something adapted to protect them from hunters or something.

It hurt her arm a bit as she gave one more tug, but not nearly as much as it hurt her hair. Despite it being so messy, though, the small piece of rubber band came free and her locks fell against her back. She placed the small thing on the bedside table next to the mug she had been given and went to run her fingers through her hair. If her body wasn’t presentable, she would insist her hair be such. After picking her fingers through a few of the larger knots, she was able to smooth out the bulk of it to what felt like a better hairstyle than previously. She just couldn’t wait till she got to take a shower. And put on clean clothes. Well, clothes at all would do now. But her mind strayed from the thought of clothes as a sudden whiff of the food he had prepared passed right by her nose. Amina had never really drooled in her life, but she felt it was an extreme possibility at this point. In the back of her mind, her mother’s warning repeated itself, but she knew the moment she got a plate full of food, her mother’s nagging would mean nothing. Despite that, she swallowed the excessive saliva gathering in her mouth and grabbed her water glass instead, taking small sips as she tried to abide by the warning from so long ago. Who knew how starved her body actually was? The only thing she knew was that when it growled again, she was pretty sure something was growing inside of her. “Pregnancy isn’t a side effect of this whole thing, is it? Cause I swear there is something growing in there,” she joked as she placed the glass down and poked one of the unscratched sections of her stomach. She wouldn’t let this ruin her sense of humor if she could help it. At least not in the presence of another person.

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