I sighed as we walked down the rode to my house. His arm around my shoulders, our hands twisted together.

            He stared at me with the look I had come to know so well, the look he always gave me when he wanted to ask me a question, but was worried how I would react {most of the time it was completely different than he than he expected form me}. When he sighed I knew he was about to ask me a VERY important question that would make me decide on another important question that he had asked me a few minutes ago when we were almost killed.

            “Silent?” he called my name timidly.

“Yes, what is bothering you, Rudra?” I knew that answer would push him to ask me sooner than to beat around the bush.

            “Have you decided on weather you are going to explore your mothers side of the family or not?” Now I sighed again, why did that fact have to hurt him so much? The fact that maybe I wanted to be more than the crummy human I knew I was not, but to me the power, and beauty, {I thought with distain} which was odd for the normal girl. I mean, who would not want to be perfectly beautiful as soon as they become completely in control of there powers? Then again, I am not a normal girl, (even for a witch) in any way imaginable. I wanted people to see me, not what my magic made; was something I wanted more than any thing. I want the power so that I can prove to my family that I am just as important as my cousins are.

            “Yes” I replied not wanting to get into details

“And?” he ventured, willing me to go on.

            “I will leave tomorrow just before dawn.”

“That’s great!”, and even though his voice sounded happy, his arm became stiff, and his hand tightened around mine. A long silence followed, but then he unwillingly broke it. “Silent I ...” He stopped walking, pulling me to a stop with him. He grabbed my face and... I punched him before he could kiss me. UGH, I had forgotten about his in-human abilities, now my hand was throbbing AND he would be the one to heal it. Why did I have to date a werewolf?

            “Damn it!” I exclaimed angrily.  He was laughing, but still holding my face, his breath made me freeze. He laughed even harder before kissing me on the forehead. Then, he bent down and licked my hand, which healed instantly after. “Jess when are you going to learn? It hurts you more than it hurts me when you to hit me.” then his face became serious again. The question I was dreading came out of his lips “let me come with you, I don’t care if I have to stay in dog form to do so. I can’t stand being away form you, will you let me?”

            “NO” I screamed in his face, how could I let him do THAT? Not when I knew of the danger. He new better than any one what would happen if he stayed in his wolf form for to long, AND what would happen if my mothers side of the family would do if they knew a wolf-man still existed….ALIVE. His hands moved to my wrists and tightened.

            “You can’t decide that, it is my choice” was all he said before disappearing, but in truth, he was running, running away from me. Me, who he thought did not want him, but in truth only did not want him getting hurt. When I looked back up, I realized without him supporting me I had fallen to my knees. Rising up I started to wipe my tears away. I want to tell him, but what can I say? “my mom’s family will kill you if they knew what you are” or maybe “my grandmother is the one who killed your parents and now thinks your dead, she is the one who sent that assassin.” Yeah,  he would LOVE that. Wit a sigh I walked into my house with two facts on my mind.

1.) I HAD to find a way to get Rudra into my families school/castle.

 and

.2. ) I had sighed a lot today.

                        The next morning was hectic. Every one was packing different things, most of them were things I knew I was not going to need at my new school. With the entire ruckus, no one noticed a little brown puppy slipping into one of the bags