He was greeted with nods, quick pats on the back and fluttering smiles. Walking inside War looked around, his eyes searching for her familiar shape, the smell that was slowly losing its hold on his brain. Catching Margaret's eyes as she poked her head out of a doorway, War twisted his lips. She looked like someone was holding her hostage, at seeing him her eyes widened before vanished back into the room.

War let a slow growl enter the hallway, she knew something.

Using his hand to shove the door back open, it made her jump with a flushed set of cheeks. She fidgeted around, making her hands seem as though they were busier than they really where. Those flickering know all eyes landed on him only a few times, making his suspicions even more real.

“Margaret” He took an opposing step towards her. Finally she made full eye contact.

“Oh welcome home War, glad your safe.”Her smile was pushed, hands straighten out some unseen wrinkles in her dress when she tried to pass him. Grabbing her upper arm War turned his head to the side, getting closer to her cheek.

“You know something, speak” Margaret looked up at his dark forming eyes, her breath unsteady.

“I know nothing” War nearly barked out a laugh. If there was one thing he could count on it was Margaret knowing everything that went on within the confines of the manor. She had seen to that herself.

“I am unsure if you are foolish or brave to lie straight to my face” Eyes completed their dark stages warning her to tread carefully. Sighing out, Margaret looked out the open door before looking back at War.

“She isn’t here.” Her eyes held an apologetic look, one War detested as he dropped her arm. Nostrils flared to the many idea’s that were swimming within War’s thoughts.

“How long?” Margaret shrugged a little to his question.

“She’s been coming and going a lot more lately, but this has by far been the longest she’s been gone.” Eyes remained calm as War’s filled with distaste.

He tried to wrap his head around the idea of her coming and going as she pleased, but yet not running like he’d thought she’d of done the second he was absent. The longer he allowed himself to think, the more it lead to one reasoning. Giving off a territorial snarl in her face he bellowed.

“No!” Having no time to catch him, Margaret watched as his massive frame exited the doorway towards the room with the wall. She groaned chasing after him.

Both hands crashed against the door, startling all the men within the room. Flipping over a table holding a few Lavoro’s War brought out the silver rays within his eyes. A call sign of his true beast. Being born like he was, gave him advantages over the bitten ones. Everyone stayed silent allowing his inner darkness to rip apart the room.

Margaret walked in, stepping over a few pieces of parchment. Her fingers gripping the center of her dress. A few men passed her a glance, one shaking his head lightly to stay put.

“War you must calm down” She tried a soothing voice in hopes it would ease him some. It did not.

“Where is she?” It hissed at the end, fingernails extending like that of a cat ready to sharpen his nails on a tree. Abraham stepped forward.

“She was given a Lavoro War” He was careful in how he spoke, calm but assertive. Silver eyes turned on the man, his feet moved in a flash hovering over Abraham as though he was nothing more than a child about to be scolded by a parent.

“Who authorized that?” Margaret covered her mouth with one hand, shaking her head in hopes Abraham wouldn’t speak.

“I did.” He said bravely holding his footing, eyes daring to look down. Blowing hot breath over Abrahams face War snarled dripping silver from fangs.

“I trusted you to train her, not send her about.” A hand waved to the door, letting his words darkin with every turn.

“She has trained, surpassing all in each test. I had nothing left to give her.” Abraham argued his case as others nodded, knowing what he spoke was true. War gave a growl rumbling his chest. A hand came up dragging through his dark hair, breathing calmed while eyes slowly became more centered.

“Her studies?” He snapped giving Abraham a deadly glare.

“Done, she’s practically read everything in the library.” War gave the man a slight twist of a brow, hard for him to believe she had been that efficient in her tasks.

“She’s had several Lavoro’s War” Margaret spoke up, taking another step inside catching War’s attention. He turned to his men, their nods confirming her words.

“How many?” Turning to Abraham.

“This is her third, she doesn’t normally take this long.” He added giving War a puzzled look. Grounding his teeth together War moved to the wall, eyes running over its lists. Finding her name upon his Kin stole his breath, turning to face them he looked from one face to another.

“Only three and she rests on the board?” A heavy finger snapped over her name engraved in silver. A few squirmed under his gaze while Margaret and Abraham seemed calm.

“She has contributed more than most, only keeping a poor amount for herself.” A shrug was given to the understanding of why she did such a thing. Looking back at her name, War moved his finger over the scrolling when the door to the outside opened. Eyes turned to see the newcomer, when his breath stuck inside throat muscles.

Everything ached. Every muscle, bone and fiber of her being screamed to just rest. But Siana knew if she stopped, she’d not bother to get back up again. That creature had done a well job of messing her up, leaving cuts throughout her body, a deformed leg and a heavy heart.

Siana looked down at the makeshift splint she’d fashioned with the resources available to her, not having much to go off of she had tied two decent pieces of wood to either side of her leg. Cord from vines held it tightly to her leg, but the chafing was now starting to cut into her skin. Her fear of being smelt was far higher than infection setting in, she could fight off the infection- not an attacker.

At least not in the shape she proved to be in now.

Each step proved more daunting than the next, making her body stiffer having to over work muscles that didn’t seek out to being used as often. Feeling her hunger spike, Siana grumbled realizing she’d forgotten to take that pill Margaret had sent her off with. It aided in keeping her temperature even along with mentality.

Margaret wouldn’t tell her what was happening, just that they would have it resolved when War returned. She scoffed at the mentioning, no one knew when that man would return if ever. And Siana refused to hold her undying breath in hopes he would come back.

She got why he left so frequently, the freedom he must feel with every step passing. What she didn’t understand was why take her from a loving home, only to leave her alone with beings who’d rather see her slaughtered. Her head shook knocking thoughts out.

Feet crunched as the snow became thicker the higher she hiked, from the base of the hill she could see smoke from chimneys of the place known as home. A long groan at the distance between her and a hot bath was all she could think about. If she were lucky a hot meal would be nice as well, perhaps she could convince Margaret in letting her eat her meal in the bath. She sighed to the daydream.

Almost sure she’d get inquiring looks at her appearance, Siana cared very little. She knew well how disheveled she much appear. Blood stained almost all of her body and clothes, while still opened wounds dripped a insignificant blood trail. Not many would be out at this hour, since it had turned far colder than even they liked.

So when her footing lost its hold, face crashing into a fresh snow bank she didn’t even care to see who saw. Only thoughts of pushing onward were what crossed Siana’s mind. She just had to turn in her Lavoro and then her time would be hers, doing as she liked with it. Bath, food. She repeated silently with each step onward.

When fingers gripped the ice cold handle to a door leading into the room of the Wall, Siana breathed out a long breath of relief. How air kissed her frozen cheeks, snow dropped off her heels melting into a puddle at her feet. It didn’t even register to her that the room looked as though it’d been tossed about.

She saw Abraham and slowly closed the door making her way to him. Pulling her Lavoro from behind her back sticking it out to him, he gingerly took it eyes never leaving her half closed ones. Catching his scent had been her first making, then eyes landed on his larger frame to most males who dwelled within the manor.

They stares for seemed to long for Siana’s legs. Giving him a nod she stepped over a piece of what looked like a table before brushing past Margaret. The standing had been too long, and her leg finally released. A wall broke her first fall making her head rattle like rocks rolling down a already bumpy hillside. Hearing his name being called out wasn’t the first thing she experienced, it was the hotness of someone's breath against her neck.

All weight seemed to vanish as if her body was floating along a warm river. Its breeze just as inviting as if ran through her hair with a fastness like no other. A low rumble against her side felt like someone had stirred her hunger awake. Something smelled so good her lips parted in hopes of being able to taste the air better.