I hear voices call out my name. They sound desperate and distant. They sound familiar, but I can't remember the faces the voices belong to. Whoever are the owners, they sound very frighten.

It was like I went unconsciousness and yet my body move like I was awake. However it was someone else steering. Like a ship that was lost from its captain and taken over by another.

My body is the ship and I am the captain who lost it. I have to watch helplessly as the new owner destroys the ship to dust.

I feel my claws rise and scratches against what felt like flesh and I hear someone yell in pain as they call my name. Trying to make contact with me.

Suddenly its like the invader has retreat, back to her own ship to wait for another opportunity and I am shove back to the ship's wheel once again in control of the body.

As if I had woken up from another nightmare my eyes burst open. I was on my hands and knees with a red fabric toss over me. My hands clutches the ground, I let out a gasp when I see blood in my nails.

I raise my head to see a sword in my face. Slowly I raise my gaze to the holder. A young man stares down at me, hesitantly he lowers his sword, but I knew he didn't trust me.

And I knew I would never forget the look of horror that had vanish as soon as Aaron realizes its me.

I scramble to my feet, turn around, and run. Its the first instict that came to mind. I ignore his calls and force my trembling legs to move faster. I need to be alone and far, far away from him. I shove through tree branches and ignore the tightness climbing up my chest. I gulp my fear and worries down, but they seem to keep clawing back up into my brain.

I wipe tears that flows down my cheeks like a waterfall. I stop running to catch my breath, but I couldn't. I couldn't breathe.

Placing a hand over my chest I try to breathe in. My chest rises up and down rapidly. I can feel my lungs struggling to cooperate. The tears streaming down my cheeks didn't help either. I claw at my throat as I fall to the ground, gasping for air like a fish out of water.

Suddenly Aaron stands in front of me. He holds me by the shoulder and look into my eyes.

"Hey, hey, it alright," he says breathing heavy himself. "Its okay, just breathe. In and out. In and out. Slowly. There you go. Good." I remember this exact moment in his castle when he rushed into my room and told me the same thing when I couldn't breathe after having the nightmare of Grandmama.

I take in shakey breaths and my body shakes with me, he pulls me in close for a hug, to steady me. I sink into his embrace as I slowly catch my breath. I focus on his warmth and how his arms feel so caring around me.

"You're okay. Everythings alright. You're safe." He soothes like he's talking to a frighten child, but then again I might as well be one.

A wave of mix emotion washes over me and suddenly I'm sobbing. I feel so angry and frustrated, embarrassed. I should be kicking things or screaming, but no I was crying like a baby which made me even more furious.

"Im so sorry," my voice cracks as I try to speak. I bit my lip to stop a sob from escaping.

"Shh, its okay." He says as he rubs his hand down my back, trying to soothe my worries away.

"Its not okay! Nothings okay!" I hiccup, "Im a monster."

"You're not a monster."

I scoff, "Yes I am. I saw it on your face. You saw me as a monster." I pull away so I can look at him.

He's missing a sleeve. It looks as if it had been ripped off. His hair's a mess, but it was already like that and he didn't bother fixing it. What really caught my eyes was the three claw marks on his arm where his sleeve was torn off. Blood trails down his arm.

He covers it quickly when he notice me staring at it, "Its just a scratch."

"I hurt you." I whisper turning my gaze to the ground, "You should've killed me." I say as I pull my knees to my chest and clasp my arms around them. I look down at the blood on my hands and I feel sick all of a sudden. I hurted him.

"What? No! I would never hurt you!"

"But it wasn't me! You would've killed the wolf. You should have. She would've kill you without a doubt. She could have killed you." My voice shakes at the thought. I start rocking myself, all the memories of that horrible night flashes through my mind and I imagine what I could've done if my red cloak wasn't thrown at me. I could've kill Aaron.

He places his hand on my cheek to make me look at him. "But she didn't. I'm fine. I had to distract her while your Uncle sneaks up from behind to throw your cloak-" he stops. "Your uncle-"

Realization hits and we both jump to our feet. We both know that if we loose Uncle we loose our way to Kaaesa. Worst case of the scenario is that he gives our location and plan to Axel's wolf pack.

I follow Aaron to our rest stop to see Uncle packing away flasks of water that were thrown to the ground. We both release sighs of relief when we realize that he hadn't left us.

Uncle looks up at us and stops what he's doing to approach me. He asks with concern, "Are you alright Rieka?"

I blink, alittle shock that he was still here, "Uh yes, Im... Im fine." I stammer.

"I am so sorry Rieka. Don't blame yourself, it was my fault." He takes my hand in his, "I thought you were ready. Clearly we'll have to practice more-"

"No." I interupt, bringing my hands to my sides, "No more practice. Im done."

"But-"

"No, Uncle, I will not risk anymore lives. Not again." I turn to Aaron. My gaze drops to the deep claw marks on his arm. I bring my gaze to his eyes, "Never again."

I turn to Bently and start packing the rest of our stuff, feeling the need to keep myself busy. I need to keep my mind off things, but as I open up one of the saddles' pockets I find a roll of bandages. I take it out and turn towards Aaron who's refilling a flask of water that he must've dropped when he saw the wolf go into attack mode.

I bit my lip, thinking of going over there and help the wounds I gave him. Its the least I can do after I lost control. I clutch the bandages in my hand and my cloak with my free hand as if afraid someone will snatch it away and I'll loose control again.

"Hey," I call out, but it sounds more like a low whisper, nonetheless he hears me and turns. Concern in his eyes as he looks me up and down. I hold out the bandages, "I brought these for you to cover up your wounds." I look down at the ground, feeling shy all of a sudden.

I hear him approach and his brown leather boots comes to a stop in front of me. I look up as he gently takes the bandages away. "Thank you, Rieka," he says softly, with a gentle smile on his lips, "Would you mind helping me though? I'm right handed," he gestures to the claw marks on his right arm.

I nod my head, "Uh yeah, here sit down." I intruct him to sit by a tree and I sit down next to him, leaving a small space between us. I take his arm and gently start to wrap his arm. I was starting the second layer when he sucks in air between his teeth and I pause. "Sorry," I say, guilt washes over me. "Maybe Uncle should do this," I move to stand up, but he reaches out to stop me.

"No, no, you're fine, I'm just being sensitive, thats all." He laughs lightly, "Besides I highly doubt he has a gentle touch like yours."

"I heard that!" Uncle calls out, making us laugh.

I continue wrapping up his wound in silence, but I can feel his gaze on me. I lower my head down so my hair will cascade around me face in attempt to hide myself.

"I'm sorry again for hurting you," I say, feeling the need to apologize once again. I feel like I owe him a hundreds of apologies, but we would be here all day if I were to attempt to.

He lets out a sigh, "Its okay, you didn't mean to." He seems to understand the guilt I have which I appreciate, but I can't help, but feel more guilty as I do not deserve his sympathy.

"How long do you think before we reach Kaaesa?" I ask as I continue wrapping his arm. I probably wrap it more than necessary.

He lays his head back against the tree, "We should be coming up to another town call Ambervault, its on the outer side of the kingdom, and outside of it is Lake Tristan. We should reach it by this afternoon."

Finally, I tore the bandage away from the roll and tie the end of the bandage around his arm to hold the it in place. "And then we'll leave for your home tomorrow morning?"

He nods as he brings his newly bandaged arm to his side to examine it, "Yes, and we should be there by the time Sherrie's party starts." He stands up slowly and holds out his hand for me to take. I look at it and he gestures for me to take it so I do.

His hand feels soft againist mine as he hoists me up, "I was hoping you'll stick around to help us celebrate," He continues, with a twinkle of hope in his caramel eyes.

I step back and wrap my arms around myself, "I don't know Aaron, the full moon will be up soon." I say hesitantly.

"But you won't have to worry about the moon, remember? You'll be free from the wolf, which is why we'll be celebrating." He takes a step towards me, "Its not just Sherrie's birthday we're celebrating; we're celebrating for a war that will not come to pass thanks to you."

I can feel my cheeks warm, and my heart flutters in my chest like a butterfly when he looks towards me. I wonder how can a young man like himself can make me feel so weak in a strange way.

"I have nothing to do with stopping a war," I say as I turn away to look at a tree. "I'm just here to break my own curse."

"Maybe, but you also warned us of Axel's plan. Without you we'd never would've known about his idea of conquering the world." He nods his head towards his horse, "Now enough of this, we have to keep moving so we can all get back to the party that you'll definitely be attending."