A/N: Ignore Princess Kate and Prince William, but pretend Prince Williams outfit it all yellow, and his sash is golden, and has a sword on his hip that has a golden hilt, Kay? You'll understand further in the chapter in case you thought this was just a random picture to the royals.

Also, there will be more dragon tongue in here.

Stella's P.O.V

                 Andy carried me, as he, Rae, Joe, and Pete ran through the corridor. We came across and intersection, and Pete and Rae looked around.

                                    "Which way do we go?" Pete asked.

                                    "Uuh, left, try left." Rae said quickly.

                 The boys listened, but instead of coming across an exit, we were in the lobby, surrounded by Hunters. I hissed at them, and burrowed myself farther into Andy's arms, not wanting to be bear the Hunters. Somewhere among the Hunters, someone started to slowly clap. Pete, Joe, and Rae made a semicircle infront of Andy, keeping me out of sight from whoever it was, till I heard the voice.

                                   "You know, you could've made it out of here alive, but you've got something that belongs to me." He hissed.

                     I growled, and yelled,

                                    "I belong only to my mate, not a filthy human like you!"

                    The man laughed.

                                    "You do if you want your Friends to live. If not, I'll have you and your Friends killed." He threatened.

Third Person

                      Up on the roof, Patrick shot up into a Kneeling Position, his head down, and let out a feral growl. He lifted his head, and as he did, slowly opened his eyes to show very bright yellow Irises, and the pupils shaped like needles. He sniffed the air, catching the scent of someone's blood. His mate's blood. Snarling, he shifted to his Dragon form, and took off into the air, circling the building, looking for a way to get inside. He flew higher to see a sky light, he looked through seeing Andy holding Stella, while Joe, Pete, and Rae were infront of them. They were surrounded by Hunters, and then he seen the man he despises, pointing a gun at them.

                                      "Your not hurting anyone this time." Patrick growled, diving through the skylight, and landed infront of his friends, belting out a ferocious roar, glaring at the man infront of him.

Stella's P.O.V

                     I looked up, hearing the sound of glass shattering, and seen Patrick. I smiled, but noticed his eyes were different than what I've seen before. His eyes showed barely any trace of human within them. I winced slightly when he landed infront of us, scattering some of the Hunters, and roared with such ferocity it shook me slightly. Looking up at Patrick, I seen him glaring at someone.

                    Patrick growled at the man, Shifting human. I asked Andy to put me down, and walked, hobbled really, over to Joe, using him for support and stared at the man infront of me. Honestly, he looked like he came out of a fairytale, with what he was wearing. His entire outfit was yellow, besides his sash and sword on his hip, which both items were Golden.

                                "Patrick?" I asked, uncertainly.

                Upon hearing his name,  the man looked over his shoulder at me, and I seen his eyes, which looked exactly like they were when he was in his dragon form. He smiled, but quickly frowned, mostly likely seeing what kind of state I was in.

                                "Who did that to you?" He asked angrily, and in Dragon Tongue.

                                 " ...The Hunters." I spoke softly.

                  Patrick growled, clenching his fist.

                                  " Give me the order, I'll kill every  Damn Hunter here."  He said, apparently not in the mood to speak English.

                                 " My King, is it wise to kill them all now?" Andy asked, using Dragon Tongue as well.

                                  " Why isn't it? We'll be rid of the Scum who've hunted us all these years." Patrick hissed.

                 The man infront of Patrick took a step forward, and things happened in a chain of events. Patrick pulled his sword out quickly from its sheath, pointing at the mans chest. The Hunters pointing their guns at Patrick, and Pete and Andy Shifting to their Dragon forms, ready to defend their King and Friend.

Patrick's P.O.V

                  I growled darkly at the man infront of me.

                                  "Not another step Richards." I hissed lowly, speaking English.

                                  "You should know that I hold more power over you with guns, than that ridiculous sword of yours." He said smirking at me.

                  I chuckled, shaking my head, and pressed my sword harder into his chest.

                                  "You should know, Thomas, I hold more power either way." I sneered, sheathing my sword.

                                  "And how's that, Hmm? The only way you have Power is that Mate of yours, who can't do anything as of right now. If I was you, I'd leave her here, She's dead weight anyway." Thomas said, continuing to smirk.

               I narrowed my eyes, and pulled him towards me, unsheathing my sword again, and put it near his neck.

                                   " I dare you to continue those suggestions, because, if I was you, I wouldn't. I'm very capable of slitting your throat." I growled lowly.

              Thomas huffed, and pushed me away from him, fixing his shirt.

                                 "Still bug out with a little wrinkle?" I asked smirking, this time, not sheathing my sword.

                                "Look who's talking, from the man who decided to wear colorful suits during his solo career. Tell me again, how many albums did you sell during that time?" He asked, raising a brow, and caused me to growl.

Stella's P.O.V

              'Thomas', as Patrick had said, was getting to Patrick. I could see how Patrick tensed up, and how he lifted each finger slowly, and delicately, from the hilt of the sword. If I focused closely,I could see him shake.

                          "Patrick, this is just what he wants from you. He wants you to react just like what your doing." I said quickly.

                 I could hear Patrick take deep breaths, calming himself down, as he stepped back, sheathing his sword. He looked over his shoulder, nodding once, saying that he understood. He looked back at Thomas and growled,

                          "Next time, you won't be standing." He vowed, turning, walking away from Thomas, and towards me.

                         "What are you? A Coward?" Thomas called, taunting Patrick.

              Patrick stopped, but didn't look back at him. Instead, looked into my eyes before he answered with,

                        "No, I'm just not like you, nor do you have something that belongs to me."

               He then continued towards me, and stopped infront of me. Patrick lifted his hand, laying it gently on my left cheek, and rubbed it gently with his thumb. I closed my eyes, leaning my head into his cheek. Opening my eyes again, I looked into Patrick's, and smiled.

                        " Kitty." I said, earning a smile back from Patrick.