Francis came back into the apartment at one o'clock, as usual. He quickly noticed Arthur wasn't in bed. He wandered throughout the house looking for him, to no avail. He finally walked over to Feliciano and Ludwig's house to see if they had heard him leave. "Francis?" Asked the bubbly Italian when he opened the door, "why are you up so early?"
"I'm sorry...Arthur is gone!" Francis said, looking down. He still couldn't risk showing his teeth.
"He's gone?" Asked the deep voice of Ludwig.
"Oui, mes amis. He wasn't in bed at all, and I don't know where he went," he confessed.
"I'm sorry, Francis. We haven't seen or heard him. Hopefully you find him," Ludwig said. Francis nodded and let the couple go back to sleep. He quickly left the building. That's when he caught the scent. Arthur's scent of cigarettes and tea. And a smell he wished he'd never have to smell again. The smell of werewolf.
He dashed around, following the smell of Arthur and the wolf he used to call friend, farther and farther downtown. And closer and closer to Arthur and his enemies. The wolves.
He swore on his immortal life that if they took Arthur away from him, he would destroy the wolves entirely. He couldn't lose his true love again.

Once he reached the lair of the Wolves, he began looking everywhere for his beloved Arthur. He searched everywhere, and avoided wolves at all cost. So far, he saw no hunters, but that could change in an instant. "Antonio, you bastard!" He heard an Italian accent yell.
"What did I do?!" Exclaimed a voice that was familiar to Francis. A voice he used to trust.
"You are luring your best friend here, and you're going to kill his mate again! What the hell is the matter with you?!" Yelled the Italian. So they were going to kill Arthur. Francis felt anger rise in his chest, but he didn't attack just yet.
"I'm sorry! It's for your safety! I don't see why you even care for the human anyway!"
He heard a loud slap echo the through out the hallway. "Bastard! I care because it sucks ass to lose someone! I lost my brother, or have you forgotten?! And so what if I die?! Then maybe I can see Feliciano again!" Shouted the Italian.
'Feliciano?' Francis thought.
"Lovino, I'm sorry, but I don't want to lose you!"
"I Know you don't, bastard, but I never wanted to be a wolf, and you knew that. Yet you changed me. Do you ever think things through?" The Italian said, his voice growing softer.
"I'm sorry Lovi...I just....I never want to lose you. You mean everything to me," Antonio whimpered.
"The girl meant everything to that vampire. Now this man means everything to him. What gives you the right to take them away from him?" The Italian said, then walked away from the Spaniard.
"Lovi! Wait!" Antonio shouted, running after Lovino. That was Francis' chance. He ran to the room they were guarding and heard weeping. He quickly kicked down the door and found Arthur, beaten, and broken.
The Englishman looked up in a fear, and Francis saw a large scratch from a whip on his cheek. "Oh mon dieu, Arthur!" He cried and ran over to him. Arthur broke down in his embrace.
"Francis...." Was all Arthur said, before he went limp.