Still shaken up from the dream, Celena rushes out of the classroom, but Roman follows her and pulls her into an empty classroom. He shuts the door and faces her with wide eyes.

"Did you see that?" He exclaims quietly.

Celena rubs her face, "What the hell was that? It was like..." She couldn't describe it.

"Like we were the ones out there. Like Peter." Roman finishes for her.

"And the...the blood." She looks down at his shirt, no blood, but it still disturbed her.

"The ouroboros. The pyramid, the wolf, the Angel. What the fuck does it mean?!" Roman growls in frustration.

"How the fuck am I suppose to know? I'm having these fucked up dream, too! I don't even know where we can look for information for this bullshit." She paces and rubs the side of her thighs, "Fuck, I need a joint bad."

Roman sighs, sniffing and rubbing his nose, he could use some coke himself, but he's stuck in this godforsaken place himself, "We should talk to Peter as soon as possible. If we had this dream, there's a good chance he had it, too."

Celena sighs heavily, "Yeah.  I could feel it.  Which is really fucked up." She heads out the door and Roman follows her. 

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A few days went by after that night, Peter couldn't explain to either of them how they could have shared that dream.  Which really pissed Roman off.  But, that just motivated Peter to look further for answers.  Celena tried to get Matt and Viktor in the circle of information, but they were both busy with their new friends.  Letha and Shelley.  Celena couldn't blame them for wanting to expand their social life.  After all, it's been so long since they even had a social life.  

^^^^^ Celna's outfit

^^^^^ Viktor's outfit for the day

Soon, like a wildfire, the news of Christina finding the body of Lisa Willoughby in the woods.  Or what was left of her, hit the gossips all over Hemlock Grove High.  Rumors started to grow worse.  People had theories; either about Peter, Viktor, and even, Shelley.  Viktor was coming out of his class to find Shelley.  He knew that she knew Lisa and knowing that she was killed must be affecting her emotionally.  He was just walking around a corner and skids to a halt when he sees Shelley on the ground, hugging her knees while several students were laughing and teasing her. 

"Hey. Hey, sweetheart. It's OK. You can tell us. We're your friends. Us freshmen, we we gotta stick together." One kid chuckles.

"Come on. Who'd you eat first? I mean, I know who I'd eat first." Another asks, smirking. .

"See? It's not so bad.  Who tasted better?"

"Gotta be Brooke, right? I mean, she was good to go."

"Did you do it fast or slow? Grunt once for 'fast'."

"Dude, now you're being a dick. But seriously, who's next? Class of '17, pinky swear, we're cool. We won't say shit." The guy holds out his pinkie to her, laughing at her tears. 

Viktor fisted his hands at his sides so tightly, you could hear the bones cracking, he walks up to them, standing behind them and shoves their shoulders.  Making them grunt in surprise and they both turn with annoyed looks, but their eyes widen in fear.

"What the hell are you doing?" Viktor growls in their faces. 

At the same time, Roman and Celena walked around the other corner, and one girl pats one of the bullies, making him turn to see.

"Fuck." The bully mutters. 

Roman frowns and rushes to his sister, meeting her height and holds her close in his arms.  Celena stands close to Shelley and glares at the bullies, "What's going on here, bro?" She asks. 

"These assholes..." He shoves the two guys. "Were messing with Shelley.  Treating her like a monster." Viktor sneers. 

"Shh, shh, it's ok." Roman tries to calm Shelley as she grips on this jacket and cries softly.  "What's wrong?"

"We were just concerned.  We didn't know what was going on.  She just started crying and shit.  We were trying to figure out what's up, you know?" One bully stutters. 

Roman looks up and gives them both a cold look as he gently lets go of Shelley to stand.  He pulls Celena out of his way and eyes one of the bullies.

"Kiss him." He commands.

The bullies scoff, "What?"

"Kiss his pretty little mouth." Roman eyes him, and watches the bully fall into his gaze.  The boy tries to fight, but gives in.  He grabs the other bully by his flannel shirt and kisses his lips quickly.  He groans in disgust as he hears everyone around him laugh at him and begin to tease him as well. 

"Oh!" Many gasp and exclaim in shock as they just watched their friend kiss a guy in front of them. 

"I don't think he learned his lesson, Roman." Viktor snarls. 

"I don't either." Celena says and surprises everyone by punching one bully in the face, sending him to the floor, clutching his bleeding nose.

"Fuck! My nose!" He cries out.

The other bully, Celena knees him hard into his crotch. 

"Oh, son of a bitch!" He grips himself and falls to the floor.

Roman glares at them all, "Get the fuck out of here!" He shouts and goes back to tending to Shelley as the group carries their friends away to the nurse's office. 

"I can't believe he did that!"

"I can't believe you got your ass kicked by a girl!" One guy laughs.

Viktor kneels next to Shelley, taking her wrapped hand in his.  Roman holds her close in his arms, till he feels his nose bleeding.  Celena kneels next to him and hands him a handkerchief. 

"You ok?" Viktor asks. 

Celena holds up her sore hand, "His jaw must be made of rocks.  That really hurt. But, felt good." She laughs. 

Roman tucks the bloody handkerchief in his pocket and helps Shelley to her feet.  He strokes her face, making it glow.

"Don't let them get you down.  You're better than all of them." He says. 

Shelley sniffles, but nods.

Celena gently hugs her and Shelley welcomes the hug.  Smiling softly. 

"I promised you I would help you get them off.  I was hoping to keep that promise." She gives Shelley a crooked smile as she pulls away.

Shelley laughs softly, shrugging a little. 

Viktor picks up Shelley's books and holds out an elbow for her, "Follow me, milady.  For I shall protect you on your journey."

Shelley giggles and takes his arm.

"I'll make sure she gets to her classes safely." Viktor says to Roman.

"Thanks, man." He bro-fists him and walks with Celena down the hallway.

Celena crosses her arms over her chest and sighs, "It's getting worse." She says, meaning how people are acting with this whole situation.

"Do you think it was Peter? I mean, it can't be a coincidence.  Lisa just happen to be killed on the same night when Peter transformed?" Roman asks.

"I don't think it was him.  But, I don't know anything about werewolfism other than what's in myths.  Peter was still Peter when he was a wolf...but..." Celena trails off.

"But what?" Roman asks.

Celena stops and turns to face him, "I didn't hear just Peter.  It was like...one body, but two personalities.  I could hear another voice in his head."

Roman processes that in his head, "So, it could be Peter."

"I'm not saying that.   The voice I heard didn't sound threatening.   It was...almost as if it knew who I was.  But, it didn't say my name.  It called me 'it's moon'."

Roman sighs, "Again with the moon shit." 

"Yeah.  But, I think we need to focus on this whole werewolf situation first, then figure about these signs.  We can't have people screwing around with us when we're looking for answers." Celena points out. 

Roman nods, "Agreed."

"Ms. Banks.  My office, now!" The Principal says from his office door.

Celena sighs and rolls her eyes as she heads for the office.

Roman waited outside till she was done and when the Principal comes out with her, telling her that she was suspended, Roman gets in his face, sending him the 'glare'. 

"I believe you should rethink your decision, sir." Roman glares down at the Principal, sending him deep into his gaze. 

"You're right." The Principal says slowly.  "Ms. Banks, I'll let you off with a warning."

"And suspend the ones who bullied Shelley Godfrey." Roman demands.

"And suspend...the ones who bullied Ms. Godfrey." The Principal wobbles and shakes out of his trance, walking back to his office.

Roman places his hand on Celena's back, wiping the blood off his nose and guides her down the hall to their class.  Peter was already there, and from the looks of their faces, he knew they needed to talk. 

Roman, Celena, and Peter walked out of the school building to head to the other side of the campus towards their next classes, "Everyone's scared shitless. Are you sure it wasn't you?" Roman demanded answers.

"I never go out on an empty stomach. Also, fuck you." Peter glares at him.

"Peter, we're just ruling out the possibilities. It's getting worse as if you didn't realize.  Everyone is demanding answers and some are taking action in their own terms." She points out. 

"Well, maybe you don't remember doing it. Maybe you blacked out. I mean, why else would you show me the transformation? Maybe you want to get caught." Roman points out theories but, Peter just rolls his eyes.

"Jesus." Peter mutters and opens a metal door that led down a long stairway to another part of the school, letting Celena first and Roman follows.  "Here. Smoke this." He hands Roman a joint.

Roman frowns, but does what he asks as the three of them sit at the stair case.   He exhales a cloud of smoke and hands it to Celena.  She shrugs and takes in a puff.  Sighing in bliss.  She hands it to Peter. 

"It wasn't me. I know." Peter takes the joint and inhales a puff.  "Vargulf."

Celena and Roman frown, "What?" They ask in unison.

"Vargulf. A wolf will only attack if it's hungry or if it's provoked if it's normal. A vargulf is a wolf that's gone insane." Peter explains.

"Insane how?" Roman asks.

"It doesn't eat what it kills. That's not the way. It's like a disease."

"You sure that's what this is?" Roman asks.

Peter nods.

The three of them continue their puff, puff, give routine as they chattered.

"How?" Celena asks.

"I could smell it. That night at the park. You can tell a whole life by a scent; sex, health, fucking needs. This wasn't like anything. This was just anger." Peter states.

"Is it someone you know?" Roman asks.

Peter shakes his head, "I never knew any others except Nicolae." He looks up at ceiling, thinking about his grandfather. "But this is a strange town. You can feel it on your balls." He says, but looks over at Celena, "Or snatch."

Celena scoffs out a laugh, "You're not kidding."

"So, I guess we find him now." Roman says 'as a matter of fact'.

Peter frowns, "Who?"

"The...the vargulf." Roman says.

Peter's frown grows deepens, "Why?"

"To make him stop, of course." Celena scoffs.  "You know as well as we do that we have to get this...this vargulf to stop.  In order for us to figure out what our connection is."

Peter looks at the two of them in disbelief, but before he could protest, the door behind them opens and a girl paces down the stairs and goes out of the door below. Interrupting their conversation.  Celena moves out of the way so the girl could go down the stairs.

Peter grips on to the handrail in frustration.  He couldn't involve them in this situation.  He never should have showed Roman the transformation.  God! He was stupid.

"Have you heard of the Order of the Dragon? It was a group of knights from the Crusades. My mom used to tell stories. I've always wanted to be a warrior. I see things sometimes. I hear these whispers, but I don't always know if they're real or not. I need to do something. I know." Roman says as frustration rises in his voice. 

Celena remembers Roman talking about the voices he hears sometimes. Before they fell asleep on Peter's couch, while they bonded.  He asked her to look in his mind to tell him if he was crazy or not, but honestly, she didn't hear anything.   Although, they weren't whispering at that time. 

Celena eyes Peter and watches his tensed body language.

"I should have listened to Lynda.  I should have kept my mouth shut.  I should have just let Celena leave town when she had the chance.  Damn it! How could I bring them into this shit.  A upir and an innocent girl."

"Stop beating yourself up." She demands. 

Both of them snap their heads at her.

"Stay out of my fucking head!" Peter gives her a warning finger and turns to Roman, "And what are you talking about?"

"You just told me..." Peter cuts Roman off in frustration.

"Roman, maybe this is something you should be discussing with your guidance counselor." Peter says sarcastically and gets to his feet to head to the door but, Roman stops him.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?!" Roman demands.

"Why are you being an asshole?!"

"It means no! I know it's not a word you're used to hearing, but no. I'm sorry." Peter rushes out the door leaving the two of them.

"Sorry?! Hey!" Roman shouts and begins to follow, but stops and stumbles back in defeat. Leaning against the wall.

Celena sighs heavily, turning towards Roman, "I'm not gonna make excuses for him, but in his head, he's worried about endangering us.  Again, that's not an excuse." She rubs her head. 

Roman finishes the joint, then flicks it out of his fingers angrily.

"Fuck him then.  He doesn't want our help.  Fuck him.  We'll find the vargulf." Roman states.

"'We'?" She asks.

"Yeah. 'We'." He nods.

"Ok, before we run around like chickens with their heads cut off, let me talk to Peter." Roman scoffs at her, but she uses a finger to make him turn back to look at her.  "Think as if you were in his shoes." She says.

Roman snickers, "As if I could fit in those tiny shoes." He wiggled his pinkie.

"Do I detect penis envy?" She asks sarcastically.

Roman glares at her, but she softens her eyes, "Come on, Roman.  Would you put me in a dangerous situation? Shelley or Letha?"

Roman rubs his bottom lip and sighs heavily as he thinks, "Like I ever want to have either of them put in danger.  It would kill me.  Shelley.  Letha.  Celena." He snaps his eyes to hers. Realizing she just heard everything.

"You know, sometimes, that's really annoying. " He gives her a bitter look, then sighs deeply. "But, I get it." He smacks his lips. "Fine.  Talk to him." He says in annoyance.

Celena giggles softly and gets on a step to meet his height.  She startles him by giving him a hug.  Roman had his arms up in surprise, but slowly wraps them around her tiny body.  She felt perfect in his arms.  She fitted against his body like she was a missing piece of himself, that's what he felt.  Besides how soft her tits felt against his chest. 

She slowly pulls away, watching his confused look.

"You look like you needed one.  Didn't have to be a mind-reader to sense that." She pats his face gently and turns to leave a stunned Roman.  But, she stops at the door and turns.

"Thanks for getting the Principal to change his mind.  I owe you one." She smiles and turns to leave. 

Roman scoffs softly, but hides a smile.  Thinking of ways she could return the favor.

"I HEARD THAT!"

He laughs when he heard her call out.   Even her voice was cute when she was annoyed or angry.

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After school was over, Letha Godfrey stood waiting for her dad to pick her up.  Her obstetric appointment was in a few minutes.  Today was the day when she'll find out when her baby was coming.  But, to her disappointment, her father was late. She knew he was only trying to avoid the fact that his only daughter was pregnant.  In his mind, he says rape. But, however this baby was made, she consider it a blessing.

She was about to call her dad again, till a familiar red mustang pulls up. 

"Hey, need a ride?" Matt asks as he rolls down the passenger's window.

Letha smiles, "You are a life saver." She gets into the car and buckles up.

Matt takes off out of the parking lot, "So, where to?" He asks.

"The gynecologist's office.  I have an appointment in..." She checks her cellphone. "Five minutes.  My dad was supposed to pick me up, but..." She sighs sadly.

"Running late?" Matt asks as he turns down a street.

Letha scoffs, "More like running away.  I know he's trying to avoid this.   But, sucks for him.  I've finally got him to drop the subject of abortions.  So, he's mad about that." She shrugs.

"He should, at least, face facts that he's gaining a grandchild.  Maybe your folks don't wanna be granny and pop pop at such a young age." Matt suggests.

Letha chuckles, "If only that was the reason, but you heard of us Godfreys from your cousins.  I know you have.  It's all about image with people like us."

"Who gives a f-....." He stops and looks down at her stomach, then back on the road.  "A fudge what people think? You're a strong woman to go through with this.  You're giving life.  That should count."

Letha giggles at his comment, "A fudge?"

Matt shrugs, "I heard babies can hear what's being said around them in the womb.  Last thing you want is for their first word to be curse word." He smirks. 

Letha smiles at him, "You're so sweet.  But, it'll be a while before she can hear us."

Matt pulls into the doctor's office parking lot and gets out of the car with Letha.

"Oh, you don't have to stay.  I can call my dad to pick me up." She says.

Matt shakes his head, "I wouldn't live with myself if I left you all alone.  I'll be your birth partner if you want."

Letha eyes him in curiosity,  "Why are you being so nice?"

Matt stutters, "Well, I...I just...um..." his becomes red as a beet.  "I just feel like I should help out.  I really like you, Letha.  And, I would like to be there for you whenever you need a friend or whatever you need."

Letha blushes and looks down shyly as a soft chuckle escapes her lips.  She looks up at him and moves to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

Matt was startled at the gesture, but smiles.

"I appreciate all the support you give me.  And I like you, too.  Now, come on.  Let's go see the baby." She pulls his hand and guides him into the building.

As they waited for their turn, Letha thinks about the dream she had of Matt weeks ago. After the second murder happened. 

She was lying on a hammock in the woods.  The sun was so bright and warm.  She could hear the morning birds chirp and insects from the lake.

Matt walked up to her.  Saying nothing.  Shirtless.  She spies a platter of fruits near them.  The way he eyed her like animal would as it stalked it's prey.  It made her so wet.  He trails his fingers over the fruit and picks an orange slice.  Juice dripping down his fingers.  He takes a bite, more juice runs down his mouth.  His neck. His chest, down to his abs.  Letha licks her lips at the sight.  He sits on the hammock with her and brings the orange to her lips. But, before she could bite into it, he pulls away.  Giving her a sexy smirk.  He licks the juice off his thumb and trails his rough hand up her legs to her inner thigh...

Then, she woke up on the bus after having an orgasm. 

So embarrassing. 

Matt's face flushes when that image invaded his mind.  He quietly forces his hard on to behave.  Normally, Celena is the mind reader, but very rarely, he stumbles on people's thoughts and emotions. 

Letha rests her head on his shoulder, smiling softly as she rubs her stomach.  Thinking about seeing her child. Holding her.  It excited her.  Matt leans close. Resting his head on here and taking her hand. 

She jumps when her phone rings.  She sees that it was Roman calling on the ID. 

"Hey." She greets him with a smile.

"Hey, you home?"

"No, I'm at the, uh, OBG."

"The what?"

"The gynecologist. No jokes. Baby date." Letha says, excitedly.

But, Matt watches her frown.

"You there?" Letha asks, wondering why her cousin was so quiet.

"Yeah."

"What's wrong?" She asks in concern.

"I just, um..."

Letha frowns at her cousin's tone, wondering why he sounded so...so off.  But, her instincts told her maybe there was either trouble in paradise with him and Celena or his mother started something again.

"Roman, did something happen between you and Celena?" She asks.

Matt snapped his head up in curiosity.

"No. No. Nothing like that.   Just...needed to hear something than the usual bullshit I get daily." She could feel the smirk on his face through the phone.  But, she knew he wasn't telling her everything.  She knew not to push him. 

"Letha Godfrey?" A nurse walks up to her with her patient record.

Letha looks up and holds up a finger, "OK. They're playing my song. I gotta go." She quickly ends the conversation.  Feeling bad when she hears Roman's soft goodbye.

"'K."

Letha ends the call then turns to get up.

"We're ready for you." The nurse smiles, then turns to Matt as he gets up. "Are you the father?"

"Um, no..." Matt shakes his head, but Letha fills in for him.

"This is my birthing partner." She smiles and takes Matt's arm. She giggles at Matt's surprised look.

The nurse nods at both of them and leads the way.

After dressing in a gown, Letha lies on the exam table and Matt leaves the room so the doctor could exam her and insert an transvaginal ultrasound wand.  The nurse informs that Matt could return and he moves to stand next to Letha, taking her hand for support.   

Matt watches the doctor uses his computer to find the baby as it pops up on the screen.  

"Well, Letha. The baby is looking good.  Growing nice at 8 weeks. Would you like to hear the heartbeat?" The doctor asks.

Letha licks her lips and nods.  Soon, the sound a rapid fetal heartbeat fills the speakers.  Letha sobs and covers her mouth in shock.  

"Very strong heartbeat.  Nice and healthy." The doctor smiles.  

Matt smiles big for Letha as she cries happily at the sound of her son or daughter's heart.  

After the appointment, Matt guides Letha back outside, but before they could make it to his car, Norman drives up.  

"Hey.  I'm so sorry, sweetheart.  I tried to get away from the office." Norman says, trying to play out his excuse.  

Letha looks down, trying to hide her disappointment, but fails, "It's fine.  I gotten a lift already." She gives him a small smile.  "This is Matt." She points at him.  

"Nice to meet you, sir." Matt says, holding out a hand. 

Norman takes it, but eyes him cautiously.  Wondering if he was the one who impregnated his daughter.  

"I moved here about a month ago.  Letha was nice enough to become my first friend." Matt says, hiding the fact that he just read Norman's mind as his emotions grew thick with rage, mostly towards Matt.  

Norman hides his relief and gives Matt a small smile, still cautious about the safety of his daughter.  

"It's nice to meet you.  Hope you're enjoying Hemlock Grove." He says.

Matt shrugs, "It's an interesting town, that's for sure." 

Letha rubs her nose, "Um, Matt volunteered to be my birth partner." she blurts out. 

Norman was startled, "Excuse me?"

"Um, Just to help her out.  Give her rides to the doctor's if she needs to." He stutters.

"He's just trying to help out." Letha rolls her eyes. 

"I think my help and her mother's enough for now." Norman says with a bitter smile.

"Help. Right." Letha scoffs. 

"Please, get into the car, Letha." Norman says strictly. 

She sighs irritated, but turns to give Matt a warm smile, "Thanks anyway.  But, if I need anything, I'll call you."

Matt nods, "Ok." He turns to Norman.  "Was nice to meet you, sir." He waves and heads to his car.  Norman just slams his car door, waiting for his daughter to get in, then speeds off. 

Matt sighs hoping silently, Letha's dad will get along with him once he sees that he cares about Letha.  And the baby, too.

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Celena heard from Lynda that Peter went to Destiny's for advice.  So, she storms into her place without knocking, seeing Destiny's 'business area' occupied and spots Peter in the kitchen.  She shoves the beaded curtain out of her way and marches up to him.

"Now, Cell..." -SMACK!- Peter is startled to feel a hard slap across his face. 

"You're a fucking asshole!" She growls. 

He grabs her by her shoulders and pull her further into the kitchen.  She violently pushes his hands off her. 

"Don't touch me."

"Look, I'm sorry.  But, I can't let you and Roman be involved in something like this.  It's far too dangerous for either of you." He says softly. 

"I don't need protection! In fact it should be the other way around.  You're gonna need my kind of protection if you go after this thing." She exclaims. 

Peter sighs, running his fingers through his hair. 

Suddenly, they jump at the sounds of retching and a woman's scream.

"Jesus Christ!" A man shouts as a woman bursts out of Destiny's work area.

"Oh, my god! Oh, my god!" The woman whimpers.

Destiny crawls over the floor, blood spewing from her mouth.

"Oh, shit! W-We...We're so sorry. Here, it's everything I got.  Just take it, take it." The man stutters in fear as he drops all his money on the floor.

"Leave and never come back!" Destiny shouts as the couple runs out the door. 

Destiny stops retching and laughs, she looks up and sees Peter and Celena.

"Hey, sweeties. Let me just get cleaned up." She smiles with blood dripping down her lips and laughs as she scoops up the money off the floor.  "Yes. Suckers." She laughs as she shuts the door.

After cleaning up, Destiny made tea for the three of them.  Peter explained to her what he sensed out there in the woods. 

"It's not your problem. The vargulf is dangerous but short-lived. It's like any other disease. It only gets stronger until it consumes you." Destiny explains as much as she knew of the vargulf.

"So he's gonna kill again." Peter says.

"Mm-hmm. He won't stop until he destroys himself, which really in the end is what he wants the most. This isn't mild-mannered Bruce Banner. This is Norman Bates. Just stay out of the way and let nature take its course."

"So, we just wait around for the fucker to drop dead after he kills  more people?" Celena frowns as she inhales a joints and sighs out a long trail of smoke. 

Destiny takes the joint from her hands and inhales while nodding, "Pretty much.  Nothing more we can do for a rabid animal." She shrugs as she exhales, handing her back the joint. 

"But I mean, theoretically there's no way to help him even if we knew who it was?" Peter asks.

Destiny gives him a disbelief look and scoffs, "Have you been sniffing rubber cement? Why are you talking like this?"

"I'm just saying, if we knew who it was." Peter stutters.

"Well, then yeah. I'd put a bullet between his eyes before the next turn." Destiny says bluntly. 

Celena blows out a cloud of smoke and takes her tea, "Harsh." She moves to sit on the couch.

"Hm." Peter sighs.

Destiny copies him, "Hm. What are you not telling me?" She frowns at him.

"There's this upir." Peter mutters and moves to sit in a chair next to Celena.

"What?" Destiny exclaims.

"He's this kid at my school, but I'm pretty sure...he doesn't even know it."

"You've asked him?"

"Jesus Christ! No, I haven't asked him. But he's confused. I would know if he was bullshitting me. I don't know, he's trying to be the good guy or something."

"What the fuck are you and an upir having a heart-to-heart about good guys and bad guys for?" Destiny looks at Peter as if he was crazy and moves to sit on the couch with Celena, "Do you think I'm just blood capsules and parlor tricks? Hey! You're my cousin and I love you, but do not make me go in there."

Peter gives her an uncomfortable look, filled with guilt.  He scratches his head and averts his eyes to his tea, "He knows."

Destiny blinks, "How much does he know?"

"He was there for the last turn." Peter mutters.

Destiny's face twists into anger, "What  the fuck, Peter?!"  She slaps his leg hard, "The one thing that you don't ever, ever tell anyone with your feet on hot coals, you only let an upir watch?!"

"Destiny...there's..." Celena sighs deeply.  "There's some strange shit going on with us."

Destiny scoffs, "No, really?" She says sarcastically.

"You were not there." Peter argues.

"I certainly wasn't." She says. Still throwing around sarcasm.

"There's this thing. I don't know." Peter rubs his face as he tries to explain.

"We have the same dreams.  All three of us. The exact same dreams." Celena says in exasperation.  "An ouroboros.   In front of a large pyramid covered in a blue moon's light.  Like a full moon shining in sapphire.  And at the bottom corners, there's a wolf that looks exactly like Peter and a man with angel wings made from the shadows of the moon.  I'm about to fucking snap if someone does not tell what it means."

Peter smacks his lips and looks over at his cousin who is in deep thought.

"Oh, my god." She whispers. 

Celena frowns, "What?"

"It's an old myth.  I don't remember much about it.  From Sanskritic legends.  There's only a few families who reside in America.  Something about...a trinity of light and shadows.  Every corner has a purpose for each.  I don't know.   I'll ask around. But Peter..." Destiny gets up and takes his face in her hands. "Run. Run before it's too late for you."

Celena frowns deeply as panic begins deep inside her.  Absolute terror.  She couldn't lose Peter.

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Celena has been trying to get a hold of Roman, but apparently, he was getting shit-faced at a bar.  While she was making calls, Peter and Lynda were packing the car up. 

Peter was packing the last box, but stops when he finds a joint.  Possibly left by Celena.  He smiles and sniffs the paper and the sweet sent of weed.

"Waste not, want not." He stuffs it into his jeans. 

"Hurry up! We gotta get out of here." Lynda calls out from outside. 

"Yeah, yeah!" Peter replay with his own shout and holds on to the box. Looking around at the memories he was leaving.  Realizing he was leaving Celena. His heart began to crack.  But he told himself it was temporarily till the cops are off him.  Once they realize he's not the killer, he'll come back.  Come for her. 

"Gotta run." He says softly and sadly and goes outside, shutting the door behind him.

"No! You're not leaving!" Peter looks up the stairway and sees Celena shouting at Lynda.  Tears running down her face.

Lynda holds her by her shoulders, "Sweetie, we have no choice. The vargulf is causing too much heat on Peter.  Once they see it's not him, it'll be over."

Peter places the last box in the trunk and moves to stand close.

"But, we're so close to finding about the connection.   I...I don't want to lose you." Celena sobs.

Peter gently moves Lynda out if the way and takes Celena into his arms. 

"I'm coming back.  I'll never truly leave you.  Ever." He rubs her back in comfort and kisses her hair.

Celena wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him tight.  It still hurt that he had to leave, even if it was just a short time.  

"We'll also find out more about the Sanskritic legends.  Someone in the family has got to know something." Lynda says.

Peter pulls away and brushes the tears from her eyes.  Kissing her lips one last time till the next meet.  He rests his forehead against Celena's and pulls away, ignoring the deep emotional pain in his heart. 

But, before anyone could leave.  Sheriff Sworn pulls up and parks behind the car.
 
"Shit." Peter growls lowly.

"You know the drill. Short and sweet, OK?" Lynda says softly in caution. Lynda moves and stands close to Celena, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Peter Rumancek?" Sheriff exits his truck along with a dark skinned woman.

"Yes?" Peter asks in curiosity as he picks up a box.

"I'm sorry to bother. We won't take up much of your time. Just have a few questions, if it's not imposing." Sheriff says in an apologetic tone.

"Yes, sir." Peter nods.

"I'd shake your hand, but they seem to be occupied." The woman chuckles.

Peter moves and hands the box to Lynda.  She's places it into the trunk and moves back to Celena.

The woman shakes his hand, eyeing him up and down, "Hm. Very hirsute young man, aren't you?"

"Well, you'd have to tell me what 'hirsute' means, ma'am."

"It means, and forgive me for saying, but, uh, furry."

"Oh! Guilty, ma'am." Peter pats his his hair abs and laughs. 

"Peter, I'm Dr. Chasseur. I'm a special agent with the US Fish and Wildlife Service." The woman introduced herself.

"I didn't realize I was that hairy, ma'am." He scratches his head, giving her a teasing awkward look.

Dr. Chasseur laughs, "No. No, no, no. I just, uh..." Casper meows down at Celena's feet, interrupting the conversation. 

Celena pats her chest and Casper jumps into her arms.   Chasseur smile and laughs as she walks up to her. 

"Well....Hello." She coos at Casper and pets him.  "Hey." She looks at Celena.  "You must be Celena Banks, correct?"

Celena nods as she holds Casper close, "Yes, ma'am."

Chasseur notices the redness in her eyes and dried tears on her cheeks.  She deduces that Peter and his mother were planning to leave.

"You moving in or out?" She asks Lynda, but Lynda refused to answer so Peter speaks up. 

"Around, I suppose. Bit of a rambler myself." Peter shrugs. 

Casper meows and jumps out of Celena's arms to rub against Chasseur's legs.  Chasseur kneels and pets Casper, smiling at the friendly animal. 

"Can you guess what brought me here?"

"Do you want me to, ma'am?" Peter frowns.

"Heh. I'm here about the animal attacks. Yes. OK?" Chasseur baby talks to Casper then brushes her hands to stand and give Peter a more serious look.

"Any theories yourself on that score?" She asks.

"No, ma'am.  But I've heard some pretty good ones."

"Bet you have. I don't suppose you are by any chance a werewolf, Peter?" Chasseur asks bluntly.

Startled by the question, Peter blinks and leans closer, frowning in confusion yet surprise.

"I beg your pardon?"

"When the moon is full, do you walk in the skin of a wolf?"

Peter laughs and scratches his beard, shaking his head, "No, sir."

Chasseur sends him a glare.

Peter clears his throat, "Ma'am. No, ma'am." He corrects himself.

Chasseur watches Peter's body language, then sends them all a friendly smile, but Celena was eyeing her with caution.  She didn't trust this woman at all.  "Good. Well, now that's settled." 

"Can I possibly ask why, ma'am?" Peter asks.  

"Do you know Christina Wendell?" Sheriff Sworn speaks up.  

"Yes, sir." Peter nods. 

"You know she was the one who discovered Lisa Willoughby?" Chasseur asks.  

"Yes, ma'am."   

"Can you think of any reason she might have to think you were a werewolf, Peter?" Chasseur asks with curiosity. 

'That bitch!'   Celena growls lowly in her mind.  Christina has really been a pain in the ass since the day Peter and Celena first met her.  What the fuck is that bitch's problem with them?  And how can anyone believe that Peter is a werewolf based on one girl's voice?!  

"Well, because I told her, ma'am." Peter says simply.  

"Any particular reason you told her?"

"Because she asked me."

"Any particular reason she asked?"

Peter lifts his fingers and wiggles them, showing her the compatible length, "My middle and index finger are the same length."

Chasseur's eyes widen in wonder, and she looks closer at his fingers, "This is an attribute of werewolfism?" She asks. 

Peter shrugs, "Well, she seemed to think so, ma'am, but I'm really not an expert on the whole thing."

"So you continue to deny all werewolf allegations." She declares. 

"Yes, ma'am. There's no such thing, ma'am." Peter tries to charm her, but didn't look like it was working. 

"Hm. Do you really believe that, Peter?" Chasseur asks. 

"I thought it was a scientific fact, ma'am."

"Proving a negative is misuse of both the term 'science' and 'fact'..." Chasseur explains, but Peter cuts her off.  

"But I thought it was just this close to scientific fact, ma'am." He frowns. 

"Are you aware of the term 'clinical lycanthropy'?"  Chasseur asks. 

"No, ma'am." Peter says, but Celena was familiar with the term.

"It's a condition. It causes a subject to believe that he or she is a werewolf and then act accordingly." Chasseur says.

"Well, it takes all kinds to make a world, ma'am." 

"Did you know either Lisa Willoughby or Brooke Bluebell?"

"No, ma'am." Peter says.  

"How about you, Ms. Banks?" Chasseur asks. 

Celena shakes her head, "No, ma'am."  

"What were you, Ms. Banks, and Roman Godfrey doing in Kilderry Park, at night, just after the Bluebell killing?" Chasseur asks.

"We were catching fireflies, ma'am." Peter says sarcastically. 

Celena speaks up before Sheriff Sworn could say anything, she knew he wanted to get all over Peter's ass.  Celena could tell he was irritated with all the questions, so she stepped up to bring in some relief.  

"We were paying our respects.  Just paying our respects.  Plus, the park has a great view of the vigil.  We could see all the lanterns lighting up the sky from there."  She explains. 

Chasseur seems to believe that, but still, Celena could see something brewing in her eyes.     

"Does Roman Godfrey think he's a werewolf?" She asks. 

"I don't have his power of attorney. Hazard a guess." Peter shrugs. 

"I would guess not." Chasseur chuckles.  

"What about your girl?" Chasseur asks, nodding at Celena. "Does she believe your a werewolf?" 

Peter grins, "Sometimes." He flashes her a wink. 

Sworn rolls his eyes, but Chasseur laughs, catching the drift.  

"Shut up, Peter." Celena blushes. 

Casper meows softly as he jumps into Lynda's trunk, rubbing his face all over the boxes they had packed.

"Cat person?" Chasseur asks. 

"All creatures great or small, ma'am."

"Well, thank you for being so open with us, Peter. Very polite young man. Silly questions, I know, but hope we get to speak again soon." She reaches out and shakes Peter's hand, including Celena's  Peter nods and sends her an assuring smile.   

"Well, you know where to find us." Peter says as Chasseur and Sheriff Sworn begin to head back for the Sheriff's truck.  

"What are you gonna do?" Lynda asks softly as she frowns in disappointment.  

"We can't leave." Peter sighs. 

"Gypsy racist bullshit." Lynda mutters angrily and begins to take stuff out of her trunk.  

Celena eyes Chasseur as she was getting her seatbelt on and Sworn was starting the truck.  Chasseur watches the small family unpack the car and grins knowingly.  Signs points to the one called Peter, but she needed more proof.  

Celena concentrates as she probes into Chasseur's mind.  

"God, I could really use a drink. But, I need to keep my head clear if I want to complete the mission.  Peter Rumancek, signs are there, but need more proof before I can bring him into headquarters.  Need to get him away from those who are protecting him. Need to catch him in the act.  While he's in form.  Why is that girl looking at me like that?  Why is she with the gypsy?  I heard they are great in bed, but she must know that he might be a monster.  Monsters need to be put down.  They all need to be put down.  It's not God's way of life to live in a world full of monsters." 

Celena grits her teeth as rumbling is made.  Suddenly, Sworn's windshield cracks loudly, causing Sworn and Chasseur to jump in shock.  

"Are you ok?" Sworn asks.

Chasseur nods, panting softly in shock.  

"Must of been a rock or something.  It happens, especially in these hills.  Rocks fly off everywhere.  Doesn't even need wind." Sworn shrugs and starts his truck again, driving slowly around Lynda's car.  

But, Chasseur wasn't convinced.  She watches Celena help Peter with his stuff.  

"Here you go." He says and carries one box under his arm as he shuts the trunk, wrapping his other arm around Celena's waist.  But, Celena eyes Chasseur with a warning glare.  Chasseur looks ahead and frowns, unconsciously touching her St. Jude pendant and thinks of possibilities and plans to find the proof she needs to find the werewolf that stalks this town.  Peter Rumancek is her number one suspect for now.  But, Celena Banks...she's another story.  There was something about her that nagged Chasseur.  She needed to find answers.