After a few beers and a chaser, Peter and Celena left Roman while they met up with Matt and Letha.  Mainly, the reason why they picked the Ice Cream Parlor was because of pregnancy cravings were taking over Letha.  She and Celena were ordering and Letha looks over to where Peter and Matt sat.  

"Are you dating Peter?" Letha asks suddenly. 

Celena freezes with a sour worm in her mouth, "Why?" She asks as she chews. 

"Just wondering.  You guys seem so close.  And I've seen how he looks at you."  Letha shrugs.

Celena sighs and picks up another worm, "Are you dating Matt?" She asks, avoiding the question. 

Letha laughs, "Ok, avoiding the topic.  Hmm, I really like Matt.  He's very sweet.  And gentle. Especially, with the baby." She smiles at her stomach and caresses the bump.  

"He's a great guy.  Just..." Letha cuts her off.

"Don't hurt him?" She smiles. 

"Don't give up on him, even if things might get...weird." Celena gives her a soft look of knowing.  "And, yeah, if you hurt him, I'll kill you and make it look like an accident." 

Letha smirks, "You're turn.  I see you with Peter and yet, I see you with Roman.  I can tell that you have feelings for them.  But, don't lead my cousin.  He doesn't deserve to get hurt." 

Celena sighs and nods, "I know.  It's just...so confusing.  I never loved anyone other than my own family and friends.  So, it's hard to tell...what is it.  You know?" she says and scoffs to herself, "I never really talked to anyone about this.  I like Peter.  And I like Roman.  Even if he's an asshole." 

Letha laughs and nods, knowing how her cousin can be.  

"But, it's...it's hard to choose.  When I weigh out the pros and cons with them both.  It all comes back to both of them."

Letha heard of that feeling before, but never experienced it.  

"Well, I hope you'll figure it out soon."  Letha says.  

Celena sighs, "Me, too." She mutters sarcastically. 

Soon, their orders were brought to them and Letha loads her ice cream with gummies and sour worms.  

"Thank you." Letha smiles and, together, they head to the table where the boys were waiting for them.  

"So, I did some more digging. I asked my dad like a million questions about Aunt Olivia..." Letha starts, but Peter frowns at what he was looking at.  

The smell of mixture ice cream and yogurt hits his nose, he scrunches his face up in disgust, "Whoa, whoa. What is that?" He points at her ice cream sundae.

Letha giggles, "Peanut butter and lime yogurt mixed together with gummy bears and extra M&Ms." She says as she points at everything they could see.  "Bite?"

Peter holds his hands up, refusing.  Celena takes a bite of her cookies and cream and scoops up some whipped cream to dab his nose.  Peter jumps at the cold feeling and looks at her, playfully scorning her.  

Letha laughs and eats her ice cream, "Screw it, I say. Bring on the maternity pants. I mean, I don't know what picture of Dorian Gray you have to hide away for your butt to look as good as Olivia's at her age. Can you imagine?"

Celena giggles, "Good point."

"Besides, abstinence is way overrated."

Matt scoffs and Letha frowns at him, "What, you don't think she's hot?" 

"Not my type." Matt shrugs. 

"And he's a liar." Letha scoffs and continues to eat, "Anyway, when Olivia was my dad's patient..." Letha catches Peter's frown and Celena's double-take.

"What?" She asks. 

"Nothing." "Didn't say anything."  Celena and Peter speak simultaneously.

"OK.  Well, I got the sense she had some major problems before Roman was born...after the first baby." Letha continues, but stops when the three of them frown.  "There was a girl before Roman and Shelley. Her name was Juliet. She died as an infant."

"Died how?" Peter asks. 

But, Letha grew quiet and Celena could see it was an uncomfortable subject, especially with her being pregnant.   

"Uh, off topic. Go on." Celena waves it off and gestures her to continue. 

"But in the end it was JR who totally lost his grip. I guess he made some pretty wild accusations about her." Letha says. 

"Like what?" Matt asks. 

"Dad wouldn't say. Must have been some serious crazy-person stuff. There was a suicide letter too. They found it the next day." Letha says. 

That struck Peter's and Celena's curiosity.

"Do you have any idea what it might have said?" Peter asks. 

Letha shrugs, "I don't know. I got from the look on his face that it was time to change the subject. Godfreys have that look down." She gives them the look to give them the idea. 

"Yep."

"Mm-hmm." Celena seen that look on Roman more than once.  

"How much do you think Roman knows about where Olivia came from?" Peter asks. 

"Isn't that a better question to ask Roman? I thought the three of you were whatever it is that you call that you're doing." Letha scoffs. 

"You keep thinkin', Butch. It's what you're good at." Matt winks at her and steals a worm.  

"Roman tends to avoid topics and changes them altogether anyway." Celena chuckles and scoops up more of her ice cream. 

Letha giggles, "Yeah, that sounds like him.  The Godfrey way." She rolls her eyes. 

Peter perks up when he hears familiar voices.  The voices of Sworn's daughters squeaking with their usual chatter.  He could smell the scent of Christina with them.  The girl who caused this town to sniff around his business.  

"So, I'm thinking the Rag & Bone scuba skinnies with, like, a tunic top."

"Yeah, that definitely brands earthy yet sorta sexy."

"Mm-hmm."

Celena was giggling to Matt's joke, but her smile drops when she begins to hear a voice. A voice that was evil and cold.  It sent harsh shivers down her spine, as if someone poured freezing water down her back.

"Find the moon.  Find the moon.  Kill...kill...KILL!"

Celena looks around to find the source, but she didn't know where it came from.  Something told her that she knew who or, should she say, what it was.  

Celena looks over to Peter, catching his worried look for her.  She looks over to Matt who was keeping Letha busy.  She leans in closer, "The vargulf is here." She whispers.

Peter's eyes widen and he looks around to catch the vargulf's scent, but it was hiding.  It could be anyone.  

"Yo."-SNAP!- -SNAP!- The sound of fingers snapping causes him to avert his eyes towards them for a second, but he could see that Christina was thousands of miles away from the sisters.  He didn't have time to focus on them.  

Christina jumps at the snaps and looks back at the sisters, "Attention deficit?" One scoffs and laughs. 

One of the sisters laughs and scoffs, "Guys. Baby bump, Marylin Manson,  and teen wolf."   

Peter fisted his hands tightly in annoyance, but Celena takes his hand and relaxes it for him.  Giving him a soft squeeze that always gives him a smile.  But, he continues to look around.  No scent that was similar to what he smelled at the park...or the woods.  

"Matt is so hot.  Why is he with at slut?  I can't believe he's related to that freaky emo." 

"Better check that fetus for Lyme ticks is all I'm saying." Giggle.

"Or kennel cough. Mm, I think I'm developing reflux disease." Fake cough. 

Christina looks over and sees the group, Peter looks up at her, Christina suddenly jumps, but Peter could smell her attraction towards him.  Since that day they met at his place, she carried an arousal scent, but she wasn't his type.  Maybe that has to do with why she spread those rumors about him, can't handle rejection.

"I have to meet my grandmother across the road." Christina takes off out of the shop, startling the sisters. 

 "Wait, what?"

"Where are you going?"

"You still have to try on..." 

"Christina!" The sisters call out to her, then scoff. 

Letha looks up in curiosity at the commotion, "Don't you know them?" She points at the girls with her spoon.  

"What...What are we gonna do with her?"

Peter waves them off, "Oh, they just think I'm a werewolf too." He scoffs.  

Letha rolls her eyes, "People suck." She sucks on her spoon to collect left over yogurt.

Celena looks around and back to Peter, they could see people leaving, and the cold feeling was gone.  So, she took that as a sign that the Vargulf was gone, but that didn't shake her fear.  She shudders and pushes her ice cream away, losing her appetite.  

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Back at the library, Viktor was taking some books off the shelf and saw that Olivia was struggling with a book that was far from her height, even though she was tall like a model.  He sighs and walks over to her, gathering his courage to find a way to win her approval of him.  Olivia grunts in frustration was about to call one of the assistants, but as usual, they were useless and missing.  Tending to people lower than her.  

She jumps when a large hand reaches and takes the book with ease and hands it to her.  She frowns and sees it was the carpenter.  

"Here you are, Ms. Godfrey." Viktor gives her a small smile. 

She arches her brow, amused that he was trying so hard to get on her good side, but maybe he can come in handy.  Having one strong daughter is fine, but two strong guards is a blessing.

"Hmm, thank you." She takes the book and gives him a sinister smile, but hides the evil of it behind her eyes, "You know, I may have underestimated you before...um..." She gestures him to remind her his name.  

"Viktor, ma'am." 

"Of course, Viktor.  Shelley has mentioned...decent things about you.  And you seem like a very well-groomed man and very intelligent.  Maybe you can help me.  I'm looking for a herbal remedy that's very popular in the gypsy world.  It has helped with a...personal condition I carry and wish not for others to know about.  Not even the doctors here are worth my time to treat it.  I use to go see the only gypsy in town, but, sadly, he has passed and I must find how he made it.  Could you be a dear..." She places a gentle hand on his arm, stroking it lovingly.  "And help a lady in distress?" She smiles, giving him a charming, sexy lure.  "If you manage to help, you may date my daughter." 

Viktor sighs, not really liking the bribe, but for Shelley, he will do anything for her, "I believe I saw some books about herbal products." He says as he walks over to a row of books.  

Olivia smirks to herself and follows him, stumbling a little as she felt light headed, but catches herself before others could see.  Her upir was growing stronger.  The darkness, the voices.  Only the drug that Vincent sold to her was her haven, but now that he's dead and gone, she was running low with her supplies.  And it worried her.  

Viktor grabs the books and carries them for her to the table where Shelley sat and read Rilke.  Olivia helps him with the books, impatient to go through them all.  She holds up a hand at Shelley, apologizing silently for disturbing her, but she needed answers.  

Olivia lifts one side of the book Shelley was reading and scoffs, "Such a talent. His French verse far more nuanced than his native German. No one described the inanimate as beautifully as good old Rainer."

Shelley gives her a small smile, and goes back to reading.  Olivia flips through the Herbal Witchcraft books, Herbal topic books.  She had to find it.  

Shelley looks up as she sees a familiar face from school, Christina.  She smiles big and waves at her.  Viktor looks over and sees the girl with her grandmother, smiling softly at Shelley.  But, when Olivia turns to look, her smile drops.  He knew no one really liked Olivia.  It was understandable, with the cold looks she always gives to others.  Except men.  She always had warmth for men.  If he could call that warmth.  

Suddenly, Olivia attention moved to a child's shoe that lit up every time she tapped her foot.  She frowns as she sees a dragon on the shoe and the lights were it's eyes.  It's red eyes.  The dragon eyeing her as if she was it's prey.  Viktor watches Olivia sway and soon, she goes limp. 

"Ah!" Shelley cries out and Viktor catches Olivia, bringing her down softly to lie on the floor.  

"Ms. Godfrey?" Viktor tries shake her awake, but Olivia wasn't responding. 

People were starting to swarm around them, "Oh, my goodness, is she alright?"

"Please, call an ambulance." Viktor says. 

"No." Shelley types in her phone. "Call Norman Godfrey.  Mother doesn't want any help, but his.  He's a doctor."  Her face glows in worry.

Viktor frowns, but nods, "Ok.  Give me his number." He says and gets his phone out.   

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Across town, Norman was busy with his patient, Francis.  Still curious with what he knows, but not saying.  After learning that he was a test subject, voluntarily or not, Francis knew what was going on at the White Tower, but what he claims make absolutely no sense to Norman.  Whatever Dr. Pryce did to him, it seems only he knew what Norman needed to know, and no matter how hard he tries, he'll never get the answers he seeks. 

Francis scoffs at Norman with a deranged grin, "What?"

"I want to ask you a question.  Do you think you pose a risk to yourself or to others?"

Francis was surprised with that question, but said nothing as Norman continues.

"I'm asking you because..."He sighs, "I'm thinking about releasing you."

Francis snorts with a crooked grin, but worry lit in his eyes, "You're gonna send me back out there." Back to the dark world.

Norman spreads his hands out in surprise, "You don't wanna go?" Confused with Francis' attitude.  Normally, patients would be thrilled, but not him.  

"Today I've seen the dragon." Francis mutters once again. 

Norman sighs and leans back against his chair, looking up at the ceiling as he thinks back at the time when he went to see Dr. Pryce.  Showing him the poster.  

"Yeah...I saw it too." 

"Yeah, the fuck you did." Francis chuckles dryly. 

"Well, tell me more about what you see." Norman says as he leans forward. 

Francis' breathing picks up a little as he thinks about all the things his new sight has given him, "It's the things that...That aren't right." 

"What kind of things?" Norman asks. 

Fear grows in Frances' eyes, "The baby in the blood pouch.  The river glowing red.  A dog hatching out of a big black egg.  A demon with a crown of light. A needle about the size of a sword." 

Needle, that struck Norman's curiosity, "This needle, was it...some kind of drug?"

Francis scoffs, "This is not about ***damn drugs.  This is some...evil, unnatural shit that's got no business happening.  You think this is just some junkie bullshit?" Frances laughs humorously. "Heh, ask one of the other guys. See how they're sleeping.  I even have a name for you...saw it on a chart next to mine...Varga, H.  Ok, you talk to H-fucking-Varga before you sit there and look at me like I'm full of shit.  I'm gonna be real nice for you if just...get ride of me." He demented smile grows.  

"Look, Francis, please, I'm here to help you.  I'm...I'm a doctor.  And I just want to help...someone." Norman falters his words as his mind wanders to his daughter.  The warning Francis gave him months ago continues to haunt him night and day.  He rubs his face and sighs. 

Francis' eyes widen in fear as the visions continue to roam in his mind, "Then make it go away." 

Norman wasn't sure if he was talking about the visions...or the baby.  

"The moon must shine."

Norman removes his hands from his face and frowns at him, "Excuse me?"

Chuckling crazily, "Praise the moon." His smile drops and he leans closer to Norman slowly, "She must shine." 

"She?" Norman asks, thinking he could mean his daughter. 

"The one who glows like sapphire.  Ouroboros.  The one thing I see that's not evil.  She must shine like the moon.  The Moon...The Man with the dark wings... Angel in disguise...the Wolf." Francis traces a circle over Norman's desk, over and over.  "The trinity." 

Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door, making Norman jump in fright as he was so deep in Francis' words.  He sighs and looks over to his assistant who comes in quickly.

"Excuse me, Dr. Godfrey, you have an urgent phone call."

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Viktor managed to carry Olivia to her truck and places her gently in the passenger's seat.  She regained consciousness not too long before Norman arrived.

"Such a strong man." Olivia smiles weakly as she lets go over Viktor while he places her in the truck.  She groans softly and rubs her head as the pain continues.  

Norman arrives at last and walks over to them, checking her vitals.  Viktor watches with Shelley.

Norman sighs, relieved with the results, but still concerned for her.  However, he refused to show it to give her the pleasure.  She was an addiction he needed to shake off, but how can he when he's so deep in her web.  

"Feeling better?" Norman asks. 

Olivia sighs softly, then calls out over her shoulder, "Viktor, would you please watch over Shelley for me?" 

Viktor places his arm around Shelley's waist and pulls her away, "Yes, ma'am."

"Give Mommy a moment with Uncle Norman." She adds. 

Viktor and Shelley stayed close, but gave the two of them space. 

Olivia scoffs at Norman's tense body language, "Do look more inconvenienced, Norman. It's terribly flattering." She mutters. 

Viktor looks over to them, barely catching their conversation.

"Why don't you drink this electrolytes concoction? You're probably just dehydrated." He opens a bottle of Powerade and hands it to her to sip, but before she could take it, she winces in pain and leans back against the seat as she rubs her head once more.  

"I'm still feeling rather lightheaded." She says.

"We should get you to the hospital." He offers, but she immediately refuses.

"No. No hospital. I'll be healthy as a horse after a nap. Hm." She sighs. 

"Olivia, why didn't you call your son?" Norman asks, with a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Olivia shrugs, wondering why the third degree, "Because I called you. Is that such a crime?"

Norman shakes his head, "No."  He leans in to take her seat belt and moves to clip it, "But driving without this..." Olivia couldn't help, but breathe in his wonderful scent.  The scent that has drove her crazy since she has met him.  When he pulls back, he was nose to nose with her.  Her breath catches in her throat as he looks down at her with his intense stare.  She could see the arousal building in his eyes and practically smell the semen building up in his testicles.  "is."

Viktor watches Shelley look over at her mother and uncle, recognizing the attraction they were sharing.  The flirting.  

Shelley turns away, almost disgusted with what she saw.  

Viktor sighs and leans in close, "I'm sorry." He whispers.  Shelley was about to type, but Viktor stops her.  He pulls her close till his forehead was touching hers, "You don't have to use it.  I'm not as strong as Celena, but if I try hard enough...I can hear you."  

Shelley gasps softly and closes her eyes, "I....I'm....I'm.....mad!" She thinks as hard as she could so he could hear her. 

"I know." He whispers and pulls away to wipe away the blood.  "You sound so beautiful." He smiles.  

Shelley glows as she smiles shyly.  

"Viktor, are you ok?" Norman frowns as he could see the blood.

Viktor waves it off, "Just a nosebleed. I'm ok." He takes a kleenex from Shelley and wipes it away properly.  

Norman sighs and turns back to Olivia, "I'm gonna drive you and Shelley back. And then I have to go. Do you understand?" He gives Olivia a warning finger, but she simply smiles and strokes his rough cheek.

"No one's expecting more, darling."

Norman carefully shuts the door and turns to Shelley and Viktor, "Shelley, get in the truck, I'm taking you and your Mother home." 

Shelley nods and sighs as she turns back to Viktor, she gives him a small smile and hugs him tight.  Surprising him with a kiss on his cheek before letting go of him.  Viktor stood frozen and smiles in surprise.  Norman chuckles softly at the young love and walks over to him. 

"Do you want lift?  Least I can do." Norman offers.

"I..." Viktor points the other way, but Norman didn't seem he would take 'no' for an answer.  

He gestures him to sit with Shelley in the back of the truck and drives them back to the Godfrey Mansion.  Shelley expressed her distraught with how she felt about her mother and uncle.  She always suspected they were having an affair, but never really believed that.  Now, she didn't know what to believe anymore.  

Finally, they arrived and Shelley didn't want to be next to her mother or her uncle right now.  She was too angry with them.  She just wanted to be alone.  Viktor gave her a gentle hug before letting her go inside and upstairs to her room.  Norman and Olivia walked inside and Viktor managed to catch a few sentences.  

"Wipe your feet. Stay a moment." Olivia begs, wanting more of Norman's presence, but Norman was afraid of what he would do if he stayed any longer.  Olivia always knew how to drive him crazy with lust.  He didn't want to lose his sanity anymore.  But, how can he not resist her?

"What'd I just tell you? I've already cancelled two patients." He frowns.  

Soon, Viktor drowns out the who conversation and takes out a joint.  His head was killing him.  He lights it up and sighs as he exhales slowly a cloud of smoke.  He begins to think back at the library.  How those kids reacted to Shelley.  That girl, Christina, who caused this bullshit that's going on with Peter and himself.  Christina's eyes haunted his mind for a second.  That one second, it was almost like...He couldn't explain it.  There was something about that girl that nagged him.  He couldn't tell if she was a bully or a victim.  Or just dressed in sheep clothing.  Who knows.  

"Hey, yo, Vik." Roman calls out as he walks with his Uncle to his car.

Viktor quickly puts out his joint and tucks it back into his fake cigarette box.  He coughs and walks over to the two of them, "Hey, man." 

Norman frowns when he sniffs a familiar scent, "You smoke?"

Viktor stutters, "Well...it's..."

"Viktor, if I'm gonna let you date my niece, you have to prove your good for her.  Smoking pot is not one of those options."

Viktor holds up a finger and pulls out his wallet to show him a prescription card.  A fake one, but hard to tell, "I have PTSD and my doctor prescribed it for me."

Norman frowns and takes the card, examining it, "What kind of doctor prescribes marijuana to a minor?" He scoffs and hands it back to him.  

"After the accident, I have been having...seizures.  And the marijuana helps calm me." Viktor tries to come up with something, but he was blowing smoke out of his ass.  At least, Norman bought it.  For not.  

"The scar?" Norman asks. 

"Car accident.  My sister, Celena, and I."  Viktor nods. 

"You remember, I told you about that?" Roman says. 

"Oh, right.  Right.  As long as you're being safe..." Norman holds a warning finger at him. 

"I never smoke in front of Shelley and I don't drive." Viktor states. 

"Good.  But, if you need anything, contact my office.  My door is always open." Norman says as he hands Viktor a business card.  

Viktor takes it, nodding in affirmation and stuffs it in his wallet. 

"Want me to give you a lift home?" Roman asks. 

Viktor waves him off, "Nah, Peter's house is just down the hill anyway.  I can walk." 

"Ok.  When you see Celena, tell her I'll meet her tonight." Roman calls. 

Viktor walks off, holding up a 'deuces' sign and waves goodbye as he heads off to Peter's.

"Nice guy." Norman mutters.  "Is he treating Shelley well?" He asks cautiously.

Roman shrugs, "As much as he can.  Mom is against their relationship, but when they meet up for school, he's good to her.  He protects her when I can't."

"Good.  Maybe I'll talk to your mom about giving him a chance.  She should at least get to know him.  Shelley deserves to have some happiness in her life." Norman mutters. 

Roman sighs, "Yeah.  Everyone deserves love, right?"

Norman nods, "Hmm."

"Come on, Uncle.  I'll give you a lift." Roman pats his back and heads to his car. 

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After dropping off his uncle back to the office , Roman heads back home to change and then towards Peter's.  But, he frowns when he sees Letha's car parking in front of Peter's house.  Letha, Peter, Matt, and Celena all get out of the car after Roman pulls up in front of them.  Roman shakes off his frown and puts on a smile for Letha.

Letha smiles big as she sees her cousin and walks up to him to hug him and kiss his cheek.

"Hey, Roman." She says. 

"Hey." Roman says and hugs her back, welcoming the greeting kiss.  

"Muah." Letha kisses him loudly and lets go to walk back to where Matt stood.   

"Uh, we ran into each other in town." Peter scratches his beard as he comes up with a lie.  

"So I see." Roman scoffs.

"We got some frozen yogurt." Celena says as she shrugs. 

"I had another sick craving." Letha laughs. 

"In your condition. I can only imagine. Maybe I had to be there."  Awkward. 

"I'd better get going. You guys keep out of trouble, OK?" Letha smiles.

"Stay frosty." Roman gives a smile as he bids his cousin goodbye.

Matt helps her get into the car, "Thank you." She smiles and waves as she drives off, "See ya."

Peter, Roman, and Celena move out of the way so she could avoid Roman's car and drive off.  

The smiles drop and the frowns grow as Roman glares at Peter and Matt.

"It was just a ride home." Peter states. 

Roman shrugs, "Yeah, got it.  Got a flashlight?" He asks as he scratches his head.  

Peter nods and walks down to his house to grab everything.  Lynda informed Peter that Viktor was there earlier, but flew off home.  

Matt didn't say anything, but he says goodbye to Celena and walks off into the woods to fly out. 

When it was just the two of them, Celena felt like her legs were about to give out and they nearly did.  She squats to the ground, hugging herself.  

"What's wrong?" Roman frowns and meets her height.  

"The vargulf was in town." Her voice shakes. 

"What?!" Roman exclaims.  "You know who it is?" He asks. 

"No.  We still  have no idea who it is." She looks up at him, "But, I heard him.  Or her.  That voice." Her lips tremble.   

Roman helps her to stand up and grips her arms, rubbing them as he feels her shake against his hands, "What did he say?" 

"I think Peter is right.  I don't think whoever the Vargulf is knows what he is doing.  Cause when I heard that voice, it sounded like he was commanding someone." Celena lets out a shuddering breath.  "He said...'Find the moon'."

Roman's grip suddenly tightens as his eyes light up in worry and fear.  

"And we know who the moon is." She whimpers. 

Roman pulls her into his arms and holds her tight.  Celena wraps her arms around him, holding on to him tightly.  It felt nice being in his arms.  Safe and yet, unlike being in Peter's arms, it felt like...secure.  Peter was home and Roman was safe.

After Halloween night, Peter and Roman both knew now who the moon is.  Celena.  And now, they know that the Vargulf is after her.  But who is it?!

He swore silently that he'll never let the vargulf touch her.  He would kill him if ever laid one single finger on her.  Even if she pricked her finger, he will kill anyone.  He sighs softly as he holds her, placing his nose in her hair and breathes her in deep into his soul.  Not caring that Peter was watching the whole thing with a harsh glare.  

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After Peter gathered all that was needed to explore the mill, Roman drives the three of them in his jaguar to the Godfrey Steel Mill.  As they drove down the dirt path, Peter exclaims as he thinks of the power to own something as big as a mill.  

"How does it feel to have your name on everything?"

Roman snorts, "Like a fucking pimp." He smirks and parks the car right in front of the gated fence next to the mill.  

Peter frowns as he begins to worry if someone sees the car, "Isn't there somewhere around back we can park this?"

"Nobody gives a shit what happens out here."  Roman waves it off as he gets out.  

"Except us, right?" Celena mutters sarcastically as Roman holds the door open for her.   Roman takes one last drag of his cigarette and tosses it.  Peter wraps his arm around Celena's waist as they watch Roman unlock the gate.  He pulls on the chain and opens it wide as he steps in first.  

"Woah." Celena mutters as she looks at the aftermath of the mill.  

"Cool." Peter exhales and tosses his cig as well as the three of them walks towards the back door.   Roman unlocks it and yanks the door open.  The three of them walk inside the dark, dank building.  Passing large furnaces and pipes.   

"You ever see this place when it was running?"   Peter asks. 

"My old man closed it before I was born. Lots of people died here-- workers and shit." Roman says as they get out their flashlights and start heading towards the center of the mill.  A big, empty area with steel columns and water pouring from above, soaking the ground with mud and god knows what else.  

Peter walks ahead, over the patches of dry ground and debris that protected him from the water.  Celena follows with Roman behind her.  She jumps a few times to make it across the water.  

"You know when you close your ears, sometimes the sound of your heart is like a little man walking through snow." Roman randomly says. 

"Yep." Peter mutters, getting use to Roman's random conversations.  He guesses it was Roman's way of coping with stressful situations. 

"Hey, what was that, uh, big structure that was outside?" Peter asks.  

"It's a Bessemer converter. At one point, they made pig iron into money." Roman explains. 

Celena frowns, "Pig iron?" She gasps as she slips, but Roman shouts and grabs her, forcing her to press against his body.  

"You ok?" He asks. 

"Yeah.  Thanks." Celena blushes and move away, "Um...Do we have any idea what we may be looking for?" She asks.  

Peter shakes off his jealously, "Uh...driver's license, social security card, dream journal..." Peter says sarcastically. 

Roman scoffs and jumps across to dry land, "This is a joke. Left or right?" He points his flashlight down both ways. 

"I don't know. Let's split up." Peter shrugs.  

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Celena says nervously, reminding them about what she heard earlier.  

"We won't stray too far from each other.  Ok?" Peter says and looks over to Roman to agree. 

"Yell and we'll be there." Roman nods and gives her a side hug.  

"I'll go this way." Peter picks left while Roman took right.  That left Celena going straight.  

Soon, Peter finds a pathway that led him down a tight hall with pipes and wires everywhere.  He stiffens in caution as he senses someone coming.  He walks slowly down towards the end, ready to attack.  But, jumps when a light is shined in is face and laughter was made.  He holds up a hand to shield himself, but sighs in relief and disappointment that it was just Roman.  

Roman laughs in amusement, "What's up?"

"Nothing." 

"You find anything?" Roman asks.  

"No."  Peter frowns. "Where's Celena?" 

"She's fine.  She's up ahead." Roman says as he points his light down a path. 

Peter walks out of the hallway and continues to search with Roman, but after hours of searching, they have found nothing.  

Peter was growing frustrated with everything, he scoffs, "All right, I'm done. Let's get out of here."

"We haven't found anything." Roman states. 

"Yeah. I'm good with that." Peter says sarcastically. 

Roman shakes his head, "Let's just keep looking."

Celena could hear them talking from where she was, they were drawing near. 

"Hey, Cell, you find anything?" Roman calls out.  

Celena shines her lights around, hearing the rats squeak as they roam around her.  She shudders in disgust, "Besides rats, nothing useful!" She calls out.  

"I hate rats." Roman states. 

Celena gasps as a metallic clang was made not too far from her. 

"You hear that?" Roman freezes.  

"Yeah, do you smell that?" Peter asks.  

Peter and Roman both continue their search as they follow the smell.  Celena scrunches her face in disgust and covers her nose.  It smelled like something died in here.  

"Ugh!" She groans. 

She moves her flashlight around as she reaches a piled of debris and rebars.  Chunks of steel and concrete.  When she shines her light towards the pile, she covers her mouth in horror and screams.

Roman and Peter rushes towards her screams, "Celena!" 

Peter grabs a bar off the ground and runs to her.  Roman was the first to reach her and she grabs him, whimpering in fear as she looks away from the sight.

Roman looks over to what she was looking at and couldn't believe what he was seeing.  Legs.  Bloody legs that was covered in goop and water from the mill.  His eyes trails up and he could see parts of a hipbone with chunks of muscle still attached, but chewed up.  Rats covered the legs, crawling all over through the bones, gnawing on the leftover meat.  

"What the fuck is that?" 

Peter looks away a few times, that scent, he knew it well, "It's...it's Lisa Willoughby."

Celena could barely get a straight word out as she continues to whimper, "I'd like to go. Now, please.  Please!" She yanks on Roman's coat.

Roman shudders in disgust, but it seeing a dead body wasn't new for Peter.  Together, they move away from the sight to head back to where they came in.  

"God, I'm gonna be sick!" Celena groans.  

"Who the fuck comes in here?" Peter asks Roman. 

Roman tries to think, but he never really gave this place much attention or thought, besides for parties and raves. 

"I don't know."  

"It's your fucking mill." Peter points out furiously.

"Should we tell someone?" Celena holds herself as her body shakes. 

"Yeah, we should call the cops." Roman agrees.

"Tell them what?" Peter scoffs at her. 

"I dunno." Roman mutters.

"How about the fact there's half-eaten woman's parts in the back of the mill?!"  Celena exclaims as she points at what they just saw. 

Suddenly, the sound of a car approaching, along with a police's siren bleeps startles everyone.  If the cops discover them next to half of a corpse, it's bad news for them.  Especially, Peter and Celena. 

"Shit!" Peter snarls as he looks out the window, avoiding being seen.  

"I'll deal with it." Roman says as he spots the familiar deputies parking behind his car.  

"Just do it, OK? Don't fuck around." Peter demanded.  

Roman scoffs, "You've made your point."  He, suddenly, turns to both of them, "Where?" He asks.  

"What are you talking about?" Peter frowns in confusion.  

"You said you ran into Letha in town." Roman glares at Peter, demanding answers for his lie. "Where?"

"Jesus Christ! Come on!" Peter exclaims exasperatedly.  

"Was she helping out with the water heater too?" Roman scoffs sarcastically.  

"They're gonna find your car."

"Roman, she was helping us out, but we didn't want to let you know until we had something concrete, ok?!" Celena exclaims, panting softly.  

Peter and Roman both were quietly glaring at each other, till Roman directed his glare at her.  

"You should've told me your cousin was into the pregnant thing. I could've hooked him up." He said coldly.

Celena's jaw dropped widely and she slaps him for that, "Stop being an asshole.  This is serious." 

Roman's jaw clenches and he stares her down in such anger. 

"Now, I'm sorry we left you out, but look at what you did at Lisa Willoughby's house.  Remember how you handled that?  We were going to tell you once we had solid information.  I promise we're not gonna keep anything from you.  Right, Peter?" Celena looks over to Peter, who rolls his eyes and grips his head in frustration.  "Right?" She gives him a menacing look. 

Peter scoffs as Roman looks over to him, waiting for his answer. 

"Fine, whatever." 

"I don't like secrets." Roman snarls.  

Soon, voices from outside call out, "Hey, you might as well get your tight ass out here! 'Cause I'm gonna be real pissed if I have to go in there!" A deputy yells. 

"XK Douchebag. Master Godfrey's, if memory serves. Little fucker." Peter hears one deputy says as they could see a familiar fat deputy exam Roman's license plate.

"Just get rid of them. Please!" Pete begs.  He knew he was being a dick, but he needed those cops off of him.  

Roman sneers at him, "Since you said the magic word." He walks around to meet with the cops outside.  

"Fuck." Peter mutters and moves to watches the cops as Roman walks around to the gate.  

"Well, olly, olly, oxen free." A deputy laughs as he spots Roman Godfrey. 

"Can I help you gentlemen?" Roman asks, casually, with a hint of sarcasm.   

"Well, maybe you could start by telling us what the hell you're doing out here." One deputy says. 

"Well, gee, I was sitting quietly by myself playing solitaire. I hope wasn't disturbing anyone." Roman says sarcastically.

With a sneer, "You think we won't run you in, you damn little punk?" The deputy scoffs at Roman.

"I fucking hate small town cops." Celena scoffs as she begins to hear their bitter voices about Roman. 

"Come on, just do it. Do the creepy roofie eyes." Peter mutters, waiting impatiently for Roman to get rid for the cops, but Celena knew that Roman had other plans. 

"Yeah, what does that say?" Roman scoffs as he points at the sign with his name in big letters.  

"We know what it says." The deputy sneers.

"OK, I'll-I'll level with you." Roman chuckles.

"Don't say it. Don't you dare." Celena mutters.

Peter frowns at her, then turns to watch Roman, wondering why he hasn't done the glare on them yet, "What are you doing?" He mutters softly. 

"I was actually jacking off to French postcards of your mother, and, uh, would prefer a little privacy. So, if you wouldn't mind pissing off...and staying away from my property..." Roman sneers at them, but is cut off as one of the deputies grab him and force him to turn around to cuff him. 

"Best news I got all week."

"Roman, why?" Celena asks.  

Roman looks over to the window and winks at Celena, "It's better this way.  They won't go inside now that they have me in custody.  It'll give you and Peter a head start to get out of here."

The deputies look over to where Roman was staring at, wondering if Roman was alone or not. One walks over to the building.

"Well, you looking at something in there, little pretty boy? Hm? Oh, you got a friend in there? Huh?" One deputy taunts. 

Peter and Celena hide as the deputy draws closer, but scoffs and turns back to the patrol car.

The deputy arresting Roman holds on to him, "At the request of Olivia Godfrey, I'm placing you under arrest for trespassing on private property." He declares. 

"Our mistake. Everyone knows fuck-face doesn't have any friends." The other deputy laughs. 

Celena glares and Peter jumps when he hears rumbling, but stops her by grabbing her arm, "No!" He whispers and holds up a warning finger at her. 

Celena sighs and continues to watch the police take Roman away, they shove him into the back and get into the car.

"They're wrong, Roman.  Remember that.  You do have friends." 

Roman looks over to her and watches her place a hand over the glass.  He sighs softly at those words in his head.  Soon, he watches the mill fade as they drive off to the station.  

Peter sighs in relief, but shakes his head at this outcome.  He mutters bitterly and paces, growling in frustration.  

"Peter, we need to go.  We need to get out of here." Celena states as she takes his arm and pulls on him.  

After the cops were long gone, Peter and Celena headed for Roman's car.  Hoping that the keys were still there, but when Peter gets, the keys were gone. 

"No, no, no. Where are the keys? Why?!"He growls in frustration and punches the wheel and glove compartment. "Fuck! What are you doing?! What are you--"He places his head against  the wheel. Trying to think.

"Peter! Peter!" Celena grabs him and holds on to him as he pants in heaving breaths.  

"What are you doing?" He mutters to himself.  

With a sigh, he lifts his head and rubs his face.  Then, he looks up in to the twilight sky.  The moon was drawing near to be full.  His wolf was clawing inside with need.  To be free, but like him, it was frustrated with waiting.  

"You asshole." He growls.

"Roman was trying to protect us." Celena protests.  

Peter snorts, "Yeah." he mutters.  He hops out of the car and walks back to the gate, "Come on, I need to check something."

Celena follows him, but slows her steps, "What if the Vargulf comes back?"

Peter sighs and takes her hand, "I won't let anyone hurt you.  Ever." He swore.  

Celena sighs softly and holds on to his hand tightly and walks with him back to where he was first looking for clues.  In the control room.

"Why are we going through here?" She asks softly.  

When Peter opens the door and shines his flashlight around, the sight answered her question.  

"I knew I smelled blood, but this...this isn't fresh.  It's old.  Probably weeks or days old."

"We're in his feeding ground, aren't we?" Celena shudders at the thought.

"Not just his.  This is a Upir's M.O.  If it was the Vargulf's, there would be bodies.  This is just blood." 

"Wait, wait, wait...are you saying...?" Celena stutters, but watches Peter shine his light up at the ceiling.  Both of them jump at the sight. 

"Mil truj."

Wings.  Blood angel wings.  As if someone drew them...on the ceiling!  Celena gulps at the familiarity.  When Peter shines his light over the blood, the light casted shadows that almost formed  man over the wings.  Again, it all comes back to the three signs.  The Moon, The Man, The Wolf.  

~God, this was the longest chapter ever.  I hope everyone likes what I've written so far.  I'm seeing readers, but no comments or likes.  :(  No likey?  What can I do to change that?  Lots of love! Song~