The room streamed in HD quality; with everything washed in complete detail; then unfocused; pulsating in such fuzziness that all those details became so indistinct; nothing stood out; it all blended as one. I was completely disoriented. The burning sliced through the tip of my skull to the soles of my feet.

I knew I had changed; I could feel the rage the animal inside had long been waiting to expel outwards and find freedom from the tomb like space it held within.

I could hear a whisper; then another, as it ping-ponging outside of the threshold and down the twisted tunnels. They were on their way; suppose the land puzzles, nor the fires could keep them at bay. The beginnings of a shadow started to cast off the wall just outside the column doors. I shifted my focus to take refuge just behind a large crevasse carved out of the side of one of the walls; my furry hands suddenly shivered; contorting and elongating with even longer and sharper stiletto nails; though the shock value had entered my mind, but quickly had been shook away, as it equally boosted my confidence in attacking whoever came trotting through.

The whisper had turned into a full-blown low scruff of a voice as it called out; but the call out wasn't whom I had expected to have heard. The voice had called for Dannity! Why her? The questioned pecked at me as the stretched silhouette appearing on the sandy ground rapidly shortened until the hulking form had passed a few feet from my hidden self.

The smoky grey form (at least the scent) seemed familiar; a closely knitted pattern could be made out as he moved in and out of streaming blue light – black stipes maybe – but as it unexpectedly ran and bent over to attend the unconscious werewolf; his peripheral view sought me out instantly. Laying the head of Jensen gently back on the ground as he looped around on his furry heels; widening his burly limbs; readying his posture to challenge me. There was no doubt that this beast cared for the wolfman just behind him.

But as quickly as that thought hit me, another idea trampled in that this wasn't any ordinary creature calling out for Danni; nor was the aroma pouring from him to be missed, as it blasted those memories and intense feelings blowing back over me as if I were transported to that particular night to which the two people were liquid swapping behind the closed door; then again wafting around the stoop as I hid from her and him after regretfully sending my apparent homicidal mammal after her; this right in front of me now was a lover seeking retaliation; this had to be Ben! But a remarkably different male than to which I had remembered.

Had this been some side-effect from having been exposed to Blayke's tainted and putrid genetic code?

I shuddered to think of all those who may been exposed and not truly aware of what they've contracted within their bodies. Yet, considering that there hasn't been any overwhelmingly outcries of a form disease spreading across campus, I'm willing to think that not all physical contacts result in a more drastic amount of unaccounted forms of undiscovered species of the supernatural.

I couldn't help reconsider Jensen's comments earlier; and now witnessing the presence of such an oddity, I'd say that it takes a unique blend of the hosts own DNA with the supernatural to bring such alterations to one's original self.

I wonder if it has anything to do with a hereditary trait.

I walked out from the wall; placing down the stiletto nailed hands to my side; hoping that this opted for a sign of peace.

He only grimaced as he growled in protest; projecting into a defensive stance; ears lying flat alongside his head as he curled back his upper lip to expose the crimson stained incisors and the impossibly longer bladelike canine teeth.

He was immensely beautiful underneath the misty mix of fur; he eyes almost entirely absent being surrounded by the dark lashes; then again. As he stirred around in his stance, a slit of red shimmered right down the middle of his pupils.

"Ben..." I begged under a half growl. It was only natural, as seeing I was half animal, or something. "I didn't hurt him... I mean, I hurled at a wall, and knocked him unconscious, but it was all I could think of that the moment."

He belled in rage at my statement. Inching a bit closer; falling onto all four as readying a coordinated swoop.

I hesitated, as I didn't care to fight him, but I would if provoked to the point no return.

"If there was anyone you should be aiming those pointies at... it should be my brother." I countered. Maybe a bit of reasonable truth would convince this beast of my inattention towards his partner. "Blayke has some kind of control over him... a veil painted over his face to where his actions are not his but all Blayke's instead."

He laughed through the canines. "and why would I believe that from you?" he countered. "Doesn't some inkling of evil corrode through all family members?"

That caught me in the nuts; as I contemplated that thought. I have been battling something in me lately... an entity I believed to be evil... perhaps he was right; I myself could be as easily pinned as evil; I mean I did almost kill the woman I love.

Love.

That sudden feeling leaped throughout my body; convulsing every vein in a soothing calmness. The room quickly pulsed as the prussians; russets and grays ruptured and congealed together, as I fell to my knees in a panic.

As my eyes finally opened, my vision blurred to see the dirty fingers and palms braced against the cave floor were normal; human; mine. I leaned back onto my calf's. The raged had subsided. I whimpered at the retransformation. It was Dannity... the thought of her; the love I felt; that was what caused me to turn back.

I looked back to Ben, who had rested his grimace, and retracted his leering stance. In disbelief of my human form returning in such a manner; even at this odd time.

"Dannity..." I stressed in a coughing fit. "She's in there." I coddled out as I fell back onto my palms faced down, as a stream of blood dribbled out.

Ben quickly ran down the efforts of a battle raging within him, as he looked over at the oversized mirror. "What the hell do they have in there... king kong?"

I huffed away an inappropriate chuckle as my own chest patted in erratic rhythm. My hands suddenly tickled and burned all in one feeling, as if they had fallen asleep do to the loss of blood circulating. Turning my wrists face up, the normally blue veins were violent scarlet as they fiercely punched down my forearm; through the biceps; into my shoulders and disappearing deeper under the tissue. I could feel the ache; the pain; the exhilaration as it beckoned my strength to rise; as my energy skyrocketed to new heights.

Yet as quickly as that feeling enchanted my senses, the seasoning that bolstered behind it as a hint of the iron flavor upon my tongue; I involuntarily became sick as the taste hit the lining of my stomach. The taste so irreverent; familiar; that loquat fruit & sweet (the scent that hits you before placing any sweet food into your mouth; I can almost taste it sensation) smelling sandalwood – Dannity! I was tasting her. Something was off; wrong – very wrong!

I ran to the mirror; panicked; heart stricken that I couldn't help or save her. What's the point of being supernatural if you can use when it is absolutely needed?

I banged on the surface in any effort that the motion would give way to an opening, or that some being would at least hear the pleas and manifest with some assistance.

The presence of the hairy beast that was Ben came apparent; obviously a bit confused as to what was going on, or the legist of the manic declarations exploring my colorful language.

"Dannity is being eaten... or hurt... err... something is happening behind this hurdle of a wall!" I stressed.

He grimaced and quickly understood my apprehensive explosions. I watched in utter failure at my repetitive attempts; suddenly focused on him as he lifted his hairy palm; slowly rolling out those creature feature protracted fingers to the wall, only his first attempt didn't warrant him arrest, as his flesh didn't press against the reflection or stopped by whatever unseen force was keeping me out; his limb slowly progressed through. Pulsating the watery surface with every inch he pushed forward.

We shared a look of utter fascination.

As he progressed completely through the glass; my own hesitation had grown as I needed to get to her – now!