Keller's place of safekeeping was a cave tucked under a mossy hill guarded by a colossal tree. Hidden from the world, Asia didn't have to guess how he found it. The constant dripping of rain runoff must have called to him in his pursuit for shelter. The monotone drizzling lulled Asia into a state of tranquility. She rested her spinning head on Shaka's cotton ball fur letting the night force her into submission. She lost the battle, no more could she keep her eyes trained on the opening of the rocky walled dwelling she found refuge. Although her hand stayed clutched on the gun, her eyes slid closed.

Stamping her ticket to dreamland, she traveled to a distant memory. A seventeen-year-old Asia cleaved her legs to her chest sitting on her unmade bed. Her glassy eyes were fixed on the TV but not watching the overzealous actors. She refused to look at the woman with the bob of twisty curls and genuine concern hanging on her face. 

It was her mother. Usually, Asia loved to hear the woman talk in her melodic tone but today wasn't the day. Asia didn't feel like hearing the same rewarmed, heartfelt oration about how she was normal. Asia knew it was a lie the second time her mom preached it. Now, for the fifth time, it began to insult Asia's intelligence.

"Can you please just go?" Asia begged, plopping back on her mountain of pillows. "I want to be alone."

Mrs. Knight gingerly sat her narrow body on the edge of her daughter's bed, "It'll happen when it's supposed to happen, baby." She placed her hand on Asia's leg. Her cold hand became soothed at the touch.

Asia was still running warm. It was two months ago, Mrs. Knight discovered her child had a temperature higher than 98.6. Asia clocked in at 102.7. The doctor ran tests, which Asia passed.

"Baby." Asia huffed. "Something I'll never have." She flipped the white comforter over her body. "I'm not normal. All of my friends started their cycle years ago." She pulled the comfortable over her head, hiding the tears that began falling again.

Shaka was lying under the bed sheets still as a teddy bear. She rested her head on his neck and let the tears trickle onto his fur.

"It'll come, Asia." Mrs. Knight stroked her daughter's shoulder. "It'll come."

And it did. Asia's eyes flew open. It just did.

Shaka's growl vibrated against Asia's neck. She sat up pointing the gun at the figure crawling into the cave. The creature said nothing as it pulled into its long body into the dwelling. A bullet clicked into place as Asia steadied her arm. There was no doubt in her. She was going to shoot to kill.

"I wouldn't advise you to fire that." Keller stood pulling his head up. "The noise will alert the dogs and bring the Hunters."

Asia uncocked and lowered the gun. She got lost in his eyes. The gleaming orbs that appeared like sapphires drowned in sunlight.

"They're glowing aren't they?" He shimmed off the backpack.

She nodded at the boy with the eyes of a jungle cat. "What color are mines? Are they the same as yours?"

Keller stopped rummaging through the bag. He leered into her eyes. His gaze sat fire to her flesh. With every second that passed, it felt like he was reading her soul like a book he would never return to the library. She was locked into his stare, entranced in it. Reading his soul also. The trials he endured. The immensity of loneliness surrounding him, the guilt that upset him for being one of the few to survive, and the pain he felt from seeing people he loved die; she felt it all. They were the same emotions that plundered through her.

Shaka nudged his nose under her arm begging to be petted. Shaka's need for human attention broke Asia out of her hypnosis.

"Like melted gold," Keller said watching Asia stroke Shaka's broad neck.

"Huh?" She asked refusing to set eyes on him again in fear that she wouldn't be able to look away.

Keller began dumping boxes out the backpack, "Your eyes." He looked up and she shifted her sight back to Shaka. "They look like melted gold. Like his." He nodded towards Shaka.

"My eyes look like my wolf's." This time she had to look at him. "You sure know how to flatter a girl."

"I'm not trying to flatter you." Keller scooted closer to her. "I'm just telling the truth."

Asia felt a little hurt. She didn't know why. She didn't know the guy and she wasn't looking for love. Especially not in her present state, trying to stay alive and all. It was probably because he was the first person she'd met after the attack. Or the fact that he was sharing his secret lair with her, or that he trekked back to the danger-plagued town to get supplies for her wound; the wound he was about to inspected right now. Or it could be her hormones since her period just started. Maybe that was it. The massive dose of estrogen was making her feel all needy and dreamy-eyed.

Asia hissed as Keller wiped the dried blood off the cut on her hand. The alcohol-drenched gauze was assaulting her since the adrenaline wasn't flooding her body anymore. She tried to pull her hand away from him but he just held firmly to her wrist keeping her hand in the position he wanted it. He lowered his mouth and lightly blew on the cut drying the moisture. He wrapped it with gauze and sealed it with tape. She exhaled relaxing until he removed the bloodstained shirt from her thigh. She hugged Shaka and nuzzled her head in the thick fur on his back. This was going to hurt. There was a puncture that traveled from the front to the back of her thigh, which meant lots of tender flesh for the alcohol to bite at.

"Don't scream," Keller ordered before pouring alcohol right into her wound.

The liquid slid through her flesh like lava. Asia's head shot up. Her eyes brimmed as far as they could go. There was no way to stop the yell that surged up her throat. It slipped past her uvula and rolled over her tongue. The scream of a thousand decibels was about to rock pass her teeth until Keller's rough hand covered her soft lips. The scream died down becoming a moan that vibrated against his hand.

"I told you not to scream." Keller used his thumb to wipe away the tear that hung on Asia's eyelash.

"I'm sorry." Asia breathed missing the warmth of his hand.

Keller sniffed. He looked at her thigh then sniffed the air again. "Why do I still smell blood?"

Asia dropped her head. He was not the first person she wanted to tell. Matter of fact no one was the exact person she wanted to tell, maybe her mother but that was it.

He checked her leg and then her other leg, "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"No." She pulled her leg away from him. "I..." She groaned. She had to tell him not just because he probably wouldn't stop checking her but he'd also have to take another trip to the general store. "My period just started."

"Hum." Keller shifted to his backpack. He dug in it and pulled out a box. "Good thing I brought these, huh."

Asia took the box of tampons from him, "How did you know?"

"I didn't." He began wrapping clean gauze around her thigh. "I just asked myself what are the things a girl needs and I tossed it in the backpack."

Asia hugged the box sighing with relief, "Ah, I love you!"

"The tampons.... or me?" Keller asked with a smirk dancing on his face.

"The tampons," Asia answered. "Definitely, the tampons."

"Women." Keller tsked patting Shaka on the head. "Women."

Asia cleared her throat gaining Keller's attention, "So... I'm gonna need you to leave the cave, Batman."

"Sure thing." Keller thought for a second and then his smirk grew into a smile. "Supergirl."