A/N: Hello Readers. Here is chapter 15 and it was a bit longer writing then I attended. I know there is a lot of questions being asked about Connor's brother and all but all in good time of course. I do want to thank each and everyone for voting and reading. I do appreciate it and I did say I'd have a picture of Arty so to the right is Big Red. I'd want him with red hair though but other then that, his built and facial hair match perfectyl and I loved him as Little John in Robin Hood Men in Tights. Let me know what you all think. Enjoy!

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

          This wasn't happening. I was running back towards the dock of St. George. I sensed Kenny and Greg and when I arrived to where they were, still near the ferry, I wanted to see the writing. It was just next to the missing fingers of Penelope, deep red. The words were staring back at me, I'll see you soon little brother - Dante. Kenny and Greg stood next to me, staring at the words. I could feel them tense, I knew what was going through their heads, they thought Dante was dead. If I told them the truth my pack, I strived hard to united for the better, would fall. I couldn't now, it wasn't the time but the message, it was hauntiing. There was no possible way she knew anything about my past. Kenny brought me out of my thoughts, "What's going on Alpha?" I turned to face him, letting my emotions down and my Alpha take part,

                  "I don't know. I don't know how she would know anything about Dante." I tried to sound worried and Greg stepped next to me, "Is Dante dead . . . I'm not trying to question the fact that you didn't kill him Alpha . . . Just this . . ." I held a hand up, cutting him off.

                       "She's a crazy sucubus. She was powerful, powerful enough to control multiple vampires. She even controlled Caine so controlling any other werewolf would have given her the ability to know about Dante." Greg looked back at the message and Kenny knelt down, "Do you want us to clean this then?" he asked.

                           "Yeah . . . And don't let Drayden or Caine know about this. This is nothing. Understood?" They both agreed and Kenny started to clean it off. I walked back to where my Ducati sat and Greg joined next to me, "I'm sorry that you had to see that." he said. It was a soft subject for me and I didn't get into much detail of it. No one knew the truth but the words I told them the day I hunted Dante down. I shook my head, "We'll have this all figured out. Right now, I've gotta get back to Eryn. Get back to the house and patroll there, Drayden and I will stay at the hospital with Eryn." Greg nodded and I got onto the Ducati. Greg walked back to where Kenny was and I grabbed my helment, set it on and rode back to the hospital. 

          Vince had been in the room when I entered and Eryn was still not awake. Vince was checking her vital signs and he was silent. Drayden stood in the corner, waiting. I walked over to Vince, "Whats going on?" I asked him

                          "She's fine but she hasn't woken up." he said, checking her eyes. They dialated and then he checked the pulse, normal. He sighed, "Alright, only one can stay in. Hospital rules and is Brody coming tonight?" he asked. Drayden and I looked at eachother and I answered, "He's in bad shape." 

                           "Bad shape? Is he hurt?" he asked, worry replacing his expression. 

                          "No . . . He's at his place, healing." Drayden answered. Vince swore and glared at me, "Damnit, vampires don't heal fast enough, not like werewolves. Damnit. Alright, I'll head over there and check it out. Right now, one of you gotta go." he said and I told Drayden to patrol outside of the hospital. Vince and Drayden had left and I stayed with Eryn. This was all wrong, first Penelope and now . . . I didn't want to think it was him. It was impossible. I closed my eyes and my memories poured in of Dante.

[Flash Back]

           My feet weren't fast enough to keep up with the other boys in my training class. They were too fast and trying to run at there speed in human form was impossible. I was breathing hard and my legs were aching. I could now feel the tears start to form, I was 7-years-old, the youngest in the class or the runt to everyone else. I fouhgt the tears but already, they started to fall. The sun was beating down my back but I picked up my feet and kept running. The woods of Colorado were deep and I had lost senses of the boys that had long ago past me. My body was slowing down now, I couldn't do this. I couldn't do this. I stopped and took my breaths but I never got how the others could pace themselves.

                   "Bud, you gotta make it!" Dante's voice echoed in my thoughts. I scrunched my eyes together, "Big brother, this is hard." I cried. Telepathically communicating with him took me longest but I finally learned. Dante let me know that if I cleared my mind, I would be good at it. He was 11, 4 years older then I was and he surpassed even the older kids in his training class. He was the best and I couldn't ask for anyone else to look up to. I started crying harder now, "Brother, this is too hard." I didn't care at the moment, I was hurting. Next thing I knew, he burst through the woods. His dark midnight hair shined in the sun and his green eyes gave me hope. He was tall, almost reaching a good 5'7. I had been sitting down on a log, crying. He knelt down to me, "Hey, It's okay to cry but you have to finish this. In order to do so, you've gotta trust yourself that you can do it."

         I sniffled a bit, looking down at my small fingers and he sat next to me, setting his arm around me, "I believe you can do it. Believe in your inner wolf and yourself, next thing you know, you'll be back in the town in no time." The tears continued as I looked up at him and he was smiling. I slowly formed the smile back at him and stood up, "Alright big brother, I'll do it," 

                  "Atta boy . . . I'll be with you the whole way." He kept his words as he ran a distance from me, keeping to my speed. I had come in last but had finished the run. I was sweating but the feeling of being done made me happy enough. Dante congradulated me and my parents did the same. My father thought an ice cream was a good enough treat for us. We went into the town of Westminister and sat in the parlor of Baskin Robbins. Dante always ordered a napoleon and I loved butter pecan. It was a good day. My father was Alpha of the pack so he held nightly meetings with his Beta and the warriors of the pack. My brother and I weren't invited, we were too young. Our father said that once Dante turned 13, he would be able to be part of the meetings. Dante was after all next in line to being an Alpha. So Dante would take me to our tree built just in the back of our home. I laid down as we stared up at the darkened skies, listening to the night. His goal in life was to become the best Alpha there was and to unite all packs. My dream was to be just like him. He didn't know that but if I ever achieved it, I would be happy about it.

[Present Day]

          I quickly woke up to a small sound of the machines going in the room. The sun had shone bright through the window and I looked up to see Eryn still unconcious. I looked at the clock on the wall of the room, it was already noone. I sat up from off the bed where Eryn lay and called out fro Drayde, 

                   "Where are you?" I asked

                   "On the roof. You've been a sleep for a bit and the guys had been communicating with me. Everything is okay. Gina is taking care of Brody. The wizard doctor healed most of his broken bones and Brody is quite pissed. He's going to be at the hospital tonight, for warning." he chuckled. 

                     "I bet. Alright, let the guys know I'll be here for a bit longer. I'll contact home and tell them we'll be heading back in two months. I would have given six months but this is too much." He understood and I looked at Eryn. Had she not come through yet? I stood up and moved a piece of hair out of her face. Please wake up soon, I know it's only been since last night but this was too much to bare. Vince then walked into the room a clipboard in hand, "Morning. Anything from her yet?" he asked as he checked her vitals for the morning. 

                          "No." I answered. He checked her pulse, "She should of been up by now." he said. I scrunched my eyebrows together, "So why isn't she?" 

                           "She's unconcious. She should have been responsive by now." He then called a nurse in and he asked her if she had any movements. The nurse said no and Vince asked her to leave. He then stood over the bed, "Something is wrong. She should have at least shown some sign of movement. Alright . . . Close the door." he said to me and I raised an eyebrow. He looked at me and said it again. This time I complied. I closed it and he lifted his hand up, "I'm going to see how to reach her magically." he said. What kind of wizard was he. He started to chant something and then started to shake. In a blink of an eye, he flew backwards. I ran over to help him up and he dusted his self off, "She finally found her powers." he said and I was taken back, "How did you . . ." I was about to say but he cut me off,

                             "An old family friend, I thought I told you that. I knew her mothers family." 

                             "Her mother was a witch?" I asked.

                             "Sorceress. Witches aren't close to sorceress. Her mothers family has been through hell and back. I'm afraid for her now, she's in a coma and it's because of her sorceress."

                              "WHAT . . . How long is this?" I was in a panic. He told me to calm down, "Whoa son . . . It's until she recovers from using so much of her powers. She can't control her powers so once it's taken her over, it drains her energy. She needs a few weeks to heal through it and . . ."

                                "A few weeks? Your shitting me. That's not possible." I was in anger now. 

                                "Look, if I could, I would help her. Even as a healing wizard, I can't help her. Her powers are way more advanced then mine. The only thing we can do is wait until she is able to wake." He started to walk away but stopped before setting his hand on the door knob,

                                    "And you might want to find another sorceress who knows how to control her powers, once Eryn masters that, she'll be able to combine her soul with her powers and be able to control it. But finding a sorceress is like looking for a needle in a hay stack." he opened the door and exited the room. I looked back at Eryn and felt a ping of fault for her being unconcious. He said weeks. I'd hope it was only days.

WEEK ONE

          The last reponse I remembered was her twitching but other then that, it was her light breathing. The nurse had come in a few times to check up on her everyday since the incident at the Mill. I still remembered it as if it was yesterday. I hadn't left her bed side and Brody had looked better even with the bruises still visible on his face, when he came to visit. He hated me and wanted my head but there was nothing any of us can do but to wait. He blamed me for the incident but I was already to take it.. Greg and Kenny hadn't brought up the incident with my brother and I liked it that way.  Vince had come in to see if anything had changed but nothing. It was only the first week.

WEEK TWO

         My patience was weary and still Eryn laid in a coma. Her birthday had passed two days ago and the room was filled with ballons that said Happy 21st. Her uncle tried to hide the tears when he visited and I had exited the room when he asked me to, he wanted to tell her things in private. What it was, I didn't know and I didn't dare listen in on what he was saying to her. Gina, Jared and Arty visited at night also, and Gina always left the hospital in tears. I was more angry with myself then anything else. Hitting her wasn't what I wanted to do but there was nothing else I could have done. Another week of staying by her side.

WEEK THREE

WEEK FOUR

WEEK FIVE

         A month of this was killing me. She was still asleep. The flowers that were left on her bed side had died weeks back. The balloons that floated in her room had floated hopelessly and Brody slept  at the hospital during the nights. He hadn't left since the second week. I hadn't had much of any sleep. My pack had patrolled and Drayden wanted me to at least get some air but I didn't dare leave her side. A stong bearded shadow covered my face. I only took showers when I started to reek but I didn't dare shave what was on my face. My inner wolf had long ago gone silent, afraid that she would be asleep longer then needed. Sometimes I wondered if she heard anything I said to her the first night she was in the hospital. My pack needed me but my heart belonged to her. I lay my head on her bed, near her arm and felt the tears start to fall.