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He served himself a stiff whiskey, shot it back and hissed out a breath when the heat hit him like a fist to the gut. He could feel the searing liquid traveling down to his stomach and was thankful there were still some things a man could count on.

He had not been in his home for over a decade, had instead roamed the forests and mountains as a wolf and let civilization become a memory. This home had been his since the beginning of his existence, a place he had built to retain some sort of sanity in a world of loneliness and despair.

In the early years, it had served its purpose and become a refuge for him. During times when the heartache and encroaching darkness had become a fierce driving force inside of him, he had escaped here, and allowed himself the luxury of humanity and memories. In his huge bed, he had dreamt of her, had wallowed in her scent and taste, and had mourned in the lonely hours of the night when he awoke and didn't find her next to him.

He knew that in that time he had built this home with thoughts of her running through his mind, thoughts of where they would sleep, where their children would rest, and what she would enjoy to see here. He had taken great care to see to the needs she would have, and the joy she would find.

But even after he had finished building it hadn't been enough. Not when he saw her every night and held her in his arms. In the entrapment of dreams, with a thin mist of fog separating fantasy from reality, he had taken her and felt his heart break in the instant when awareness crept back and lured him to awaken.

The Creator had said they would all have strength, and all have weakness. He had found his own strength in living day by day with his pack, searching the world and learning of new people, and new hunting techniques. He had come back to his home over the years merely to see, and to keep the hope for her in his heart alive. Losing hope would have meant losing her.

Another strength he had found in the existence of his younger brothers. The three of them had all been lonely and waiting for each of their chosen one's to come to them, but during that time had kept a thin thread of contact with each other. They had taught one another what they could, and had learned to accept their own separation with some ease. The Creator had sent them out to be on their own, not to remain together, but to learn and conquer what they would, what was rightfully theirs.

He was grateful to his youngest brother for what little he had taught him. The spells and enchantments had remained in his memory over the past centuries, as small and simple as they were. To Morcant (Note: aka Malachite. I think you guys realize by now I tend to change their names, after all.) they were simple at least. He had the knowledge of a thousand years of incantations and spells, and used them well. He had taught his two older brothers what he would one day deem necessary for them, but only what they could learn. He had known that though the magic and power ran strong through his own blood, it did not through his brothers.

Using the spells Morcant had taught him he had placed a small spell over Serenity, pushing her into sleep and a pool of vivid dreams. It had been rather easy with her anger leaving her open to the luring of the chant in his head. He had added another spell to allow her dreams to show her what he wanted her to know, and to see. He knew he was tampering with her memories, but he saw it as giving her a gentle nudge in the direction she would soon go.

Pouring himself another whiskey, he turned and walked to the fireplace in his room, staring into the bright red flames. He needed to know she would awaken and see him, recognize him, and choose what she would do with her choices. It had hurt him, beyond words he could use to describe, when she hadn't recognized him or what he represented in her life. He supposed that he had been vain and arrogant where she was concerned, nearly certain that when he found her she would have seen the same dreams and lived the same moments he had for the past thousand years. Or perhaps he had hoped that the dreams that had plagued him all his life would have haunted her in her dreams as well.

He swirled the amber liquid, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, drawing the faint scent of her in. She was here now, he reminded himself, she was here. After over a thousand years of waiting, she was finally here. His searching was at an end, as well as his loneliness. He had found her and had absolutely no intention of letting her go.

He mused over her family, over her parents that had sold her to another man, over the man himself, Lord Donovan. His lip curled in a snarl at the mere thought. The savage rage that rose inside of him was fierce, and a struggle for him to reign in. But he beat it down, burying it deeply. He refused to unleash his temper on her, or even allow it to touch her in the tiniest of ways.

He would have to confront this Donovan one day, he mused, a cold- blooded smile forming slowly on his lips. He doubted the man would simply allow Serenity's disappearance to go without any type of retaliation. He imagined the man would be arrogant enough to believe he could come here, in these mountains and forests that belonged to him, and take her back.

Let him try, he thought, the smile shifting from cool to cunning. Let the man attempt to take her from him. He wanted a reason to be able to rip him to shreds. The bastard had no idea how deep the ruthlessness of his nature ran, and how savage he could be when pushed to the limit. Any threats to Serenity he would eliminate without hesitation. Nothing and no one would ever take her from him.

Serenity…..The thought of her tore him up. She would know when she awoke, and she would decide. The possibility of her rejection sent a fierce wave of fear through him, had his heart racing and his palms growing damp with sweat. He had never risked as he did now, had never known such fear and joy in the same moment. Everything came down to this one day, to the moment she woke and looked at him and saw him for what he was.

He placed the glass of whiskey on the fireplace mantel, bringing both hands up to lean against it and place his head low between them. He hoped, with all his being, that when awoke she would embrace him, and not run from him in terror.

The deepness of her dream was consuming, and had her shifting restlessly on the huge bed he had placed her on. Lost, trapped, she could no more than moan under the touch of phantom hands.

Somehow she knew it was him, knew that only his hands could cause such a raging desire for more to race through her. She could feel his hot breath on her face, the strength of his hands as they ran down the length of her, memorizing every naked inch of her.

Naked. The word registered in her mind just as the mist of fog receded and she realized he was naked as well, and that his body, hard and massively powerful, was pressed hotly against hers. The feel of him, the long, hard length of his body rubbing enticingly against hers had her rearing up, pleading almost desperately for something she couldn't understand. His mouth was at her breast, his hands skimming up and over her torso, the passion that rose up in her like a tidal wave threatening to pour through her and leave her floundering helplessly in her own desires.

Her arm flung back, her body arching up and into his nuzzling mouth. The scent of him, male and oddly animalistic, drifted to her and had curiosity mixing with desire. A wolf. In her mind, she could clearly see a wolf with its sharp blue eyes watching her, patient and filled with a deep longing that was more man then animal.

But it was his eyes she saw, not a wolf's. As the ghostly touch of his lips and hands faded, she shuddered and strained, reaching for that passion he had awakened in her. Already feeling alone, terribly alone and with her heart aching in despair, she allowed the tears of loneliness to come.

A thick curtain of fog shifted, moved and she saw him than, the same as now, but somehow younger. She saw him with two other men, one dark, brooding, and as savagely handsome as he was, the other lighter and so unbearably handsome he took her very breath away. She saw them together, three men so powerful and mysterious, then the other two were gone and he was left alone.

She sensed the despair in him, deeper then hers had been, and more heart wrenching. She saw the years pass for him, and saw that in his dreams he dreamt of her. She could see in his heart he longed for her, as he had longed for nothing or no one, and the spreading darkness that threatened to overtake him and drive all sanity from him. The swimming of the madness was inside of him, and she felt it grow stronger with the passing years.

She heard him moan her name when he dreamt, and heard his agony in the dark hours of the night. She saw him roam the forests and mountains alone, and saw him standing under the glow of the moon atop a hill, his face turned up toward the dark sky and his eyes closed. She could hear faint howls, cries of wolves as a packed ran free together nearby. And as she watched he glowed, lit, and as the shimmer cleared she saw the image of man become wolf.

The terror that filled her nearly made her choke, and with her heart tripping madly inside her chest she watched that huge, black wolf turn and blue eyes, the eyes she had seen in him, focus intently on her. In them she saw hunger, savage hunger that could consume her, and a love she now understood.

She awoke slowly, emerging through the thick river of fog to open her eyes. Above her, she saw the deep burgundy canopy of the bed she lay on, the velvet beneath her soft and silky to the touch. The soft glow of the light in the room washed over her and she blinked, sitting up and brushing the silvery hair that fell into her eyes.

How could she have dreamt of him so vividly? It had seemed real, as if he was on top of her and had been taking her with a hunger and gentleness that had brought tears to her eyes. She remembered his hands, real yet not, and his mouth moving over her body slowly, and with a teasing softness that had driven her mad.

She remembered he had brought her into his home, and remembered he had laid her on this bed. She remembered the drowsiness that had come over her, and watching his eyes as he watched her. Something had flickered there, something dark and potent that had caused tingles of anticipation and excitement to trail like caressing fingers along her back.

Then it had come to her, a slow drifting, like the gentle breeze of a cool spring day. His name. His legend.

Caladran....

Could he...could he be who she thought he was? Could he be what the elders of her city had whispered of, had spoken of on long nights when restlessness had taken them? Or was he merely a mysterious man, a hermit who valued his privacy and preferred the sound of humanity away from him?

She shook her head, shaking the disturbing thoughts away. That couldn't be. The story of him was a legend, a myth told to frighten young children when they couldn't sleep. His power and strength, his cunning abilities were no more real then the existence of magic and sorcerers.

She spotted the gown at the foot of her bed, studied the soft white skirt and coolly elegant, sleeveless top. She saw the full-length mirror near the balcony that led out into the quiet night.

She rose and dressed, admired the skirt and top, then driven by curiosity went outside to the balcony to study the night. She saw the forests from there, saw the rising mountains behind them, and the full moon that rose above and glowed like a diamond in the sky.

Such tranquility. It made her believe he was a normal man, a man who would not harm her.

But she remembered the dream, and remembered the touch of him. She remembered his words to her, whispered in a low tone and foreign tongue, but with a clear meaning to her. The memory of seeing him over the years, hundreds of years, flashed into her mind, and had her heartbeat fluttering like the nervous wings of a dove. The image of his dreams, and the deep, almost obsessive longing he held for her caused fear to race through her, and a desire to see him in that moment.

How could she want, actually want to see him? He was a stranger, a man who she was beginning to believe held more secrets then she had first suspected. Did he offer her solace, or a danger that could threaten her very life?

On a deep sigh, she turned toward the double doors, only to find him standing there waiting. Gasping, with her hand flying to her racing heart, she stared at him under the winking of the bright stars swimming overhead.

The memories came swiftly, still fresh as a deep wound in her mind, and still as potent. The image of him shimmering from man to wolf was the most dominant, and the most terrifying to her.

She took a safe step back, only to be met by resistance in the form of the stone railing. Her fingers curled at her sides, her eyes watching him as he silently moved forward, the snapping blue of his eyes never leaving hers. She could feel the emotions rise inside of her, boiling to the surface and threatening to spill over. Confusion, terror, desire, and love. So much love she felt choked by it, and overwhelmed. And even as the image of him turning from man to wolf filled her vision, she heard his lonely cries in the dark hours of the night, and his dreams that one day he would find her, the only one he could ever love.

What was she to think, to believe? How could she push him away when the very sight of him nearly brought her to her knees? The thoughts circled, collided inside of her as he caged her between his massive form and the stone railing. She watched him place his hands on either side of her, and watched his eyes roam over her face, in a silent caress. They were searching hers, seeking answers, and building such a crescendo of frustrating desire in her she was sure she would collapse in a heap of lust and raging hormones.

When he finally spoke his voice was low, deep and nearly a growl." Who am I?" he asked the question softly, but with an intensity that had goose bumps rising along her flesh.

Her eyes locked with his, her hands twisting into the soft material of the skirt. The answer came to her without a thought." Endymion." She wondered how she could know, simply know, but it seemed she always had.

He acknowledged this with a slow smile, cunning enough to make her think of a wolf coiling, preparing for an attack." Serenity." He murmured her name, than brought his hand up to skim a finger along the soft flesh of her cheek. His thoughts were of roses and soft petals when he touched her." Annsachd." He lowered his head to touch her lips with his.

His lips were warm, and incredibly soft against hers. He coaxed her gently, one hand coming up to cup the back of her neck, the other sliding about her waist to press her intimately to him. She felt his chest, hard as iron, touch hers; felt his lips, soft as dew, move as a temptation over her. Passion, always a strong force when he was near, rose and seemed to take over her heart and mind.

Her own hands came up to cup his face, to stroke and murmur as he shifted and took the kiss deeper, as he slid them both into a mindless oblivion of desire. Her lips opened in welcome beneath his, her mind wiped clean of all thought when she felt his tongue touch hers. The taste of him, mysteriously addicting, had her wrapping her arms about his neck, rising up so she could nip at his bottom lip, seduced by the shudder that trembled through him. His hands slid in a caress, filling themselves with her hair and angling her head as she took the kiss beyond innocent and into delirious. She felt his groan rumble from deep within his throat, but couldn't find the strength to soothe. Her mind was blurred with desire, her mouth impatient for the dark taste of love and lust beneath his.

She could feel his shoulders, as taut as steel beneath her wandering hands, could taste his impatience, as forbidden as the forests that loomed like a dark promise outside their window. And in a flash she saw them, rising and falling together in the age old rhythm of mating, and heard his shout of fulfillment when the final obliterating moment took them both. In an instant, her heart was lost, floating delicately into his hands before she could grasp what had occurred. The stumble, the trip and whirl she felt, as well as the joy of feeling such intense emotions for one man was a wave of happiness, as well as fear.

Both she accepted easily, and accepted his hands and mouth as they wandered impatiently over her. She could feel the change in him, could almost hear the snap of his control when his lips turned bruising, the hunger in him rising to break free of its tether. His gentleness had faded, to be replaced by a man starving for the taste of a woman he had longed for through the centuries. She felt the frustration rising in him, gloried in it as his lips turned fierce, as he ravaged her slender neck and his hands held her tightly to him. His body bent over her slighter frame, the growl in his throat a low rumble of impatience and a sign of the intense lust he felt for her.

But love was stronger, always stronger inside of him, and had him stopping his assault. He had felt her compliance, but knew it was caused by the confusion of memories she had received. He would not take advantage of her when she was vulnerable, no matter how much his body yearned for hers.

He pulled back, but not enough to let her go." You see me now, you know me." He cupped her face between his palms, forcing her to look at him." You recognize me. What will you do?"

The enormity of what he was asking hit her, and had the clouds of desire clearing in an instant. She attempted to push back from him, only to be held firmly by the two hands that enveloped her face gently. Sense and reason flooded back into her, pouring swiftly inside to drown out the unquestioning love that had filled her.

"Let me go." She spoke calmly, when inside she was trembling with the fear he caused in her." Just let me go."

"No." his eyes darkened, sharpened like the fine edge of a blade." Don't deny what you know. Don't deny me."

"You did something to me." The accusation was heated, had her tearing away from him to pace back inside and away from the cool night." You-you forced something into me, something I didn't want." She whirled to face him." Something I wasn't ready for."

He hadn't known she would know so easily, and so precisely." I did what I had to do."

"You did what you wanted! And you did it without a thought to what I would feel!" how could she think past the memories flooding her, and the desire that stabbed sharply inside of her? How would she ever be able to look at him and not see her hearts desire?" You had no right to do this!"

He had followed her back inside, but allowed her to pace her temper away, admiring the flush that had risen into her pale cheeks." My love is my right."

She stopped pacing to stare at him, the flush draining from her cheeks and leaving them pale once again." Love? How can you love me? We don't even know each other, how could this be happening? You can't possibly love someone you just met, and I certainly don't love-"

The rest of the words she had been about to say were shaken from her when he pinned her arms in his hands, holding tight to her when she would have jerked away." Do not tell me how I feel." The words were ground out between his teeth, the livid fury on his face causing her to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat." And never deny my feelings for you. How could you know what I feel, what I've waited for in the past centuries? How could you ever understand the loneliness and pain that has haunted me since the beginning of my existence?"

She had never thought to see a man filled with so much rage. The hands on her arms were tightening, biting into the soft flesh and causing her arms to throb like a fresh bruise. Nearly trembling, she spoke quietly." You're hurting me." Instantly she was released, watching as he turned his back to her and stood stiffly, his head lowered.

She debated her options, but the guilt and deep emotions inside of her seemed to penetrate what sense she had. Before she realized what she was doing, she had reached her hand out to place it on his arm.

"I don't know how to react to all of this. A few hours ago I knew who I was, and what would become of my life." She didn't mention that life had caused endless tears and anger over the plans her parents had made without her consent." Now I'm here in a castle with a man I shouldn't know, but do."

He turned to face her slowly, his eyes guarded." You do know me then."

Her grip on his arm tightened, and she could feel the muscles tense beneath her hand." It seems we met in dreams."

His smile came slowly, but was devastating enough to have her blinking once." Yes, we did. I've known of you since the beginning of my time." He reached out and cupped her cheek, stroking his thumb in a gentle caress." Perhaps that's hard for you to understand, and will be harder still for you to accept what you mean in my life. But please do not deny me, and never deny what I feel for you."

She couldn't understand the emotions that had risen inside of her during her dreams, but for now she would decide not to worry too much about them." All right. That's a deal. Now...how about that dinner you promised me?"

"Hungry, are you? Come on then." Taking her hand in his, he led her from the room and down the winding stairs. An immediate scent of spices reached her and she allowed him to lead her into the dining room, where a huge, long table greeted them with platters of food across it.

She stared in awe, turning shocked eyes to his." Where did all of this come from?"

He wondered how she would react if he told her the truth. Considering the way she had awoken, shaken and filled with fear, she would surely run. He decided to wait a bit longer in telling her of the kingdom he had inherited with his birth into this world, and the people who had come with it.

"My cook is a mysterious man and one who prefers to remain unknown." It wasn't too much of a lie, as his people had never associated with the mortals of this world." But he did prepare all of this with your tastes in mind."

She slid him a look from beneath her lash's." Oh? And how does he know my tastes?"

"I told him." He tugged her along with him, pleased with the awe and delight in her eyes." Don't you want to try something?"

"I'm almost afraid too." She reached out and plucked up a strawberry, taking a delicate bite into it. The pleasure she felt was reflected in her eyes." It's delicious."

"I'm glad you think so. Sit, please." He drew out a high backed, mahogany chair, waiting until she had sat down before seating himself." Will you tell me of your life?"

She had already served herself a plate of mixed fruit, pausing to glance at him." What do you want to know?"

"Tell me of your childhood."

Considering him, she chewed on a piece of mango when she spoke." I was raised knowing I was the only daughter and what was expected of me. Too be sold one day to a rich husband who I would breed sons for." She sighed heavily." My life was secluded and my mother never tired of telling me what a lady should do, and what she should not do. You see, I had a tendency to do what a lady was not supposed to do."

He grinned, brushing a strand of silvery hair from her cheek." Defiant, were you?"

"Of course. My childhood wasn't very exciting, quite boring actually. I was to behave correctly at all times and never raise a fuss." She shook her head." I had planned on running away, leaving my home, my parents, and all of the responsibilities they had piled on me. I didn't want to marry some unknown man, I didn't want to live the same life my mother had for my father. I just wanted to be me."

He puzzled over this for a moment." And what kept you from leaving?"

"Other then Lord Donovan?" she laughed when his eyes narrowed." I'm not sure. Something wasn't allowing me to leave. There were several times I could have left and my parents would not have been able to stop me, but….something kept me." She shrugged." Its unexplainable."

He arched a brow." You know as well as I do that your connection to me was what kept you. Your heart was waiting for mine."

She went still, frowning at him." I think we should just keep it light for now."

He took her hand in his, running his thumb in a feather light caress across her pulse. Beneath his touch it raced like a jack rabbit." Light? You mean you don't want me referring to what you learned in your dreams."

"I can see your not going to let it drop." Annoyed by her reaction to him, she tugged on her hand, growing even more annoyed when he didn't release her." Endymion, why don't you tell me about your childhood?"

He knew she was nervous, and flustered by him. Deciding to indulge her, he lifted his eyes to hers, but didn't release her hand." I never had a childhood. I was born as I am."

She dropped the slice of peach she had been about to bite into, staring at him instead." What?"

He lifted her hand and kissed it, enjoying the delicate scent of her." When the Creator breathed life into us, we were made as men, not children. I've been as I am since the moment I could see."

The fork she had been holding dropped limply from her hand, clattering onto her plate." We?" she managed from a throat gone dry.

"My brothers and I. We were created by-"

"Stop, please." She held up her hand, rising and pacing away from him." Just stop. I don't think I can handle this."

He rose and followed her." You know what I'm talking about. You saw for yourself while you slept."

Pressing her fingers into her temples, she struggled to ignore him. She had seen what he spoke of, but she refused to acknowledge it. If she did, she would surely lose what little reason she had left.

When she didn't respond he took her arm, turning her to face him." Don't shut me out. You must listen."

"This is too much for me. You're asking for too much, too fast. Can't you see that?" she shook her head." You have to understand right now that I can't stay here with you."

The vivid protest he wanted to voice he held back, instead speaking calmly." And why is that?"

"Why? Well because..." her reason simply died, leaving her blank and fumbling for a response." Because I'm engaged to marry another man and I'm sure he'll be wondering where I am."

He leaned down toward her and had her backing up at the sharp gleam in his eyes." You belong to me and unless you want me to hunt down this Donovan and tear him to shreds, you'll stop mentioning him to me."

His face was calm, his voice mild, but the flash of temper in his sizzling blue eyes was what gave him away. She slapped a hand on his chest, a small stab of desire racing through her at the strength beneath her palm. But she banked it, keeping her hand on him and holding him back when he would have advanced another step.

"Back off. I don't need you trying to intimidate me." She was pleased her voice was steady, and didn't tremble as she had thought it would." Let me finish my dinner." Sweeping past him, she returned to the table and sat, taking a fresh plate and beginning to heap steaming food on it.

He watched her a moment, fighting between the rage at her comment and the pride that she would stand up to him. On a long sigh of defeat, he joined her at the table and sat back, enjoying the sight of her, so beautiful and slim, eating delicately from the food she had served herself.

He had known what she would look like over the centuries, had seen her in the vision of his dreams, but seeing her here, before him, drove the very breath from his body. Her silvery hair tumbled down her back in rippling waves, her dark brows knitted together over blue eyes that glittered like shining sapphires. Her cheekbones were soft, curved gently over lips that were small and full, lushly pink like roses on a spring day. As his eyes traveled lower, he could feel his body responding to hers, could feel his heart swelling with love and a longing he had held for her in more centuries then he could count.

But even he knew that patience was to be applied here. Every ounce of patience and calm that he had acquired over the years was to be put to the ultimate test of his willpower. He refused to frighten her with his needs. He would wait until she knew him, accepted him, and allowed him to come to her with no fear or anger between them.

Until then he was sure he would lose his mind with the wanting.

Because just thinking about it was going to drive him mad, he decided to talk and hope to the Creator these carnal thoughts would leave him and give his overactive libido some peace.

"I have two younger brothers," he spoke quietly, reaching out to toy with the ends of her silvery hair," Gregori and Morcant. I haven't seen either of them since the beginning."

She forgot her plan to ignore him and turned wide eyes to his." Why?"

She noted that his eyes cooled, and his face smoothed into an expressions she couldn't read." It was the way things were to be. The Creator refused to allow us to remain together. We separated to take what each of us was meant to have."

"But that's terrible! You were children-"

"No, we weren't. We were made as men and with more responsibilities than any mortal could ever endure. He--the Creator--wanted us to understand that. I've kept contact with them, little as it was." Some of the stiffness left him, and his eyes warmed when he smiled at her." They're strong and have faired well."

This was a weak point in him, she thought as she studied him. This man, this Creator, had obviously given them the gift of life and power, but with consequences. And it had left Endymion bitterly angry toward this man.

She would have to take great care when speaking of this with him. The subject was a tender one and provoked him easily.

Casually she sipped from the wine she'd poured herself, watching him over the rim." You miss them, don't you?"

He moved his shoulders restlessly, turning away so she could see only the hard line of his jaw." How could I when I spent so little time with them?" but just the thought of it sent an ache through him. Ignoring it, he reached out and took her hand, kissing the palm." I have you now. The past is a memory."

She wanted to say the past made people into who they would become, but decided not too. She was still struggling to understand him and pushing this subject wasn't a good idea. She would have to tread lightly with this man and mind what she said to him.

Because she'd stopped eating, he stood and tugged her along with him, taking her outside into the gardens, where the cool quiet of the night greeted them." See these mountains, these forests?" when she nodded, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him." They belong to us now."

She jerked in his arms, her silvery head whipping about to face him." What? But those-"

"Belong to me." His eyes bored into hers, demanding she understand and accept what he was telling her." They've always belonged to me since the beginning. You refused to see me before, refused to recognize who and what I was." He turned her, gripping her shoulders and keeping her eyes locked with his." See what I am."

The image of man shimmering to wolf was what she saw, and the image brought on a fierce wave of terror." I can't." she wanted to pull back, but his eyes held her helplessly trapped.

"You have too." He shook her slightly." You must. Open your eyes and your heart to me. I won't hurt you."

How could she ever tell him he already owned what he most desired?" I need time. Please, just give me time."

He wanted to push, he wanted to shove, he wanted to haul her against him and kiss her until she was pliant against him. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to wait much longer for her, but he would have to force himself too. He had already waited hundreds of years; he would have to wait another bit of time to give her the chance to accustom herself to him and the demands he would make.

So in the end he held her gently, kissed her brow and stroked her hair in a soft caress, soothing her and the jagged edges of his own desire." I'll give you anything you need." He pressed another kiss to her brow, another, traveling down to her cheek, lower still to her throat." I would do anything for you, annsachd." The pulse at her throat was fluttering wildly, her hands spearing through his dark, wild hair as he pressed desperate kisses to her throat.

"Endymion..." the moan was torn from her, her small body straining toward his as his hands roamed restlessly down her back, up again to dig tightly into her waist. His lips were ravaging her throat, the groan for more torn from deep within his body to rumble like thunder through the both of them.

"Make me stop." The softly uttered words penetrated her dull mind, her eyes opening slowly to look about her surroundings." Damn it Serenity, make me stop!" he was desperate now, but the hands running through her were anything but halting.

Before she could respond he had torn himself away from her, chest heaving, eyes wild with a brutal hunger that had her hand flying to her throat. She watched as, before her very eyes, a snarl was ripped from inside of him, and his hands formed into claws at his sides. His eyes had sharpened, slit into twin blades, his body coiling, preparing as a wolf's did when eyeing its prey and launching into an attack.

With her heart leaping and strangling in her throat, she stepped back and prayed she had not unleashed the animal she had known slept soundly beneath the surface.

Last Notes: Whew! Done! I can't believe that's finished. Yeah I can actually. He He. Anyway, did you guys enjoy? Or was it just more confusing? Did it leave you guys wondering? Well, if it did, then my job was done beautifully! I really hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and please leave me a review of what you thought. It was pretty deep and pretty head scratching, but I'm confident you guys were (hopefully) intrigued enough to come back for more. Just to let you guys know, this story is not going to be an epic like The Dark King. I know this one appears to seem as if it will, but it won't. I have two more to write after this one, after all.

Which reminds me! Did you guys all get the little bit I put in about his brothers? Just wanted to give you guys a…..lets say tease, on what they would be. What do you guys think about what I revealed so far? Remember, the opinions of my readers always matter to me.

As for Serenity's character in this story. Not much of a push over, is she? I'm proud to show you guys that although in the first chapter it appeared that she was submissive and quiet, in this chapter I hopefully proved that she's definitely not. Hope you guys like that!

There was some confusion about the endearment he uses for her. It was funny how people were asking about it. Anyway, below is the translation to what he continually calls her. The language is Scottish-Gaelic.

Annsachd- beloved one

As for who Caladran is. What's to say Caladran isn't a what? Or a where? ::snickers:: Now I just left you even more confused. Keep that in mind guys. Until the next chapter! ~sailorperfect@yahoo.com