Weakened and injured, his white fur caked with blood, Damien limped to his hiding place within the woods with his pray clutched within his jaws. Dropping his pray he sank into the comforting damp ground devouring his meal as he tore into its flesh. His body healing as he slowly regained his strength from the fight he had with Sarah.

He was enraged beyond words that she had fought him. He was sure that once the wolf within surfaced that she would be his. With his connection with her mentally he could feel that she was weak and starving. She had not hunted and he knew that she would not be able to survive from their quarrel if she did not hunt soon. Damien cursed his inability to control her, her feelings for the Goblin King was keeping him from having her under his complete control. One thing that he did not count on was her abilities to draw upon her powers to fight against him. She was not consciously aware of her power but was able to instinctually use them.

Body shifting back to his human form, he wiped the remainder of his meal from his mouth with the back of his hand as he sat up. His brown wavy hair fell loosely over his eyes as he leaned forwards, nose lifting as he caught the scent of another approaching. Returning to his feet he immediately recognized his father’s scent and cursed under his breath when Emian emerged from the growth that hid him.

Emian shook his head with distaste, "I warned you not to underestimate the Goblin King."

Damien snarled at his father as he began to pace, "It was not the Goblin King who had stood in my way."

Emian’s gray brows rose at this, "She rejected you?"

His lip twitched with annoyance from his father’s accusation, "Not until the Goblin King showed up. I had her father she melted within my touch, I could feel her giving in to me-"

"This is not good. She has more control over her wolf self than one should have when first turned." Looking away from his son, he closed his eyes in concentration as he sought her out. She was weak, almost starving, yet the wolf within was kept under. It instinctually should have surfaced to start the hunt to regain her strength so that she could heal.

Damien stepped towards his father, "We need her father. She is the one that will return our presence to the Underground. I started the mating ritual and can feel her power flowing through me, if I can finish it we will be unstoppable. She has more power than we had anticipated."

He raised his hand turning his head slightly as he regarded his son, "Damien she has also started the ritual."

Damien’s eyes narrowed at this, how had she kept it hidden from his perception. A growl escaped his lips as he knew who she had started it with, he had the evidence when he smelled the Goblin King’s scent on her.

Emian waited for a response but received none, turning to face his son he could sense his anger, it radiated off of him in waves. "It seems that you have competition, and seeing that it is the Goblin King who has her in his possession, you are going to need the pack’s help if you are to succeed."

"How, as you said she is in his possession?"

Turning his back to his son he looked in the direction of the Goblin King’s castle, "Trust me, he won’t have her in his possession for long."

Her milky white skin beaded with sweat, the scratches and tares that raked over her entire body no longer visible as they had healed. She looked so pale as she thrashed about within the dark sheets, oblivious to Jareth’s presence as he tried to hold her still. He had tried everything within his power to help her but nothing he did would help. He felt helpless as he was forced to watch her on the brink of death.

The door to the room creaked opened as Hoggle emerged into the room slowly, as to not alert Jareth to his presence. He could see him sitting on the side of the bed holding a thriving sickly looking woman on the bed and felt his stomach sink as he realized that it was Sarah.

Unknowingly to Hoggle, Jareth had noticed his entrance but kept his focus upon the young woman that had stolen his heart yet again. She had foolishly risked her life in trying to protect his. "Sarah, I know you can hear me. Hold on, I will find a way to help you."

Her body started to still itself as she heard his whispered words, his voice calming her as she struggled with herself to cling to life. She could feel his presence adding strength to her struggle to hang on, to not give in to the calling of letting go, of letting it all end. A tear escaping the side of her eye as she whimpered softly. So weak, she wanted to let herself drift off into the abyss of sleep, the abyss of dreams.

Stroking the side of her cheek where the tear had slid down, he felt her tiredness. Her skin felt cold to the touch yet he felt relieved as he sensed that she had finally drifted off to sleep. Not taking his eyes off of her, his words cut smoothly yet authoritatively through the silence, "Hoggle you had better have a good excuse for being here."

Hoggle paled hating himself for his cowardice, "I-er-saw what happened when she jumped from the window."

Jareth turned sharply to the cowering dwarf, "Did you? I’m so happy for you then!" He stood from the bed regarding Hoggle coyly, "And this is an excuse for entering my chambers how?"

"I know’s what’s she is."

With a wave of his hand Jareth transported him and Hoggle into the throne room. He watched as Hoggle looked at his change of surroundings with confusion and fear. "Well?" he stated impatiently waiting for him to continue.

"I’s wasn’t sure until what I saw. It’s an old story passed down through my kin. They were thought wiped out by the Fae before the time of the Kingdoms." Jareth sat silently at his throne listening intently to Hoggle’s explanation. "They used to rule over everything within the Underground. It was said to be a time of great darkness. They called themselves the Wolfen."

Jareth’s brows rose at the new information, astonished that he did not know of this part of the Underground’s history. Though if it happened when Hoggle had said it did, it would be no wonder that he did not know anything about them. Those were times when history was yet to be recorded and before the rise of the different Kingdoms within the Underground. The time before the Kingdom’s was a time that very few were knowledgeable about. "And these Wolfen, is there any that know what they are?"

Hoggle frowned, "I only know what was passed down to me but I’s heard that there is one who might still be around from that time. He was said to be one of the Hunters."

Jareth sat forwards on his throne, "The Hunters, and they were?"

"They were said to have wiped out the Wolfen. Sarah’s been changed by one of em. Is she?"

He ignored Hoggle’s query, "What was this Hunter’s name?" Jareth became angered as his ears were met with silence, "Oh come, come Hogbrain, out with it!"

Hoggle swallowed hard, "His name be Genard, he’s said to live isolated within the Caves of Amber’s."

Jareth was gone from the throne room as soon as he heard Genard’s whereabouts and was standing within the Caves of Amber’s. A cave well known for its name as the walls were made of amber giving a luminescent glow to his surroundings. Forming crystal in hand he called upon his power to seek out the Fae known as Genard. It did not take him long to find Genard as the Fae’s image came to view.

The quiet of the caves had always given him comfort as he sat about to eat the steaming stew that he held within a small cup warming his hands. The magic within him had faded out long ago as his age had caught up with him. The light from the small fire glistened within his dark coal brown eyes, eyes that told of his age and of the weight of his past. Genard stared blankly at the flames feeling the years weighing upon his shoulders. Once in his immortal life he had thought forever not long at all, but as the decades passed and he watched those he loved die and perish, he had lost that train of thought long ago. He was the last of his family, the last of the great Hunters. Alone, cursed to exist within the world around him, he was not at all fazed when the feel of magic surged around him and a powerful Fae stood towering before him.

Genard barely took notice, not caring in the slightest for visitors, "If you think your grand entrance impresses me think again."

Blond brows raised as Jareth studied the crouched figure with half a mind to send him head first into the Bog for addressing him so. He was indeed an old Fae, his power long gone from the length of years, though to look at Genard with normal eyes he looked only in his mid forties with dark red hair and smooth pale skin. Deciding to ignore Genard’s insolence, he approached the Fae, "I have been told that you know of the beings that call themselves the Wolfen."

Surprise roused through his being as well as that of dread and excitement as he looked away from his meal to the Fae before him. "Yes, what of them?" he asked his demeanor showing that of little concern.

Forming crystal in hand he tossed it to Genard watching as he caught it with ease and looked within its depths. "One of them has attacked someone dear to me and-"

Jareth’s words were cut short as Genard stood from his seated position and approaching him with narrowed eyes, "When did this occur? Has this someone started the change?"

"Two nights ago and yes she has. She-"

Genard shook his head knowing that it was too late to reverse her transformation. "Then you must destroy her and any Wolfen that you come across."

Rage flashed through Jareth’s mismatched eyes as he grabbed Genard by the collar hauling him up against the cavern wall, "Killing her is not an option! There must be a way to turn her back."

Genard regarded the Fae before him, "The wolf within has already made its claim of her if you do not destroy her she will destroy you. She is not the same as she was before the attack, whoever she was before is long dead. It would be doing her a favor."

Jareth’s grip tightened as he forced the old Fae harshly against the cavern wall once again, "She almost got herself killed trying to protect me I will not believe that who she once was is dead and that she is a danger to me!"

Genard’s brow rose with a hint of amusement, "She attacked her own kind?" Jareth did not answer glaring at Genard as he let go of his grip. "Interesting."

"I need to know all that you know about these Wolfen. Their weaknesses, everything that there is to know of them." Giving Genard no chance at refusal, he transported them both to his castle.

Genard looked around not at all happy about the fact that this Fae dragged him from his seclusion without a by or leave. Turning to face him he narrowed his eyes as he approached the Fae seated within the throne, "Who are you and what gives you the right to drag me here? I care nothing about your problems let alone helping you!"

Jareth eyed Genard with amusement, "I am Jareth the Goblin King and you will help me or else I will make the rest of your life miserable!"

He scoffed at Jareth’s threat, "I have lived longer than you or your kingdom has existed! I fear nothing from you."

Sinking his head back within his throne Jareth was getting aggravated with his lack of progress. Raising his head he looked to Genard with pleading eyes, "Please, she does not deserve the fate in which you have suggested. She is dying and I have tried all within my power to save her. I would give my life to save hers." Jareth was never one to ask kindly on anything but with Sarah’s life in danger he no longer cared how weak it might make him appear.

"You must love her dearly." Genard sighed heavily, he did not think it wise to help any Wolfen but was compelled by the way this King before him had pleaded with him. By long experience with Kings and nobles he knew how rare it was to have one actually ask for assistance being that they were usually too arrogant and self involved to care for any other than themselves. "Very well, I’ll see what I can do. I must see her first."