A thick fog surrounded her, obscuring her view as she turned around in search for something to see. She felt so cold and afraid, wrapping her arms around herself as she tried to get warm. The cold made her even more afraid as she remembered the last time she felt this cold and alone, that lonely night where she had found herself somehow within the Underground, but not knowing at the time that it was the Underground.

Looking into the fog before her, her eyes searched for something to grab a hold to. So silent, she startled herself when she called out, "Anyone there?" God, how she hated this isolation. What had happened? She recalled being with a man that she somehow knew, a man that wasn’t a man but something more. She remembered him telling her that she was like him that she was Wolfen.

Before her a light glow emerged from the distance within the fog. Two sets of icy blue eyes slowly making its way forwards. Sarah stood frozen not able to move from her position as she watched the eyes coming near. Not long as it came closer she was able to see to what those eyes belonged to. A large gray wolf approached her, stopping mere inches away from her as it regarded her with an intense stare.

Shakily, she kneeled down, her hand moving of its own accord as she reached out to touch it. The wolf panted as she stroked its fur leaning its head into her touch. Sarah’s fear dwindled, as she no longer felt threatened by its presence. The gray wolf looked up its eyes meeting with hers. Sarah knew then what the wolf was, "You’re a part of me, aren’t you?"

The wolf sat before her at her question its eyes not leaving hers. It did not need to answer as she already could sense what it was that the wolf was trying to communicate with her. "You are! I can’t go to the others you know. I wont! I’d rather die than to give myself to Damien."

Standing from its seated position the gray wolf nuzzled its head against her hand making Sarah smile. "You understand why, don’t you." It wasn’t a question but a statement of fact. She was apart of the wolf as much as the wolf was apart of her. "Please help me to fight against them. They have no right to force me to be apart of whatever it is that they want me for."

The large gray wolf moved forwards walking through her disappearing as its form merged with hers. Sarah looked upwards a single tear escaping her eyes as she felt a tremendous loss overwhelm her senses. She knew then that it would be a lonely existence without one’s pack but she had a feeling that the pack that she was somehow a part of was dark and filled with anger. Anger, vengeance, they wanted revenge and power and to take over everything like it had been in the beginning before the Fae came to rule. Sarah wasn’t sure where her knowledge was coming from but she knew that it was true.

Slowly, she felt the pain surge within, the pain of hunger and weakness. How long had it been since she had eaten anything? Consciousness started to rise through her as her eyes painfully opened. She could feel the cool sheets that covered her body. Her head jerked to the side as she sensed someone within the room.

Hoggle nervously approached the bed with food on a tray, relieved yet afraid, as he saw that Sarah was awake. She looked awfully pale and weak to his eyes but his being was telling him to still be cautious. "How are you feeling?"

Sarah did not answer as she tried to hold back the nagging hunger that ripped at her insides. She eyed the plate distastefully as Hoggle placed it on the bed’s side.

"I’s thoughts that you’d be hungry. You needs to eat to regain your strength."

The food repelled her as she backhanded the plate from the bed in anger, "That’s not the type of food that I need." Sarah edged closer to the side of the bed towards Hoggle’s shaken form. Her cold blue eyes sizing up the dwarf before her she licked her lips in appreciation.

Hoggle backed away not at all sure that he liked the way that Sarah was looking at him. For the first time in his life he was relieved to see the Goblin King as he appeared with another within the room.

Sarah’s gaze jerked up from Hoggle towards the two Fae that appeared within the room. She recognized Jareth immediately but when she saw the other the rage thrashed through her like no other as she lunged forwards from the bed.

Jareth caught her before she could get to Genard, she was easily held back as she came to her senses. Being in his arms calmed her rage but not overly. He watched as her eyes flashed at Genard who was standing to his side, "Sarah, what are you doing?"

Sarah backed away warily looking at the other at Jareth’s side, "Get him away from me. Butcher!" she lunged forwards only to be caught once again.

Jareth couldn’t understand why she was acting this way, "Sarah calm down. I brought him here to help you."

Hysterical laughter escaped her lips as she heard this, "Help me! He and others like him slaughtered them. Women, children, they cared not who they destroyed. The only thing they had done wrong was being Wolfen!" Sarah snarled.

Genard stepped towards her, "How do you know this?"

Sarah clutched her stomach as the pain rake through, "Ugh, the pain." Looking up from Jareth’s arms as he held her she regarded him with distaste, "I just do! Awe-"

"Sarah, what is it?" before she could answer Genard beat her to it.

"She needs to hunt. She can’t eat cooked food, it must be a fresh kill. How long has it been since you’ve hunted?"

Sarah looked to him in confusion, "Hunted? I-can’t-do it-I won’t!"

Genard shook his head not understanding her inability to hunt. It should come as naturally to her as transforming into her wolf form. In some way she was holding back the wolf, controlling it. That in itself was something he had never before heard of. Usually it was the wolf that was in control, especially when just recently changed into a Wolfen. How was this possible?

Hoggle watched with fear as Sarah turned sharply around towards him. Stepping back slightly he slowly backed away as she stared hungrily in his direction.

The hunger was too much to bear as her instincts were begging her to make the hunt. Sarah buried her head in Jareth’s chest as she realized what it was that she was doing. She was actually contemplating Hoggle as a meal, the knowledge of it made her wretch with disgust. "I can’t!" What was happening? She had thought that she had come into a type of agreement with the wolf within. Why was it trying to go against her now?

Knowing that she would not be able to control the wolf if she did not feed soon Genard started towards the door of the room. "Keep an eye on her. I’ll go and get her what it is that she needs."

Jareth said nothing in protest as he watched Genard leave the room, "Sarah come, you need to rest. You’re still weak." Looking towards Hoggle, he had seen the way she had looked to him and did not think it wise for him to hang around. "Hoggle leave us!"

Hoggle hesitated for a moment but noting by the way Sarah had looked at him and at what was happening he thought it all too wise to oblige.

She clung to him feeling the pain eased by his closeness, "Don’t leave me."

Jareth kissed the top of her head strengthening his embrace, "Never!"

Sarah wrenched as the pain racked through her once again, "It hurts so much-I-I can never be human again, can I?"

Jareth closed his eyes at her words knowing that she was right. As much power as he had he could not cure her of this that she had become. The truth hurt but she needed to know, "No."

She clutched to him tightly feeling lost and alone, she would never belong anywhere. "Jareth, I’m scared," she whispered into his chest.

Genard entered the room with a fresh kill within his hands, its fur peeled away as he had cleaned it for her. Jareth eyed it with distaste but knew that it was what she needed. Pulling her away from his chest he made her look him in the eyes, "You must eat."

She looked to the fresh kill the hunger screaming to her senses to devour it. Sickened by the desire to eat it she grimaced looking back in Jareth’s direction tears welling up in her eyes. "He turned me into a monster. Please I don’t want you to-"

Genard placed his hand on the King’s shoulder, "I will look after her. I give you my word as a Fae that I will do nothing to harm her."

Jareth nodded understanding her desire for him to leave, he could sense her shame at having to eat like this. Rising from the bed he backed away disappearing as he walked away.

Sarah was trembling as she looked back at the fresh kill offered to her by Genard, "I don’t want to."

Kneeling before her he frowned in understanding, "I know, but you’re weak. You’ve just healed and you had lost a lot of blood and energy when you did so. Don’t worry. Wolfen don’t really need to eat that often, only when they’ve exerted themselves beyond usual. You can survive on fruits and vegetables."

Lips trembling she grabbed the offered meal closing her eyes as she tried to imagine it as something else than what it was that she was eating. As soon as the food passed her lips she could feel her strength returning. Strangely enough the taste wasn’t as bad as she had thought it would be.

He watched her as she consumed the meal fiercely.  She had been starving, it was no wonder that she had looked to that dwarf the way she did. Anything would be appealing to a starved Wolfen. Guilt swept over him as the memories of the slaughters came to mind. So many, they had hunted and killed so many. She was right when she had called him a butcher, but in those days it was necessary, at least that’s what he had kept telling himself. The Wolfen were merciless, killing whenever they felt the need, so many had been turned or slaughtered because of their kind.

Noting the blood on her hands she shamefully looked around her for something to wipe it away. She was surprised when Genard had handed her the handkerchief. "Thanks," she softly commented as she shamefully looked away.

He watched her closely, there was something different about her, something otherworldly. His powers were no longer active but his senses were still able to detect things. She was of mortal blood, from the earth realm, yet she held power a power that was not of the Wolfen. His brow rose at this realization, "How did you come to be here within the Underground?"

Sarah regarded him questionably, "I don’t know. I’ve been here before when I was a teenager but returned. Two days ago I stepped out of the house to take a walk and I was here. Well, not here but within some woods and that’s where I was attacked. Jareth came and rescued me before-" she trailed off still unnerved by the experience.

This indeed explained her abilities, her powers were what it was that was keeping the wolf in control, at bay. They had brought her here for a sacrifice, something that they were known for back in the day that they were in power. They were evidently trying to regain their status as it was back then, their power.

Rising from the bed, Sarah made her way to the washroom, feeling the need to take a bath. The information that she could live off of fruit and vegetables eased her troubled heart some but still she could not escape completely from the need to hunt. At that moment she swore to herself never to allow Jareth to see that part of herself.

Seeing that she was no longer in need of his watch over her he left the room making his way towards the throne room where he suspected the Goblin King to be waiting. As he entered the room he wasn’t disappointed as he saw the Goblin King sitting on the windows edge overlooking his kingdom. Clearing his throat he continued to enter the room, "She’s out of danger. Well, for now that is."

Jareth turned from the windows edge to face the old Fae, "What do you mean for now?"

"They are not going to stop until they get her. I’m afraid that her untapped powers that her transformation has brought forth will guarantee that."

Jareth approached Genard warily, "Go on."

Walking past the Goblin King he leaned against the window that Jareth had not long ago vacated, "She told me how she had came here and from what she’s told me they had brought her here as a sacrifice. To devour her flesh and gain her untapped power. Now that she is one of them her refusal to be with them is a threat. Especially with the power that I can sense from her." Genard turned to look towards the King, "I’m sure that you’ve already sensed it yourself." The neutral look on Jareth’s face told him that he had. "Her power also explains her ability to suppress the wolf and control it. If we are to stop them from doing so we have to be careful about what we communicate to her. The one that made her into Wolfen will have a mental connection to her and if she were weakened enough he could most probably have control of her as well. To break that link she must kill him."

Jareth shook his head knowing that Sarah was incapable of the act. Her refusal to hunt was evidence to that, "She won’t. You saw her refusal to even hunt, do you really think that she would be capable of killing someone?"

"It’s either that or we kill him but I must warn you if we kill him instead of her she will also feel his pain and that can possibly kill her. Your majesty, she is not like any Wolfen I’ve ever encountered, there is something different about her, yet I can not place it."

Jareth turned away from him not wanting to dwell on the possibility of losing her again. Making his way out of the room he stopped just before leaving, "I thank you for your help. Feel free to make yourself comfortable." With that he was gone, leaving Genard alone with his thoughts.

Rolling his eyes at the Goblin King’s avoidance of the topic he leaned against the window that overlooked a large labyrinth and just beyond could see the Glendalian forest. The Hunters were afraid that some of the Wolfen had survived, hence why it was he who stayed behind when the others passed on. They had to be destroyed and this Sarah character might be just what was needed to destroy whatever was left of their kind. Then and only then would he finish what his family and the Hunters had started long before the Kingdoms ever emerged. "If it wasn’t for us the Hunters, we would have never been able to build our great kingdoms. I will make sure that our families’ sacrifice was not in vain."