His mind was in a whirlwind of rage as he was pushed back yet again by the Goblin King’s power. Several curses left his lips as he smashed his fist painfully into a nearby tree. His stormy gray eyes flashed yellow as he was consumed by the need to have her near him. So close, he was so close and yet she still defied his callings.

Emian shook his head at his son’s display, "Calm down."

"Calm down! Sarah is right now in the arms of that damned Goblin King. We have used the power of the pack to reach her and she still resists us." Damien was breathing hard as he felt the weight of the past several days heavily weighing down on him. Ignoring the other members of his pack as they watched him displaying his anger.

Emian sighed heavily, he understood his son’s anger, knowing the hate that they all shared for the Fae and to have one of their own defying them for one of them-it was no wonder Damien was angered beyond measure. He was slightly surprised that his son was able to keep his anger in check as long as he had. He was indeed the future leader of their pack but still needed more to learn. "The seed of doubt has been set. Our power might have been cast out for now but we will try again when the moon is high overhead."

He had to close his eyes as he tried to calm the storm of anger that was building larger and larger within each passing moment that Sarah remained in the Goblin King’s possession. The wolf within was stirring even more with the knowledge that his dominance over her was being threatened. She belonged to him and he wanted her more than anything that he had ever wanted within his entire life.

Noting that his son’s anger was slowly starting to dwindle, he was ready to inform the rest of the pack what he had found out while they were in Sarah’s mind. Running his hand through his short gray hair he looked to the others, "We have another problem that needs to be dealt with that endanger us and all our kind." Seeing that he had everyone’s attention he went on, "It seems that one of the Hunters is still alive and with the Goblin King."

Damien stepped forwards, "Who?"

"My old friend Genard. It seems that for some reason he has yet met his end as we had thought." Emian’s fist clenched at the memory of his old friend. He had trusted him only to have him betray and kill most of his pack. He had lost his first mate that dreadful day along with his five sons, it was a dark day indeed. That was a day that he had sworn his revenge on any and all Fae. They would pay for the harm that they had caused.

The rest of the pack looked nervously to one another, as the name was well known among their kind, a name that struck fear and hatred into the hearts of all Wolfen. Damien’s nostrils flared at the hate that the name brought about within his being. So many slaughtered because of Genard’s Hunters not to mention Genard himself.

Closing his eyes he clenched his fists at his sides, "If he finds out about Sarah’s power before we can get her to come to us we are all doomed."

Emian looked to his son with compassion, "You know what has to be done if she does not come to us before that time."

Damien’s head dropped down, eyes still closed, "I have to kill her."

Sitting at the window ledge that the Goblin King had a tendency to occupy Genard was in deep concentration as he sharpened the long blade of a sword that he had come to acquire the smooth rhythmic sound of sharpened metal echoing throughout the room. Soon he would face the Wolfen once again, it had been so long since he had to use such a weapon but it was a skill he would never really be rid of. With no magic he would have to use the Goblin King and Sarah for his own advantage.

Genard grinned darkly at the remembrance of Sarah’s lunge for him. It was indeed that she was well knowledgeable about what it was that he had done. It was an act that he frowned upon but one that he would do again if needed and it was needed. Pity that he would have to kill her anyway after he had used her usefulness to help him into finishing what he and the Hunters had started so long ago. She was a threat even if she would be the last of her kind. She could still bear children even a half bread would be enough to rekindle the Wolfen’s numbers. 

Examining his handy work of his blade he stood testing the sword’s balance as he glided it skillfully through the air. How long had it been since he was able to practice his skill? It had been too long and he was itching for a match with a worthy opponent. A grin stretched about the corner of his mouth as he imagined that Jareth would probably be just the one he would have to use his skill on especially after he had taken care of Sarah.

The Goblin King could use his magic to kill him but it went against Fae law especially if the other Fae has no power. The only way that the Goblin King could kill him was if he had challenged him to a duel.

Passions were rising as she felt his hands wrap about her waist stumbling back towards the bed. The physical contact becoming more insistent as they continued they’re kissing. Sarah gasped against his lips as she felt her back hit the bedpost stopping them from going any further. Her hands clumsily moved up under his shirt as she wanted so much to feel her skin against his.

He smiled against her lips as he felt her warm hands snake underneath his shirt. All too willing to oblige he willed his magic into action relieving him of his shirt. Slowly he moved away from her sweet lips making his way to her ear as he huskily whispered, "I want you so much."

Sarah leaned her head back as she felt his lips traveling pleasingly down the side of her neck, her hands tangling into his blond hair as she moaned in response. "Jareth," she called shakily not sure if she should be doing this.

In response to her call he moved them towards the bed lowering her down onto the soft mattress. Eye’s meeting with hers, as he knew that she was a little nervous about what they were about to do. Slowly and gently he traced her lips with his fingers watching as she closed her eyes in response. Lying beside her he gently allowed his hands to travel downward towards the tie of her robe.

Fear, desire, want and need were all strangely mixed as she felt his hands lower. Sarah’s eyes opened meeting his as he started to untie the tie of her robe. She swallowed as she felt the tie loosen her hands quickly going to his to make him stop, "I’m afraid."

Leaning into her he softly pressed his lips to hers. "I’ll stop if you want me to," he whispered soothingly against her lips as he rose to meet her gaze.

She was visibly trembling wanting to continue but not sure that she should. Her body screaming at her for making him stop she hesitantly leaned upwards pulling him to her as she kissed him with need.

Allowing her to pull him to her he drew her closer to him wanting to be rid of the robe that kept him from fully touching her milky white skin. Knowing and understanding her hesitation he settled with being able to taste her sweet lips his hands drifting away from the tie that bound the robe around her body.

Pulling away she moved his hands back towards the tie of her robe, "Don’t stop."

Her words spoke volumes her eyes revealing nothing but love and trust making him wonder if he really deserved such a woman. Eyes locking with hers he slowly released her from her robe as he leaned in to continue from where they had left off. She was breathtakingly beautiful as he felt her skin pressing against his, her body trembling underneath his touch.

She never wanted this to stop, never in her life did she ever feel so safe so right. His hands still moving downward as he continued kissing her on the lips her heart leaped as his hand sent waves of pleasure through her being. Any uncertainties that she had were starting to disappear as she felt her body racked with euphoria of pleasure.

Stopping he looked to her making sure that she wanted to continue. Seeing the desire and want in her eyes he leaned down kissing her gently as he whispered into her lips, "Are you sure? This will hurt a little."

Not caring about the pain that she knew that she would soon feel she was over run by the desire to finish what they had started. She wanted so much to be closer, to be one with Jareth, her love. Her hand came up cupping his cheek lovingly, "I love you."

No more words of encouragement needed to be said as he leaned his lips into hers. Slowly he moved over her, her gasp of pain as she lost her virginity making him look to her with concern. He kissed away the single tear that slid down her cheek as she smiled lovingly up to him.

The pain soon forgotten as they continued to love each other both lost within each other’s embrace, the world around them long forgotten as they finally consummated their love.