A loud clang filled the room as Genard’s sword was flung to the floor. Cold eyes glaring at the wall of his room he drew his hands into tight fists wanting to pound them into the Goblin King’s face. Emian was there. He was so close to taking fully his revenge, but no, the Goblin King pulled him back insisting that this was only a rescue.

Nothing, not one of the Wolfen’s blood was on his sword and he wanted their blood. They were an abomination and needed to be destroyed. How many more would they change to fit in their pack? They were like annoying weeds that keep growing no matter how many times you killed them. Hatred and anger boiling, his fist slammed hard into the wall in front of him. The sound of his fist hitting wall and the feel of the skin on his fist breaking from the harsh contact did nothing to alleviate him.

So, Emian’s pack survived the cleansing of his Hunters. That was something that he was just going to make sure he rectified. Throwing himself on to the bed he lied down allowing his eyes to close as he knew he needed his rest for he had much to do the next day and much to prepare for.

Sarah broke herself from Jareth’s arms suddenly feeling a bit confused on how she had done what she did, "I have no idea how I did that. It’s as if these powers of mine show themselves whenever I have need of them."

Jareth took her hands in his, "You’ve always had power Sarah and somehow becoming Wolfen has brought them to the surface. I’ve always wondered if you had any help from that power when you were trying to solve my labyrinth."

For the first time in what seemed a while to her she felt herself genuinely smile, "That seems so long ago now. I’m glad that I came back even if it means this." Her smile faded as she remembered her attack when she had returned to the Underground.

Hand moving up to cup her cheek he smiled to her, "I do not deserve you."

Sarah’s hand came up to hold his that was cupping her cheek, "Nor I you."

Lowering his head to meet with hers his lips caressed against hers as he passionately kissed her. He had almost lost her and he needed the feel of her close to him but knew not to take things any further especially after what she had just been through. Regretfully pulling away he willed his magic into being clothing them both in appropriate sleeping attire.

Sarah smiled at the simple blue nightgown she was now wearing her eyes hungrily taking in his bare chest and loosely fitting black pants. Hands drifting lightly over his bare muscled chest she found herself smiling mischievously as she looked up to meet his eyes with hers, "Nice nightwear. I always wondered what you slept in."

Pulling her towards the bed he was surprised by the lustful gaze she cast upon him. Returning her hungry gaze he guided her to his bed, "To tell you the truth I usually sleep in the nude. I just thought since…"

His words were cut off as she passionately kissed him on the lips. She needed him, wanted him to be closer so that she could feel safe, complete. Mumbling against his lips she whispered, "You talk too much."

Not really wanting to stop but knowing about what had almost happened not too long ago he pulled away from her teasing touches, "Sarah not so soon after…"

Her fingers pressed to his lips silencing him, she was touched by his want to protect her. "I need your touch, Jareth. I need you to take away the scent he left on me. I want your scent to cover me. Make me forget about what almost happened. Take away the feel of his touch on my skin." She kissed him with urgency, "Make love to me, Jareth. I want only you."

Her words and the feel of her so close drowned out any thoughts as he allowed his passion for her to take over. Removing her nightgown he kissed her tenderly on the lips his hands gently caressing her soft skin. He would make her know only this moment and not allow her to think of the past as he concentrated on fully satisfying her need.

She felt strange, as she looked about herself in slight confusion. Where was she? Sarah could feel the soft grass crunching beneath her feet as she slowly walked within the opened field of green. Stretched out before her was and opened field of rolling hills, mountains slightly in the background with snow covered peeks.

"Sarah," a soft voice whispered.

Her long dark brown hair flew about her as she turned within the wind trying to locate the voice that silently called her name. No one she could see no one, "Who’s there?" she urgently called out.

The sensation of someone caressing her scalp caused her to freeze, it was soothing. The sensation stayed for a while calming her racing heart, it was as if a parent trying to comfort their child. Closing her eyes at the sensation she breathed in the fresh scented air enjoying the feel of safety it brought to her soul.

Standing before her was the woman of her vision that she showed Jareth. Pale skin, long curly red hair, and a warm smile Alia reached out touching Sarah slightly on her cheek.

Eyes shooting open she recognized Alia immediately, "Alia, why are you here?"

Alia’s warm smile faded slightly, "Sarah, I only have so much time. The Wolfen are almost completely extinct and they need your help."

Sarah backed off shaking her head as her anger rose, "I will not give myself to Damien nor will I allow him to bind me to him."

Alia shook her head, "No, that is not what I mean. You belong with Jareth as much as he belongs to you. Soul mates are a rarity in itself. I would never want to break apart something so pure." Sarah’s anger subsided as she let Alia continue, "As you already know you’re different from other Wolfen but I do not have time to explain why that you must find out on your own. They are lead by a leader who is consumed by vengeance and hatred. I’m afraid that he will only lead our kind into further extinction. Emian is going about this all wrong. I love him dearly but the man I loved has turned into a monster. It was wrong of them to bring you here the way they did and what they had first intended to do to you was a long ago forbidden ritual. You need to take his place that is the only way the Wolfen will ever be able to find peace, to live without the fear of being hunted."

Sarah frowned, "They won’t listen to me, I’m a newly made Wolfen. Besides I’m not leader material."

"Sarah, you need to have more faith in yourself," Alia admonished, "You are capable of more than you give yourself credit for. After Emian and Damien are dealt with you are the perfect one to represent our kind to the Fae courts. You can show them just as you showed Jareth what crimes were committed to our kind but first you must lead the Wolfen away from the ways in which Emian has led them."

Sarah stepped towards Alia taking her hand in hers, "Alia they won’t agree to this and the only way that can be done is through their deaths. That means that Emian would die how can you ask this of me?"

Tears spilled from her dark green eyes as they silently streaked against her pale white cheeks, "His fate has already been sealed. Be careful of…" her words were cut short as she disappeared.

Sarah turned looking desperately for Alia’s form, "Be careful of what? Alia…ALIA!" With a start Sarah jerked awake from her sleep the dream heavily within her mind. Eyes quickly adjusting to the dark she saw that she was in Jareth’s bed and lying on his bare chest his arms wrapped securely about her waist. Eyes wide open she was troubled by her dream. Was she ready for this, could she do what Alia wished for her to do and what was she trying to warn her about?