Sarah cried out in horror as she watched her friend fall back to the ground, bleeding from the wound that Damien had given him. Eyes shimmering with rage, she lashed out at Damien, her body shifting to her wolf form. Teeth sank into flesh as she gnawed at his throat, his blood tainting her lips and mouth.

Damien fell back with a gurgle as his throat was being gnawed upon, the realization that he was about to met his end, and by the very one in which he created. His father was right after all.

Pulling back, her body shifted once again returning to her human form, her lips and the front of her shirt tainted with blood. Looking down at what she had done, she felt her body jerk with disgust and the maddening horror of what she had done. She found herself looking into those gray eyes of his as he reached out for her. Unsheathing the dagger at her side, she held it within her hands knowing that she needed to finish what she started, finish his suffering and to sever that connection that had haunted her for too long.

The gleam of silver met his eyes as he watched her hovering over him. He had no strength to flee, no strength to even move as his hand dropped heavily to the now blood drenched ground.

Tears escaping her lids, she lowered the dagger towards his throat. It’s metal now pressed against his torn skin she leaned into the weapon bringing its blade through his throat and neck severing his head in one clean plunge. Damien was no more.

Emian looked to his attacker watching as Genard, the Hunter, the butcher who had once been his best friend, now standing over him with bloodied sword. Looking downwards he saw the source of that blood the gash at his back tainting the ground beneath him with a familiar dark liquid.

Jareth had successfully cut down half a dozen Wolfen that had tried to kill him. He had lost count after the third one. The Goblins were taking a bad beating as were the Wolfen. Jareth could plainly see that there would be no winner in this. As if there ever is a winner when it comes to events such as these.

An ache hit his senses as a familiar voice met his mind. Turning on his heels, his mismatched eyes frantically searched for her. Hearing her cry, his eyes locked on the scene as Hoggle was knocked down with a fatal injury and Sarah had just shifted to her wolf form.

He started forwards but was stopped by what he witnessed. A pain shot through his heart as he watched her kill Damien knowing the anguish she was feeling inside from the act. Forming crystal in hand, he willed himself to her.

A heart clenching pain shot through his being as his constant link to his son was suddenly gone. Emian’s eyes immediately met with his son’s decapitated body, memories of the past flashing to memory. ‘My God, what have I done?’ came to mind, the horror of his life taking its hold.

Taking Emian’s moment of distraction, his sword hissed through the air slicing at the pack leader’s throat. It pierced through the skin severing his head from his body. The deed done, Genard slumped to his knees, a smile spreading across his face as a maddening laughter escaped his lip.

The dagger dropped from her suddenly numb hands as she stared unbelievingly at what she had done. A familiar presence was sensed, as she knew that Jareth was now behind her, his hand placed on her shoulder. Shakily she rose to her feet, eyes still locked on the dead body of the one that had tormented and threatened her. Her hands shakily came up to cover her slightly opened lips. Pulling her hands suddenly away she saw and could smell the blood that tainted them.

Pulling her to him he covered her hands with his, willing his magic to being as he cleaned her bloodied form. "It’s done," escaped his lips as he knew of nothing else that he could say.

A moan met her ears bringing her out of her shock. Freeing herself form Jareth’s gentle hold, she swiftly came to Hoggle’s side. Intensified tears escaped her eyes as she saw her friend’s crumbled and bleeding body, she fumbled forwards. "Hoggle," came out in a desperate horse whisper. She could hear his heart slowing, "Oh God, no! Hang on Hoggle. Please I need you, don’t you leave me."

Jareth frowned at the sight, but there was nothing that he could do to undo the damage that had been done. The battle still waged on behind them, the roar of battle blaring in the background.

Holding Hoggle’s head in her lap her senses picked up the destruction around her. So many dying, so many dead…For what? A pain more than she was able to bear overwrought her being. She felt the sudden weight of everything, the anguish, the rage, and the chaos. Something was building inside her as she screamed out, "STOP!"

A thunder echoed throughout the open field as a surge of energy lashed out at everything. All had suddenly stopped as they were flung away from each other, the ground shaking with the energy’s intensity, dirt and grass flying up creating a wall between both parties. The wall fell, settling as all stood motionless, fearful to move or even breath.

Not caring about what she had just done, she looked down to Hoggle, her hands pressing against his wound. ‘Please let this work," she mentally pleaded as she willed her power to her hands.

Jareth pulled his stunned eyes away from the spectacle that had occurred with the fighting goblins and Wolfen. The loud roars of battle no longer present, all standing as if in wait for permission to move. Sensing her struggle for power, he looked back towards Sarah, concern creasing his brow as he knew what she was trying to do.

Her hands tingled from the effort, a warm sensation suddenly enveloping her hands as she pressed them urgently against his wound. Nothing but saving his life was in her full concentration, "Work damn it!" she breathed, desperation within her voice.

A soft glow grew from her hands enveloping Hoggle’s now unconscious form. Slumping, she felt herself falling back, Jareth catching her before she could hit the ground.

Quickly removing his gloves, he willed his power into her being as she was dangerously close to killing herself with the effort that she had just administered. The effort drained him but not fully.

The coldness strangely shifted to that of warmth as he breathed in the stagnant air. Pain no more as he felt as if a thousand fingers were wiggling across his chest. Darkness shifting to that of light as he blinked in confusion as the sky once again met his gaze.

Blinking back from the pain that erupted from her exhausted body she looked warily to Hoggle. Seeing his eyes opening and him looking up to the sky with a strange expression renewed some of her strength as she broke away from Jareth. Hugging Hoggle, she laughed with glee as she had saved her friend.

Hoggle frowned a bit embarrassed by her hugging him like he had died and come back to life or something, "Err…Sarah, why you all huggin me like there’s no tomorrow? What happened?" Memory coming to surface he freed himself from her arms as his hands quickly went up to his chest feeling for the gash he knew would be there. To his surprise he found no such thing. Opened mouth he looked to Sarah with bewilderment her merry eye’s meting with his.

"You’re alive!" she exclaimed with glee hugging him once more.

Realization dawned on him, as he knew that she had somehow healed him. He was even more confused when he saw the Wolfen and goblins standing separate from each other no longer fighting.

Sarah looked to Jareth, "Send the Goblins back to the Goblin City." With renewed strength she continued, "Leave the Wolfen to me. I will deal with them as I am now their leader."

Summoning his crystal, he did as she requested knowing that there was no arguing with her. She was becoming something more than he had ever imagined her to be. Sarah was Wolfen but she was also something more, she was a part of the Underground. Willing his power, the Goblin King and the goblin army disappeared from the field.

Slowly, she walked towards the pack, her eyes scanning them closely as if to dare them to defy her. Standing before them, her words sounded within their minds and their ears, "Emian and his ways are done. His son is dead and I claim the right to govern this pack. Go back to your dwellings within the Glendalian forest and await for my council. Anyone care to challenge my claim?"

All bowed to her, backing away in respect just before shifting into their wolf forms and disappearing within the Glendalian forest. She watched them as they disappeared from sight, her senses able to pick up their loyalty to their new leader.

Turning, she was surprised that she did not sense Jareth standing there watching. Sarah slumped, feeling the weight of using so much of her power. She smiled as once again Jareth’s strong arms wrapped about her, but her smile suddenly dropped as she saw the bodies of the dead sprawled out across the ground. Burring her head into his chest she wept.

He held her to him, stroking her long dark brown hair as he tried to comfort her as best as he could. Softly he spoke to her, "All is done. You’ve stopped the Wolfen from trying to take over the Underground and destroying the Fae."

Her grasp of him tightened, as she knew that his words were only partially true, "No, it is only the beginning."