"And...I want to spend more time with you guys. Get to know you all without threats looming over us. So I figured we each have individual dates first. Then I thought um," she started to blushes and mumbled into her fist. "Babygirl..." both Hele and Murciél said in sync. They moved her hand from her face and lifted her head by the chin so she faced them. "No hiding what is ours from us." They said leaving no room for arguments. "Uh....then I was thinking about the mating stuff we could do 2 days at a time. Till I get used to it...at least n then it could be all of us..." They all smiled and nodded, "any particular order?" Murciél asked and she shook her head "no I wanted to let y'all decide, LIKE ADULTS, I didn't want to seem like I was playing favorites" she informed them.

"I'm kinda hurt she doesn't think we can settle this like men..."Mala'ika said laughing, "I'm hurt she read us to filth like that!" Balaur said, making everyone laugh harder. "We draw straws then. It's only fair." Hele suggested. Sara started to blush as she remembered the moment between her and Mala'ika and she looked at him and he smiled. "What's this?" Murciél asked, pointing back and forth between Mala'ika and Sara. Walking over to her, Mala'ika picked Sara up off Cythraul placing her on the counter top of the island and standing between her legs. "Nothing dearest brother. Get the straws yes?" Mala'ika said, kissing Sara on her forehead.

It had been almost two weeks since the face off with Diak and everything had died down. For now. They knew they would have to get rid of him eventually but their main focus was on completing their mate bonds with Sara first. They all had rotated back to their normal homes to make final preparation to transition into the rancher while giving Sara time to recover. Per her request, Hele found a therapist for her, also Werewolf, so she could get treatment and make sure she was fully healed and pass the kidnapping and beating physically, mentally and emotionally. With the spare time the guys all came up with their date ideas since the straws had been drawn. Mala'ika, Hele, Balaur, Cythraul, Murciél and finally Mahō.

"Well well what do we have here? It seems you didn't die after all. " A strange man spoke. He looked emaciated like his flesh would fall off the bone any minute. He reminded Sara of the Crypts Keeper. Although she could tell she was dreaming her senses were on alert. Wherever she was was underground. There were tombs everywhere coated in cobwebs and dust. Some seemed to have eroded with time and their inner remains were exposed. "Yes well what do we do now?" A woman asked this time. She was dressed to the nine, all name brands and a full beat. The perfect barbie. Although Sara could tell the woman held malice towards her, her voice seemed almost melodic like it was drawing her in. Before she could fall fully into the trap there was a loud boom. The source was unseen but it sounded like a door being opened violently.

"Why have I been called away from important work over a dead child?" A newcomer asked with a growl. His eyes were full and lifeless with a red tint to them and he took his seat among the others. "Because she's not dead you fool!" The woman retorted. The man seemingly consumed with rage punched a coffin behind him effectively making sure even Abby from NCIS couldn't identify that body. "What the FUCK do you mean shes not dead?!" He snarled back at the woman. "That usually means that she's alive, the opposite of dead" a second woman chimed in with an uninterested voice. She sounded old time English posh lady but with a dark undertone. Her skin was healthy pale in some areas but there were black crackles along her skin that matched her pitch black lips and eyes. "Grand Witch Inna ring any bells?" She asked aloud. Everyone started to murmur to themselves before someone spoke up.

"She's been missing for millennia. No one knows if she's truly dead but still." The first man countered. "Yes well as much as we would like to believe that. Without a body, and even then, it's safe to assume she's alive and well. Who do you think has been leading her special protection forces? Some quack witch? No. That was her baby and she would never let anyone have it." A third woman said. Although her voice held darkness, power and knowledge, her physical form was that of a pre-teen child. Her hair was dark and wavy down to her waist. Her ears pointed through her hair and her eyes were pearl white. "It seems we were unable to eradicate this reincarnation before it was found. Now we must clean up this mess after the fact." She added matter of factly.

"You all are so simple minded" a familiar voice hissed sitting up from the shadows. 'Diak' Sara thought to herself. "We are here why? Because we have been shunned and rejected from the supernatural community and are treated less than trash, less than humans! You want to kill the great queen. Instead of using her?" He asked rhetorically. "No. I will have her, and we can use her to end their reign of the brotherhood. Then WE can rule as it should be. No longer will we or our people have to suffer. Mundane and Sups will all bow to US!" he yelled the last word and it reverberated through the tombs cavernous halls. "And how do you suppose we do that?" The English lady asked. "She's with her mates now. " she added. "For now yes but between your mastery of the dark arts Grand Witch and my charm I'm sure we can make her do whatever we want? Since this was my idea, she'd be my queen of course and we can use her to control the masses." The Grand Witch gave him a dead planned look as she searched for a rebuttal.

"They're too strong. We'd never get close enough" the barbie said. "Not to mention, none of this will matter once she's bonded with them. Even with just the marks of her mate, your entire plan goes down the drain" the little girl added looking at Diak like she was tired of his shit already. "Okay" the Crypts Keeper started "we kill her mates, the bonds are broken. Shes free game for Diak." This time the man with reddish eyes spoke "I know better than anyone what it does to someone to lose a mate. We cannot guarantee her mental state if we just kill them after they've bonded." The Barbie looked at the Crypts Keeper "what if you compelled her to forget? Or you" she said looking at the Grand Witch "spell her memories away. Without the mate pull, as a human, they are capable of moving on and recovering from something like that." She put the idea out. "That's if she remains human..." the little girl said. She was cut off by a loud bang.

Sara woke with a start and clutched her hands to her chest as she fought for air. Running over to her window she threw it open and stuck her head out. It was cold, seeing as how it was still night, the moon was high and on the wind she could hear the howl of wolves passing along information. Finally she got her breathing under control and closed the window sitting on her bay window seating. She had been having dreams like this for a few nights now. Before she could only see fragments and pictures. Faces weren't full and voices were garbled but tonight was different. She saw and remembered everything. She knew the guys were stressed and wasn't sure if she should mention this. With that though she faced palmed and shook her head. "You'd be a fucking vapid and daft moron not to tell them" she muttered to herself and went to take a shower.

After washing herself of the gross feeling that was her nightmare, or vision, she went to the kitchen to grab a snack. She grabbed some plantain chips from the cupboard and a Malta from the fridge and sat at the island to eat. About half way into the bag she heard something behind her. "Hey babygirl you okay?" Hele asked. Sara screamed and chucked the bottle at him. Had he not had super speed she would have. It shattered on the wall behind him as Murciél ran in, eyes changed and fangs out ready to kill. Hele stared at Sara in shock and so did Murciél once he realized there was no danger. "What happened?" Murciél asked as Hele mind linked the guards to let them know everything was okay. "Hele fucking scared the shit outta me that's what happened.... DAMMIT that was the last Malta" she said and started throwing a fit. Hele and Murciél looked at each other with a raised brow and then back to Sara. Hele walked up to her and grabbed her throat only applying slight pressure on the sides making her look at him. "I will only tell you this once babygirl. Be. Have." He said in a dark growl before letting her go. "Sorry" she said in a small voice looking down at her chips.

Murciél finished cleaning the mess and turned back to them. "So what is actually bothering you?" He asked. "The guards told me they saw you nearly leap out your window in a panic." Hele added. Sara took a moment to finish the food in her mouth and wound the bag before clipping it. "We should call the others..." She said with a heavy thread of fear laced into her words.