We had been hunting down werewolves for two months and were yet to come across a pack. Nik and I had spent the last full moon running through some woods and I had no idea what state we had even been in at the time but we had fun so I wasn't really bothered about it. The trip hadn't actually been that bad so far. Nik wasn't bad company and he had given my phone back to me once I assured him that I wouldn't contact anyone. Stefan was still awfully broody but I managed to get on with him well enough and just ignored him the rest of the time. Nik had even gotten me another sketchbook when I had filled the one I had with me, I had finally drawn the images from the sacrifice that I had been meaning to draw as well as some others like when Nik had fed KitKat his blood, the moment when he was looking down at Elijah's body in his coffin and others from moments during the trip.

We had spent some nights on the road but we often stopped at hotels and motels for the night and it had been on one such night that I had really began to see Nik as someone who wasn't bad at all.

It had been a long day on the road and I was ready to sleep so I passed out the moment I landed on a bed, not even bothering to change out of my clothes. But that night, for the first time in a long time I had a nightmare, but it was worse than that because it was a memory.

I was with my father and we were running through the forest that surrounded our house, running as fast as we could because we were being chased and we knew that if we slowed down we would be killed. We were dodging trees and leaping over objects in our path as bullets and arrows were fired at us.

I kept running until I heard one of the arrows hit its target and my father cry out in pain. I skidded to a stop, turning to see my father with an arrow piercing his heart. My world stopped as I fell to my knees, gold eyes glowing as I screamed my pain and rage ripping through me. I tapped into my rage and shifted, letting out a loud howl before I turned to face the men who were hunting us before lunging at them tearing them all to shreds.

After they were all dead I changed back, my body covered in blood as I looked at the people I had killed, they weren't strangers, no, they were family on my mother's side, hunter's who despised our kind and as I looked at their bodies I felt my eyes glow again but no longer a fiery gold. They were instead an Icy Blue.

I awoke from the dream screaming, tears running down my face and Nik rushed into the room, coming straight to me, sitting on the bed, pulling me to his bare chest. 'Shh, shh, it's just a dream. Nothing is going to hurt you.' He soothed as he brushed his hand through my knotted hair, wiping the tears from my face.

'They killed him, they killed him Nik.' I said, still shaking. 'And I killed them all. I tore them to pieces like an animal.' I felt him stiffen beneath me and then he relaxed again. 'I'm all alone now. They are all dead, and I have no one left, no family.' I continued.

'You are not alone, never alone. And family isn't just those given to you at birth, we can make our own, find people we love and surround ourselves with them.' He told me quietly. 'What did you mean, when you said that you killed them all?' He asked carefully.

'Father and I were running and they were chasing us, trying to kill us, so much for family. They put an arrow through his heart so I tore them limb from limb until they were dead and I was soaked in their blood.' I revealed quietly, we were both sitting up now, and I was leaning against his bare chest.

'Family?' He questioned.

'They were my mother's family, she came from a long line of werewolf hunters, go figure and she ran away when she fell for my father. They found us and killed her before they started chasing us through the forest.' I told him,

'How old were you?'

'Sixteen.' I answered. 'And that's the reason my eyes are blue and not gold. In my bloodline, because we don't need to kill to trigger the gene, our eyes change colour once we have taken a life.' I inform him. 'I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep anymore.'

'Would you like me to get your sketchbook?' He asked, knowing that drawing helped me relax whenever I was stressed. I nodded to him and he brought me both my sketchbooks over as well as my pencils. While I flicked on the bedside lamp and sat up more. He handed me them over and settled back into his spot beside me. I turned to a blank page in the new book before handing him the old one and letting him look through it.

I choose to draw the tattoo that I could see on his shoulder and across his collar bone, it didn't take long to sketch however so I added in the rest of his chest, making it fade a little so that the tattoo and the necklaces he was wearing were the main feature.

'These sketches are incredible. I like the ones of Elijah.' He tells me.

'Those were his favourite too. Especially the ones with the hearts I think.' I tell him with a soft smile.

'You draw everyone you meet?' He questions.

'Only the important ones.' I take the book from his hands, flipping through it until I find the first drawing I did of him. 'This was just before we met at the grill. The day before, Lijah, had shown me some of his memories and so I had to draw you. But my favourites are probably from the night of the sacrifice. They tell a story for me.' I turn to the first one, of the girls in the circles of fire with Greta chanting, then to the next- Nik clutching Jules' heart in his hand with her body at his feet, Jenna biting Greta's neck, Nik draining Elena's blood, Nik with blood on his mouth and three bodies at his feet and fire behind him and finally, Nik as a wolf, standing tall, pitch black with golden eyes.

'They are glorious, Little Wolf.' He says and I can feel myself getting sleepy as we continued to talk. He gently took my drawing materials and set them on the nightstand, flicking the lamp off. 'Sleep Little Wolf, I'll stay and chase the dreams away.' He promised, holding me to his chest once again as I drifted off into a blissfully nightmare free sleep.

After that night I had seen Nik as much more compassionate than I had once thought and we had grown closer to each other. Now as we reached the car he glanced at me before we got in and smirked. 'So I'm your boyfriend now? Huh, Little Wolf?' He teased.

'Shut up Nik! It was the first thing that came to mind.' I told him in response. 'God I hope we find this guy soon. It's taking too long to find these damn wolves.' I comment, annoyed at our lack of success thus far.

'I'm quite sure that we will find him tomorrow, sweetheart.' He reassured and I just sighed, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I had turned eighteen over the past two months but I hadn't mentioned it, not wanting to make a fuss and not particularly caring about it anyway but the fact that I was legally an adult made me laugh a little as I had seen and done more than most adults would be able to handle in a lifetime.

'I like your normal accent much better than your fake one.' I comment randomly, trying to change what I was thinking about. 'It suits you better.' I don't need to open my eyes to know that he is grinning at what I said. 'Don't let it go to your head Nik, I always did wonder how you fit that massive ego of yours into Ric's body.' I joke and I know that the grin is gone and an affronted expression resides on his face.

'Oi.' He complains and I laugh, finally opening my eyes, loving just how natural that sounded, he seemed so relaxed and comfortable around me now.

'When are you going to restore Sir Broods Alot's memories, I imagine he will be much more fun with them intact than he is now. And less judgy too.' I question him. He had told me that they were friends but he had compelled the memories away. And I correctly assumed that this was because of Mikael finding them.

He sighed. 'I'm not sure yet Little Wolf. Soon.' He told me and I could see how much he wanted his friend back but also that he was waiting for the right moment. 'I'm not sure how he will react when he gets his memories back.' He said.

'He's not going to hate you Nik.' I assure him, realising that this is what had him worried. 'He'll understand. We'll help him through it.' I say and let out a yawn, we had been driving all day and hadn't stayed at a hotel last night so I was pretty beat.

'You should rest.' He tells me and I nod curling up in the seat with my head against the window before closing my eyes and quickly falling asleep.