Geilinor, Provence of Peace

Azrael frowns at his brother. "What do you think your doing taking another mate? And why do you think you can just act like you haven't caused any problems for these 2 centuries? You *attacked* other people's mates. You tried to attack *my* mate!" Azrael says, getting angrier and angrier.

Niklas just looks at him, his eyes sad.

Zaria let out a small sigh. Sitka echoed it as she moved behind her friend and gently started to braid her hair. "You have such pretty long hair." Sitka commented with a small sigh. Zaria gaved her a smile.

"You have pretty hair, Sitka. It's just not that long." She said gently patting her on the hand. "So do you want to go over some details while the men fight like children?"

"I'd love to." Sitka replied with a smile.

Suddenly Azrael throws a punch, hitting Niklas square in the jaw. Niklas takes it with only a week grunt and looks back at him. "I deserved that," he mutters.

"Yes you did," Azrael growls. "Don't you ever come after my mate again,"

Now Niklas growls, "And don't insult my mate like that. I would never turn against her like that."

Zaria sighed again. "They are so stupid." She muttered. She gently led Sitka back to her chambers to get her away from their stupid mates. "I'm sorry about this really. It must be a male thing. They have far too much testosterone." Sitka gave him smile.

"It is fine. I don't mind. I don't really have any males to live with. I never really had a brother." Sitka said with a light nod.

"You can have one of mine I have seven."

After fighting and growling at each other before finally making an uneasy truce. Suddenly they notice their mates are gone and they both go following after their scents.

A tall woman with absolutely no curves but is model quality or better walks up to Zaria's chambers and knocks. He black hair is braided over her shoulder and her blue eyes flash in the light. She is also obviously a werewolf.

"I've got it." Sitka said standing up. She didn't want a repeat of what had happened to Zaria with the other werewolf. So Sitka opened the door trying a friendly smile. "Hello how may I help you?"

"I'm looking for my mate. Niklas," the woman says, smiling brightly and somewhat maliciously.

Suddenly Azrael and Niklas turn the corner and both freeze in place, "Trini?" Niklas says, seeming stunned. Azrael stares for a moment before running to Zaria. He stands in front of her protectively, growling.

Sitka blinked in surprise. She backed up to make sure she was unseen by the other people. She didn't want people to edit their words because they knew she was listening.

Zaria stood and gently placed her hand on Azrael's arm. "What's going on?" She asked with a currious expression.

Niklas stares at Trini like he's seeing a ghost. "How... is this possible?"

"What do you mean Niklas?" This Trini asks, tears in her eyes. "I'm your mate. Why aren't you happy I'm back?"

Niklas shakes his head. "You can't be my mate... I have a mate..." he says but for some reason doesn't sound absolutely sure but very confused.

Sitka bit her knuckles as she listened to them. This was the worse thing that had happened to her even with the gender thing. He was such a lier. If he all ready had a mate why did he sleep with her? He had taken her innocence and now she wasn't even special enough to keep. She wanted to cry or to go home but she couldn't seem to make herself move.

Trini begins to cry. "What do you mean you already have a mate?" she cries.

"You died two centuries ago!" Niklas yells, seeming hurt by her tears but not moving toward her at all, "I found a woman I love more than I ever loved you. I... think she's my real mate." Niklas says and begins to head toward Zaria's room, where Sitka should be.

Sitka felt tears sting her eyes. She doubted he ment those things he said. He didn't even know her he probably just wanted to hurt that girl. She had after all run from him. Sitka let out a small sigh and let herself be swallowed by a giant plant and was transported home.

Niklas walks into Zaria's room and looks around, suddenly panicked. "Where is Sitka!?" he roars, suddenly tearing through the room when he loses her scent. Trini walks in and attempts to call him down, "Your mate is here Niklas," she soothes but Niklas goes crazy, "Witch! Your not my mate! Where is Sitka!?" he roars, his wolf more in command than he is, causing him to go crazy with fear for his mate.

Zaria stepped forward slightly. "I think she went home. She seemed rather upset so she left without leaving a scent. Although she is not that hard to find. There is a forest not too far from here where a whole village lives up in the trees." She said lightly hoping he would be able to understand her directions.

Niklas nods abruptly, "Thank ye Zaria," he growls, not threateningly, and takes off. He reaches the forest within minutes and howls, beginning to climb each tree and searching for her. "Sitka!!!" he roars, his roar anguished.

Poppy blinked as she heared a voice calling from below for her daughter. She walked out onto the deck. "Hello there. What is it you want my daughter for?" She asked placing a hand on her rather large pregnant belly.

Niklas climbs up the tree within seconds to the pregnant woman, his claws long and his teeth sharp. Overall a terrifying picture. He takes a deep breath and calms himself somewhat, "I'm look for Sitka. She ran away from me even though she's my..." he gulps with fear for her, "mate. I can't think without her..." he says, almost crying.

Poppy's expression sofens. "I can tell that you really care for her. I think I can show you to her room. Although I would have lowered the latter for you so you didn't have to climb up the tree." She said giving him a light smile. "Although you may want to introduce yourself."

"Prince Niklas of the Werewolves ma'am. Not the heir prince however. But I will still be able to take great care of your daughter," He says, looking for her even as he speaks, his eyes still wild.

"Ah, I am Poppy Queen of the Imps. Sitka is my lovely litlle daughter. Although I know her father wants a little boy this time. We'll see what happens. Now follow me and I will lead you to my daughter's room. Good luck comforting her though. She seemed awfulyl upset." Poppy turned a lead him through her home and to a door. She knocked lightly. "Open up little darling. Someone is here to see you."

"I don't care. I don't want to see anyone." Sitka called back her voice muffled from the door and obvious tears.

Niklas gently moves Poppy out the way and says through the door, "Lass let me in or I'll break down this door." His voice sounds somewhat calm and reasonable but he is also totally serious and a hint of craziness is in his tone.

"I especially don't want to see you. You dirty lier take a hike. Go back to your mate. She's the one you were all crying about anyway." Sitka called back. Poppy let out a sigh. She took out a key and unlocked the door silently.

"Good luck."

Niklas nods to her, "Thank ye," he whispers and then sneaks into the room. He walks over to the side of her bed, not trying to hide but completely silent and kneels. "Lass, speak to me. I don't understand what you mean. I'm wish my mate. My beautiful, kind, smart lass."

Sitka didn't turn to look at him. "Whatever, you were staring hard enough at that woman. Sorry I can't have no figure and zero chest. I thought you said she was dead. I didn't know that she would coem back. You were crying about her and you were upset and you didn't want me. You just took me because the full moon told you to."

Her last words throw Niklas in a rage and he howls to the sky, tearing into his own flesh with his legs. "Never! I would never take her over you! Bluidy witch tricked me!" he roars, standing and pacing around the room, "Don't want no figure. Want curvy, lush woman. Beautiful woman. Ye be beautiful woman lass. Och and she was dead. And I never didn't want you. I always wanted you. Can't you see it lass?" he asks, returning to kneeling next to her bed, his body torn and bleeding from his claws.

Sitka turned over to look at him. She gasped as she saw what he had done to himself. She sat up and gently placed her hands on his shoulders. "You are such an idiot." She sobbed placing kisses all over his face. "I can't believe you did this to yourself. How in the world is she back? And what made her think she could have you again?" Sitka asked before a totaly enraged exression crossed her lovely face. "I'm going to kill her and make sure she stays dead."