Vara considered his questions again.  She brought her knees up onto the cot and wrapped her arms around them, hugging them to her chest.  Blackvayne had always seemed more powerful than anything in the world to her, so it was hard to imagine a way to fight against him.  She thought back over the words he had said in the dream and then she looked over at Geraint.<br/><br/>"He wants you.  He said he sent me because we were able to connect psychically, but I think it was more than that.  He wants your power and he claimed it could help him.  But when he spoke of conquering the world, he did not just mention your power.  He included all three of us."  She was talking the details out, trying to work her way through it, see what she had missed.  "Maybe there's something about me that I'm missing.  Maybe there's a reason I bristle at the touch of others, when other werewolves seek it out.  I don't know.  There could be something more there."<br/><br/>She pursed her lips and rolled her neck, trying to work out the tension that Blackvayne had caused in the dream.  "You don't come to him as the outcast pup of the witches, you need to come to him as someone with your own formidable abilities.  He's a lord, if you don't want him to make you his slave, then we have to show him you're his equal. I don't know how we do that, but that I think that's the right play."