A chill went down Vara’s spine, because the place felt familar to her and she was far too aware of herself for this to be a total dream.<br/><br/>And then she heard his voice and her heart fell.  It came from behind her and Vara spun quickly to face Blackvayne, her eyes growing a bright, defensive blue as her wolf came to the surface.  She did not shift, but the presence was strong within her.<br/><br/>“Get the fuck out of my head.”  She growled.  The anger was short sighted at best.  She had so many questions and he was the only one who had any answers.  Her fists clenched at her sides and she looked down to find she was dressed in a similar fashion, a formal dress that hugged tight to her figure, made of black fabric.  It did not look as tactical as his outfit, but then the women in his presence rarely looked anything but elegant and polished.<br/><br/>“What in the thirteen Hells are you talking about?  I reject you so you send me out to die?  Killed my parents.  What did you expect me to do?  Run back with my tail between my legs?”  She wanted to scream at him, to pound her fists into his chest but she knew that it would do no good here. Quite the opposite, he might be able to do damage at a distance.<br/><br/>“You’ve already taken everything, just let me go...”