A wolf caught in a trap might chew its leg off to be free.  Vara wonder if it would hurt its family to be free, because that was the only choice she had now.  And even if she ran, it would not save Geraint either.  Blackvayne had said he would hurt too.  She had no choice in this matter, she could not out think or out plan the man that now held her in place.  She felt him lean in, take in her scent, and she knew even if he claimed that her dark wolf could have her, his obsession with her was far from over.<br/><br/>“I’ll do what I can.  Just...don’t hurt them.  Please...” Her tone was broken.  Blackvayne had shattered her and she had been completely unprepared for it.  Vara pressed hard against the will of her own mind, trying to pull herself out the dream and out of her slumber.  It took all the concentration she could muster and she focused her thoughts on Geraint, hoping that this so-called connection they shared worked both ways.<br/><br/>The world seemed to turn upside down as she went from the land of dreams into the land of the living.  Vara shot up from the cot, clutching to one of the blankets as she did.  She could still feel Blackvayne’s hands on her shoulders, though the sensation was fading as she became more and more awake.<br/><br/>“They aren’t...They’re not dead.  He has them, he has my parents and he’s going to hurt them if we don’t go back to him...” She sounded mad, but she did not care. She was not even sure if Geraint was awake, her mind was already panicking.  “He did not send me to die, he knew the witches would give me over to you and he...He...” She did not want to speak the truth aloud, but she had to.  “He all but gave me to you as a gift.  This was always what he wanted...”