They were sort of trapped, not in a physical way but certainly they were stuck together in this.  Either could probably run off on their own, but they sort of needed each other at this point.  Or at least, Vara needed him.  That was a concerning thought for her.  She had never felt as if she needed someone else.  She cared for her parents and did as Blackvayne wished, but she always felt like she could survive if he were to fall away from her.<br/><br/>She settled onto the cot and them laid back against it, staring up at the ceiling.  She had spent the night in worse places.  There were times the vampires she worked along side could be savage, and they had hunkered down in places filled with the remnants of their hunger.  She hated times like that.  This place was bizarre but much preferable to that sort of darkness.<br/><br/>Vara almost felt bad for the creature that Geraint spoke of.  It seemed like a torturous and violent existence, to be caught in such a state.  She felt a certain freedom in her wolf form, but she would not want to be stuck in it or anywhere between.<br/><br/>“I would have assumed there were others, because of stories like the one you just mentioned.  Those are more commonly told, but they usually act as if the witches declare any flawed pup as some kind demon spawn.  I supposed it’s an easy way to demonize them, most wolves care for their pups pretty strongly.”  Nearly every story told in the village about the witches portrayed them evil entities, corrupted and willing to anything for power.<br/><br/>“So we breathe here for a few days and then what?  Eventually your witches are going to wonder why you swept off with me...” Vara almost wanted to urge him to return to his home and his life, even it if was not a great choice him.  If he was seen to be siding with an enemy, they might kill them both.