Chloe had clung to him, her fear had been slowly returning but she was calm. The fog had lifted as the bus moved but Chloe stayed close to Chev his scent keeping her in a sated state. Chev had approved of her  answer earlier. He some how knew what she was. Even she hadn't fully understood it, but he had. So many questions swirled in her mind, she wasn't sure what to think feel or do. Again a deep breath, his scent filling her. Something about him, eased her and did something else. But as the thoughts began to wonder her dream came to mind. A hue of pink paint's Chloe's cheeks. Trying to keep thoughts of her dream at bay.<br/><br/>When the bus made a stop he had again carried her, she didn't protest. She was clinging to the feeling that she had that came from him. Soon a quaint house came into her view a beautiful stained glass door decorated the front, it seemed to be a dream catcher. A man appeared and another stood behind him.<span style="font-style: italic">Who were these men?</span>Chev spoke to the older man, there words they exchanged were over her. This alarmed her a little but she stayed silent.<br/><br/>The softness in Chev's voice struck a cord in Chloe, so many feeling's were floating in her it was hard to see where one started or ended.<span style="font-style: italic">Soul, first run, daughter of the moon?</span>she repeated these words to herself. Chloe remained silent for a moment as she looked at the old man hand. "Do you mean I will change?" she asked her voice soft.<br/><br/>The memories came back again of the thing's she no longer wanted to remember. The white teeth flashed in her mind. The different eyes, the sound of growls and snapping bones and teeth. The memory she tried to keep buried. The resurface of the horrible memory made her slight frame shake. "I don't want to be a monster" she said in almost a whisper. All the comfort had now washed away.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Rogar stood over his desk his brow furrowed as the phone rang, this was his third message. Why wasn't Chloe answering? "Maybe I'll try her job" he said hanging and dialing her work number into the phone. After speaking to her manager he hurriedly hung up and gathered his things.<span style="font-style: italic">Could she be in danger? Did they find us again?</span>his mind thought as the possibilities piled up. He had to find her as soon as possible. With that he drove to where she had been last seen her job, speaking again with her Manager. Frantically he searched the area asking all he came in contact showing a picture from a few months ago.