a dull throb was added to the aching pain he felt throughout his body, added to the sharp chill the water gave him. He didn't see the woman chase after him, but whomever it was was gone now, and something else was now leaning over him, a beautiful, silver Werewolf.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Hello boy, My name is Kakasha. I mean you no harm, you are like us. What is your name."</span><br/><br/>She speaks. But then again so could he apparently. If they were going to kill him, they would have done it while he was out, yet her eyes oddly calmed him, his already quickened breath like puffs of smoke in the cold air. He then realized he was shaking, both from the pain and the cold, and perhaps even his nerves finally let go. The female held him down, but it didn't seem like she was meaning to, for he felt he could easily get away from her, yet her eyes kept him lying on the creek bed, staring into them.<br/><br/>"K-Kakasha?" he stammered between his panting, "I-I'm J-Jaden..." He winced as pain shot through his head, thoughts of food for the winter and general worry for him, mixed with regret with a hint of intent to kill. These thoughts were not his own and it confused him as he held his head in pain, curling into a ball. was this happening to him all those times he blacked out? What was so special about this time that made him suffer through it? He wished this was a dream and he would just wake up but it was too real. The pain told him that.<br/><br/>"Where is this?" he asked, "What's going on?"