Makoda's eyes had drifted closed as her mind bounced between the Shadow Walker, her Uncle, her father, her mother, and the Inn. Makoda found herself standing in a room. The scene was a bit hazy, but she clearly saw the Werefox and the Shadow Walker. She watched him torment and tease the girl, and something snapped and awoke within the Witch. Both of them felt a ghostly hand lay upon them.<br/><br/>In Kelly's case, the hand came to rest on her mark. A  strong peace and healing flowed through the girl, of both body and mind. A voice whispered softly through her mind.<em>"No longer will he have a hold upon you. You are free. Within you is the strength to stand on your own. No need of Pack, or another to tell you your worth. You are your own Master now."</em><br/><br/>A bright,  ice blue glow, in the shape of a rose, suddenly blazed from the ghostly hand that touched the Shadow Walker.<em>"Perhaps he was correct. Perhaps anyone but you. Mayhap ye are not worthy in the end."</em>The challenge was more than clear in the voice of Makoda that Lugoj heard.<br/><br/>The hands disappeared, and Makoda's eyes flew open to view her refuge once more. Her mind turned over the dream like vision, except it was strangely too real to be a dream, and she felt somehow different inside. She frowned as she tried to sort out what exactly was different.<br/><br/>Sassaba and Mikasi's heads suddenly snapped up. They looked at each other wide eyed. "It's too soon."<br/><br/>"Maybe, maybe not. You're daughter can be amazingly adept at the oddest things." A snort was the only reply, as both men once more waited for the girl in question to return to a Realm they could find her in.