The Glendalian forest remained dark though it was morning the sun barely escaping through the trees. Gray eyes blinked against the dim light waking as he stirred from his rest. Running his hands through his brown wavy hair Damien knew that the elders would be upset with him. He failed in his assignment, a failure that he knew would not go unpunished, unless he had another remedy.

It did not take him long to reach where his pack were waiting for his return. Entering the center of the circle of trees he stood still waiting for the others to emerge from their hiding places. A figure stepped out from each tree all looking not at all pleased that he had returned empty handed.

A man cloaked in black pulled back his hood as he stepped closer to Damien a growl escaping his lips. Quickly his hand shot out backhanding Damien across his brow, "You failed!"

Damien’s head jerked back from the impact the side of his lip stained with a hint of blood. Glaring he licked at the corner on his mouth tasting his own blood, "I did not fail father. There is still another way."

Damien’s father glared at his son, "We brought that mortal woman here to take her blood and add her untapped power to our pack.  Not to deliver her to the very hands in which we intend on destroying."

Damien looked to his father’s matching gray eyes, his father looking almost identical to him except for his dark gray hair and slightly older appearance. "I was able to taste her blood, I can feel a bond already starting. She will be one of us and can possibly be the answer to strengthening our pack."

Emian looked to his son with dismay, "That was not our plan and you know it! With her in The Goblin King’s lair he will-"

Damien cut his father’s words off, "Father I am twenty seven cycles and the last to be born of our pack, of our kind! Without new blood we are dead and you know this. There are barely any women of our kind left and the ones that we do have amongst us are barren. With this one we might be able to change that."

Emian took in his son’s words and knew them to be true. Her blood would have strengthened their power but if his son bred with her she could revive their numbers. A Wolfen woman when fertile was known to have a litter of at least six, "Your plan does have merit but hear me on this, The Goblin King is no one to be taken lightly. He is powerful and without her blood to increase our powers we might not be strong enough to defeat him. I know this because I was Fae before I had became Wolfen."

"Yes father I am quite aware of my heritage. Her transformation into one of us has already started. I am already able to enter her dreams it won’t be long before the wolf within her awakens and her instincts will bring her to us, to me."

Emian nodded his head in agreement looking around to the rest of the pack that had gathered around them, "Very well, go, but remain hidden, do not allow The Goblin King to see you."

Damien nodded to his father backing away a path was made for him to pass as he left the circle that had just recently surrounded him and his father. Looking away from his pack he leapt forwards body transforming into the large white wolf in mid flight as he headed towards the outskirts of the labyrinth.

Sarah let Hoggle lead her to the room that Jareth had prepared for her still dazed by the kiss. She couldn’t believe that he kissed her that she was about to return that kiss. Entering the room her brow furrowed as she went through the scene within her mind over and over again still at a loss as to what had happened.

Breaking away from her thoughts she looked about the room her expression turning to that of bewilderment. It was like the room that she had always dreamed of having. The large vanity held a silver plated hairbrush with black soft bristles, a small hand mirror with identical silver design, a small silver basket with various makeup accessories that sat on a mirrored bottom. In front of the vanity was a small silver metal chair with a deep red cushion on the seat. Not too far from the vanity sat a large four poster bed with a dark red blanket and sheets that held gold and silver designs. On the other side of the room sat a large fireplace and in front of that fireplace sat a set of two cushioned chairs facing the fireplace.

Hoggle stood at the doorway watching as Sarah slowly made her way around the room inspecting her surroundings. "The closet’s gots some clothes for you to wares. If you needs anything just calls I’ll hear you. Sarah-" he hesitated.

Sarah looked to her friend, "Yes."

"Err-nothin, just I’m glad to see you." He had wanted to ask her to be careful to watch what she said around Jareth. She had only had to deal with Jareth the time that she had traversed through the labyrinth and even then there were rules that he had to follow. Now she was on no quest and there were no rules keeping the King from harming her.

Sarah went to Hoggle hugging him once again, "Like wise, I just wish it was under better circumstances."

Hoggle smiled meekly in return, "Remember if you need me-"

"I’ll call," she smiled as she watched her friend leaving the room. After looking over the room she had chosen a light blue, long sleeve dress with a plunging neckline. She would have preferred something a little less revealing but the dress was one of the most modest that was within the closet. The length of the dress hid the black ankle high boots that she wore. Sitting in front of the vanity Sarah ran the brush through her long dark brown hair closing her eyes against the soothing feeling of the soft bristles running against her scalp.

It was odd how everything seemed more intense as if all of her senses had been magnified somehow. Her ears picked up the sound of bristles running through her hair, the soft breeze outside her balcony window, each breath that she took, and the rustle of fabric when she moved. Breathing in heavily she could smell the faint fragrance of various flowers and something else that she could not place.

Opening her eyes Sarah stood from her chair as she mindlessly made her way towards the balcony. Resting her hand lightly on the handle of the balcony door she heard it click as she pressed down and opened the door.

The glass door opened outward as she continued forwards stepping lightly onto the balcony. She could hear the clank of her boots on the balcony floor, the sounds of nature becoming sharper, more vibrant. The warm sun felt soothing against her skin the soft breeze sweeping her hair back away from her face as she now overlooked the railing.

Sarah smiled at the scene that greeted her, a large garden spread out before her yielding various flowers and plants some that she didn’t recognize. Looking down over the railing she looked to see if anyone was within the garden. Seeing that it looked as if no one was present she turned towards the door, her curiosity now peeked she had to go and see the garden up close.

Sarah’s image shown through the crystal as Jareth watched her with interest. She looked stunning against the sunlight as he watched her on the balcony a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he noticed that she was making her way to the gardens. He would allow her some time alone within his garden but not for too long. When he had kissed her it was all too obvious the effect it had on her.

Tossing the crystal into the air Jareth leaned back within his throne as his eyes lazily gazed about the empty room. There were no goblins about as he had sent most of them, save for a few, back to the Goblin City. The expression on Sarah’s face after he had kissed her continuously played within his mind. There was something in her eyes, something he had seen once before when he had held her in his arms as they danced within the ball what seemed so long ago.

The air was cool against her skin, not the terrible cold that she had faced last night, but soothing and refreshing. Walking amongst the gravel path that swayed through the gardens Sarah contentedly took in her surroundings. For the first time within the last twenty-four hours she actually felt calm, revived. The green grass to her side looked inviting as she trailed off of the path towards it. Stopping she lifted her skirts as she took off her boots enjoying the feel of the soft green grass beneath her bare feet.

With a smile she continued forwards leaving her boots behind. The grass felt wonderful beneath her feet, the smells of flowers and greenery setting her in good spirits. Before her stood a wall of flowers that wound and grew up a large gray stone wall. She leaned forwards on tiptoes as she brushed her nose against the soft blue petals. It was a flower that she did not recognize and the fragrance was so soft, so sweet her eyes closed in the pleasure of the flowers scent.

Settling back on her feet she frowned as her stomach growled from hunger, she could not remember the last time that she had something to eat. Pain suddenly shot through her, as the hunger was more than she had ever experienced in her life. Hands held tightly to her stomach she fell to her knees one hand falling to catch herself as she fell. That smell, it was back again, a smell that she had noticed when she was standing on the balcony.

Her head shot up with eyes closed as she heard the rustling of brush, the crunching of grass. Eye’s snapping opened, her eye’s dilating and changing color to a light blue. Standing she turned on her heels seeing the object of her hunger. Her head tilting to the side she looked to the small round creature, so small so innocent so inviting. She wanted it needed it, slowly she crept towards it as it remained still.

Its small dark eyes looked up just as she was only inches from the small rabbit like creature. The creature could now sense the danger that it was in as its body trembled with fear. Leaping away from her hands as she reached out for it, it ran.

A low growl escaped her lips as she missed the small creature. Light blue eyes locked on the quickly retreating form as she quickly gave chase. Lunging forwards she grabbed at its soft fur feeling it squirm within her grasp as it fought to get away.  A smile edged at the corner of her lips as she breathed deeply the scent of the creature before her mouth watering with anticipation. Nudging her face against its trembling fur she closed her eyes enjoying the feel of its small fat form within her hands.

Blinking in confusion Sarah suddenly dropped the small creature, it escaping into the nearby brush. Her hands went about her self as she hugged herself in confusion. "Oh my God, what was I doing?" The pain ripped through her once again she grimaced eyes flashing from her normal blue color to the light almost non-human color it had been moments ago. Hands clasping her head as she cried out for it to stop, "No! Stop this!"

He had come for his own purpose but as he heard her crying out his plans were long forgotten, "Sarah, Sarah what is it?" he reached out for her trying to remove her hands from her head.

Sarah jerked away from his touch, with a growl falling to her knees, "It hurts! Make it stop."

Jareth kneeled down in front of her this time able to free her hands from her head, "Sarah?"

She looked up tears filling her eyes as the pain kept ripping through her being. It was like someone was ripping her apart from the inside out.

Jareth’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the color of her eyes shift from her normal blue color to an unnatural light blue. Willing his hands free from his gloves he cradled her face within his hands as he further examined her eyes.

The touch of his skin to hers soothed the pain chasing the agonizing hunger away. Her hands came up about his holding them to her face afraid that he would pull away. Trembling she leaned into him her face burying into his chest, his hands moving from her face to her back as hers locked about his. "What’s happening to me?"