Dagger stopped behind Zachariah, panting heavily in his wolf form. A dull ache was settling at the base of his skull, making him whine in protest and looking up at the moon. It was starting to fade as sun light rose from the horizon. Dagger whined again. This time Zachariah noticed the low sound coming from Dagger. The larger wolf turned and sniffed at Dagger, who in turn gave a slight lick to his cheek. Zachariah and Henry shared a look, one that Dagger was again in to much pain to notice. The pain started to radiant through our Dagger's entire body. It stopped when it reached the middle of Daggers chest, right where his heart was. Zachariah let out a whine as well, confusion clouding his wolf features. What was happening to them? 

Why was there a pain? Why was Zachariah drawn closer to Dagger? Dagger whined, the sounds of the other wolves echoed around the forest. The other wolves had decided to go home to their cave, leaving the three pure bloods alone. 

Dagger shifted back, gasping for air. A light smoke had drifted in from the woods, surrounding Dagger. When it drifted away, Dagger was fully clothed. Wearing long sleeved blood button up shirt, black slacks and what looked to be black Nikes. A cough was torn from Daggers throat. 

Zachariah and Henry shifted back. Both stark naked. Zachariah did the most unexpected thing. One minute Dagger was gasping in pain and the next soft lips were on his own. 

The smoke had drifted back, dressing both Zach and Henry. 

Zachariah's hands were gripping Daggers hips, pulling him flesh against Zach's hard chest. Daggers own hands were resting on Zach's shoulders. 

Zachariah pulled away from Dagger. One word that had Henry shaking in his boots was muttered by both of the boys.

"Mate."