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She shook her head and tears gushed forth. "He refuses to remember the incident beacuse he rescued the boy he hates so much. And the boy is living now, yes he is. Arc-san couldn't fight his training, the training to rescue someone when they are in danger, even if it puts his own at risk. As he was probed with questions, his mind was rewriting itself and the fever in the hospital helped push the rewrite even further. He couldn't even answer cause his anger for the boy was so strong." In an attempt to regain herself, she took some time to compose. "His body is forcing him to relive the incident, to go through the feeling of icey water, his hands being frozen to paralization and the hazy frost in his eyes. Yet his mind won't let his body win." She hoped he wouls ask about the boys name whom he had saved.

She clutched her apron, she had read and reread both health records of both boys. "May the Late Master Talon forgive me for saying this. Though he made us promise not to tell you both, but this is causing my heart to grieve so and I can not let it go on any longer."

She stood up, strong and will full, where Arc got his strength from watching her while growing up. Every tear now gone in her eyes. "May he forgive me for these words I am going to say. Jake, you are the boy he rescued that day. You are the boy who was in a comatose state for a month. It's not your fault where you have just one blank slate missing from your memory, its the fault of the person who pushed you over the bridge. Their fault for that both of you can't remember what happened. His warewolf instinct's are telling him to remember. Oh Late Master, forbid me again for saying these words. You were bought to become Arc-san's mate." She tried to keep her voice steady, not wanting to wake Arc up but she reached inside her doormant powers and raised a wall, wings spread from her back, they were a glorious cardinal red.

"The Late Master could tell from deep with-in that you both were supposed to be together. Warewolves, they are match makers. He matched me with my husband. Arc-san, Arc-san, he is refusing to give in, he gets that from me." She sank in a fit off sobs. "Its the reason why you were passed on in the will." The Head Maid felt like a sense of guilt washed over but her heart told her she did the right thing. She couldn't even look up and her legs felt like jello. "He has a kind heart, but its hidden, only you can draw it out." She dragged herself to the door and the Butler picked her up. He smiled at the boy and handed the health reports to him. He turned, showing a squral tail.

A growel ripped from where Arc was, his hands had formed into big claws, he began to unconsiouly dig into his shoulder, drawing blood. Another growel escaped and the ears showed, followed by the tail. Arc was shifting it began to hurt him. He groweld louder. But the furthest in the shift he got was, the ears, tail, wings, hands and feet.

The nightmare was winning, his wolf instincts finally had a grip on him. He called a name out in pain and turned to look at the boy. "Jake...make this pain stop." the free clawed hand dug into the other shoulder and he howeled, painfully. Arc was in a conflict with himself. Blood began to trickle from his ears. Then, he passed out.

Quietly, the staff huddled in the kitchen, the only one who moved about, was the cook, concerned as he was, he began to make the evening meal. Hoping to take his mind off from the chaos upstairs.

---Arc stared at the wolf in front of him. It is large, dark navy, winged creature, then it spoke. "Why do you resist?"
"Me? Resist?! No such thing." He scoffed.
"Stuborn, I see. Then why do you fight"
"Fight?! There is nothing to fight."
"Ah, there is an answer but you still resist your instincts."
"Instinct's, that is second nature."
The wolf laughed. "Prideful are we? Yet, stuborn. Why do you fight me?"
"There is nothing to fight."
The wolf shook its mane out, silver stars shot forth. "Then, you are fighting me, fighting yourself."
"Do tell how I am fighting myself?"
"You are me and I am you. One in the same, yet you fight what has already been set on the path before you."
Arc chuckled then it grew into a laugh, throwing his head back. "Then if you are me and I am you, why do you insist on such silly illusions?"
"Because it is true. Illusions you yourself created to escape the honest truth. Then tell me this, Head Alpha of Wolves, why were you given a middle name such as 'Majesty?'"
"Because I have enormous power."
"Correct but yet incorrect. It is our power. We are one in the same."
"All because you are Head Alpha of Wolves."
"No, we are. Arc Majesty Talons. Arc, a symbol of truth. Majesty, to rein regal yet truthful. Talons, To hold the truth through. Our name."
Arc stabbed a finger at the wolf. "Then return to me if you are me."
"Very well, but we shall talk when a visitor comes." The wolf spread its wings and with a single flap, exploded into countless stars.
Arc stared into the darkness.----

In his passed out sleep, he mumbled a name once in a while, that of the boy he rescued.

The Head Maid looked at him, she was holding onto her husband for dear life, her legs still weak. "Yes Jake?"

She stumbled over. "There may not be time to practice." She took the book and thumbed it open. "The wolf inside of him will tear him up if he fights it." The butler caught her as her knees buckled. "You may not have the strength too even attempt it but are you willing to risk it to help save him?" Her motherly instinct was taking over.

"Okay then." She looked at the staff. Telling them to get the materials needed. "Jake, we are going to have to reverse the events. We'll use the hot tub, make it freezing cold, as cold as that day." She plucked a red feather. "First is hypnosis, to cast you into the state of comatose. Then everything after that, it will be in the tub. We'll give you a scuba tank to breathe with."

"The only way we can awaken your powers is that you have to relive the incident. I believe that they were sealed away. I remember that you were practiceing before that."