The woman moved, the boat rocking gently with her motion. The cloak parted to reveal a milk chocolate hand tipped with red nails.

"Come son of Trelis, he waits for us in the high tower of the dark woman,"

The boat started to drift and Dravian rushed after it, his wolf on his heels. Dravian splashed into the water but the boat was too far away.

"Woman!" He called out, "Will you lead me to my father?"

"Yes, Dravian, I will."

"What are you called and how can I find you?"

"I am Lilya, find me at the Cart and Hog, I shall try to push you away, but you must help me."

"I will find you, lady, I vow that."

"Hurry, son of Trelis time is short, the enemies draw near."

The vision faded and Dravian awoke with a start, body drenched in sweat. Hands clenched into fists, determination rushing through him. He would, find her he swore it. He tried to raise his arms and found they were now free. He tried to move his legs and found that they too were free. Throwing back the cover, he sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed.

His weapons were nowhere to be seen and his shirt was gone. Standing up he swayed, his vision swam as dizziness assaulted him. He stumbled forward and reached out a hand to brace himself against the wall, giving him some time to stop the room from spinning. Breathing deep and slow, he closed his eyes trying to adjust. After a minute he opened his eyes and blinked the room was still, the dark gray brick face hung with heavy tapestries in burgundy, green and gold with the family crest of a giant wolf in front of a full moon, head thrown back, mouth open, silently howling.

He sent out a silent call with his mind to his wolf companion Roariar and waited. A soft scratching at the door told him Roariar had arrived. The scratching stopped and when the door opened, a man stood in the open doorway. The comer was as tall as Dravian, wearing black worn suede breeches and knee high black leather boots and nothing else. His long wavy dark red hair fell down his back, thin braids surrounding his face, hooded brown eyes moved around the room slowly, his nostrils flared slightly.

"The Dreaming potion?"

Dravian nodded.

"What did you see?"

"A woman, a seer in a boat, she told me my father is at some sort of dark tower with a dark woman."

"Dark woman, a witch?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Did you see where we find this seer?"

"Her name is Lilya and she is at the Cart and Hog pub."

"Then we must go to her, but first I have to take you out of here, without anyone noticing."

"Quickly, we must move quickly, I do not know what else they have planned for me."

Roariar nodded his head and shifted, his human form shrinking, slowly sprouting gray, white and black fur over his bare arms, chest and stomach. Within minutes, Roariar was in wolf form, with a nod he, turned and slipped through the crack in the open door. Dravian sighed, as he made his way slowly, back to the bed, until the potion had run through is system he was of no use to anyone. Lying down he groaned praying that Roariar would find a way to help him. Closing his eyes he let sleep take him. Hours later, he felt the wind on his face and the earth was moving underneath him.

He tried to move only to have Roariar's deep gravel tinged voice come from underneath. "Don't move or you'll fall off. We're almost beyond the walls of the palace."

Dravian relaxed and let Roariar and whoever was with him have control. He trusted the wolf shifter with his life. Breathing deeply, he let sleep take him over again.