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Trevor blinked as he came to. All he saw was white... white and red It blinded him as his eyes dilated and adjusted. Then he felt the cold of the world that he woke up. He was naked, he realized as the ice crystals rubbed abrasively against him, melting and just making him feel uncomfortable. Digging his hands into the snow, he propped himself onto his knees to get a better look at where he was.

There was blood and lots of it. It was even on him. With a shaky hand, Trevor ran his hand across his chest, wiping away a thick layer of congealing red goo that was starting to freeze and pull at his chest hair. He wiped at it again and again, using his nails to pull it off of him in a desperate attempt to get rid of the sickening feeling of uncleanliness that washed over him. Even as he tore at his chest and those arms and legs, there was always some blood left and soon he just stopped. The blood was now his. He had scratched himself and new wounds were leaking all over him, but they didn't last long. The scratches, some of them deep, sealed up like a zipper and disappeared, leaving only very faint marks behind.

Trevor didn't know what was going on. His first thoughts was that it was just a very vivid and lucid dream. He had never experienced one, but he heard that they were very life like. It had to be a dream... or a nightmare. Why was there so much blood? He looked around, trying to find the source of all of it, but all he got was the sight of some bones and a small pile of flesh that was behind him. Trevor's stomach twisted and turned as he scrambled away backwards until his back hit a tree. He retched and spat out a red, sour tasting fluid with more bits of meat.

It really was a nightmare and he wished for it to be over. He pinched himself on the arm and cried out at the pain, but nothing changed. He was still in the middle of what could have been some mass murder out in the middle of the woods. Not wanting to believe that to be the case, he pinched himself again, praying for him to wake up in his own bed back in Seattle. The heater would be going as the sounds of city life slowly woke him up from a disturbed slumber. That's what he wanted, but it wasn't happening. This was real life.

A series of convulsions sent more chunks spewing onto the snowy ground, staining the snow around him in a vibrant crimson. He kept until he felt empty which was a welcomed feeling. He didn't want any of that stuff in him. He was afraid it was human flesh. He was afraid that something had happened and that he killed and ate someone. He couldn't remember though, in fact, he couldn't remember anything recent.

His last memory was of him getting on a plane to go to Russia. He had been so excited to go. Everything had been planned out. Reservations to a good hotel were made, the weather for the day of travel was good, though snow storms were predicted the following days. He sat down next to a mother and her son that was busy playing on some little gadget. Seemed like a bratty kind of kid, but he had his books and music to keep him busy. Then, there was nothing.

Did he ever make it to Russia? Was he kidnapped like in the movie Taken? How he wished someone would save him because he had no idea how he was going to save himself. All of the worrying thoughts clouded his head and sent another set of violent convulsions through his body. He spat out nothing but air and was left gasping for breath as he panicked. All he wanted to do was get away from the mess, he would be able to think more clearly if all he saw was clean snow.

Using the tree as support, Trevor pulled himself up onto shaky legs. He looked down and thought to himself that the ground seemed father away. It was, but a fleeting thought as he staggered away in a random direction. The clouds blocked his view of the sun and all he could see were more snowy woods as he walked naked through the woods. He tried to keep his mind from just losing it by watching the puffs of fog he was breathing and just concentrating on keeping one foot in front of the other.

A strong wind nearly knocked him over and Trevor threw up his arms against the arctic breeze, fearing that he would soon freeze to death. However, the initial wind chill faded and he was left feeling fine. Not cold, not hot, just optimal. Trevor took the time to look down at his body to see why this was. He poked at his body which was still covered in drying blood. There was no thick layer of fat or anything. He was actually very lean and could feel toned muscles underneath. He wasn't ripped, but definitely more fit than his memories told he should be.

Taking a handful of snow, Trevor held it and let it melt. He could feel the cold, but it didn't bite at him. A few drops of water landed on his chest where the blood gave way to his pale skin. Not wasting time, he threw the snow onto himself and scrubbed away the blood. It came away easy with the hard ice crystals of the now scraping away the dry blood. He didn't leave a single part of himself untouched. After some time, he was as clean as he was. Trevor's skin was left red and inflamed, but he was clean which left him feeling a whole lot better.

He kept on walking from there. He had no direction, but he started to get the feeling he was being followed. It started just as a paranoid thought that the people responsible for his situation would come looking for him. He didn't know why, but in his current state, it was justifiable. That feeling turned into certainty when he believed that he saw a shape in the distance. It was large and bulky, but he couldn't make out its shape and wasn't even sure if it was real. He just kept his head up and kept walking through the woods. It was the only thing he could do at the time.

There it was again. Trevor stopped and squinted at a shape in the distance. It wasn't a man, he could tell that this time since it didn't move away. It was on all fours. Was it a bear? No, it was a wolf and it was looking at him with its amber eyes which seemed to glow. Trevor froze in his steps. Never before had he felt so vulnerable now, naked and without any means to defend himself. The wolf took a step towards him and he took a step back and in response, it cocked its head sideways.

Dmitri watched Trevor as he slowly backed away from. He had no way of knowing that Trevor had no recollection of what had happened over the past several days, he had only caught up to him several minutes ago and had missed the entire scene with the deer carcass. As far as he was concerned, the Trevor he was looking at was the same one as before. His aggressive behavior before could easily be attributed to the change, it was actually unusual for a newly changed werewolf not to be aggressive for some time. Even Sergei had gone off in a blind rampage for a few days before he returned to his normal, brooding self. Had he done something wrong to make him made, to hurt their bond? He couldn't think of anything.

He took another step forward, he kept his ears perked and tail low, trying to make himself seem as non-threatening as possible. Again, Trevor took another slow step backwards, thinking that he was dealing with a normal wolf. Why was he acting like this? Dmitri wanted to get closer. Trevor was his mate and it was hurting him to look at him with suspicion.

"S... Stay back." Trevor finally managed to yell out in a shaky voice, though he didn't think it would do him any good. The wolf stopped at his command and opted to sit. It looked sad to him, its ears drooped and shoulders hunched. It didn't look at all like it was hunting him. No matter, he wasn't about to take pity on it. If it wasn't going to kill him, great.

Opting to keep moving, but keep the wolf in his sights, Trevor began to shuffle sideways in an arc around the wolf. It didn't move from where it sat. He was so focused on making sure the wolf didn't move that he didn't see the very obvious tree in his path before until he walked right into it. He fell back after hitting his head, creating a sound like a dropped coconut. "Fuck." He cried out as he grabbed where he hit his head, a small goose egg already forming. When his hands brushed over his hair, he felt a crease where it wasn't growing. He felt into the crease and felt what seemed to be a scar. His fingers followed it where it traveled down to the bridge of his nose, under his eye and across his ear until it wrapped back around to the top of his head. When did that happen?

It had happened when the now deceased Agent Henson had shot him twice in an attempt to kill him. While he had survived and his brain healed, what was in the parts of the brain that was scattered across the floor did not. Though, Dmitri didn't know about it and Trevor had no memory of it.

Dmitri nearly leapt forward when Trevor fell. It felt oddly like déjà vu. It was very similar to when Trevor had first seen him as a wolf back at the apartment when he had slipped in the bathtub and he had stopped his fall. This time, he watched wearily as Trevor cursed. He watched as he felt the scar across his head which Dmitri hadn't noticed either. It was faint and easy to miss, but now that he saw it as well, it was very obvious. A raised, ridge that was lighter than the skin around it.

Seeing the scar pissed Dmitri off. Whoever had taken his mate back at the warehouse had done something to him and that was the reason why he was acting so weird. It also brought some relief to him as well. It meant that Trevor wasn't angry at him for something that he did. Maybe there was a chance to salvage it all.

He could have changed back into a human, but if memory served Dmitri right, Trevor didn't take sudden and bizarre changes well and he seemed stressed out enough as it was.

Trevor looked up to see the wolf walking towards him again. He stuck out his hands like a traffic cop, trying to get it to stop. It didn't it kept getting closer, those hypnotic eyes drilling into him. Trevor then began a awkward backwards crawl until he slipped on some ice that was on the root of the tree and fell back again. He rolled onto his belly and cupped his hands over his head and closed his eyes. He thought it was all over, that he was going to be eaten by a wolf. He waited for it to come, that first painful bite that would go on.

Dmitri had no such malicious intent. He came up next to the man who shivered at the sound of his approaching footsteps. He wanted to nurture him and help him, find out what the problem was and fix it and most of all punish those that did this to Trevor. First was the nurturing part.

Trevor could hear the wolf's heavy breathing get closer as it began to sniff his leg, but instead of the bite that he anticipated, he felt a long slick long run up his right leg all the way to his thigh. Then another lick and another. There was no bite. The licks moved their way up his back until the wolf was just licking him across the side of his ear, getting plenty of drool in his ear and tickling him, getting an unwanted giggle out of him.

Dmitri smiled to himself at the laugh and kept licking into the man's ears, trying to coax him to get up and acknowledge him as someone friendly. He did eventually get a swat across the face as Trevor turned around and pouted at him with pursed lips and a glare that he could not take seriously. He gave Trevor a kiss right across his face, sending him into sputtering coughs as he wiped off his mouth.

It wasn't what Trevor expected, but he was going to take it. It beat dying by a very, very long shot. He looked at the wolf who had its mouth closed, but the tip of its tongue still poking out. Its nose wiggled as its tail stuck into the hair, wagging slightly. It looked like some overgrown domestic dog like that. What was he going to do with it?

"What now?" Trevor said to himself. He didn't know where he was, where to go. "I don't suppose you know where home is?" He then asked the wolf and thought that it was silly that he was asking some outlandishly friendly wolf. Maybe it had been raised by people and released back into the wild. That was a possibility and maybe there was a building or some research station full of people who were tracking it. It didn't seem likely, but the possibility was enough to get him to get himself back onto his feet.

Dmitri heard the question loud and clearly and knew exactly how to get back. When Trevor got up, he nuzzled his hand and then began to walk back the way he came. The Alpha and Sergei were on their way and they would meet them and then get back to the city where everything could be sorted out.

Trevor watched the wolf who just nuzzled him begin to walk away. It seemed like it wanted to follow him and that was confirmed when it stopped after a dozen paces to look back at him. As much as his brain told him not to trust strange animals, he didn't want to be left alone. A little bit of companionship made him feel safe. He began to follow the wolf, where ever it was taking him.