Sativa had been carrying Eli in her arms as she walked back to where she was with the rest of her pack. There weren't all that many left... What with 5 of them being killed by Eli and some stuck in the hunters fortress. She couldn't place his somewhat abnormal scent... But it didn't matter... One of the pack members, Dash Delacroix would be livid when he learned what happened to the others... it did not matter though. She was right, they did take in the outcasts. and despite what happened earlier Eli deserved a chance to defend himself... She was kinda pissed with him about what he did but... Despite it being abnormal to tell a wolf of another pack what to do she felt somewhat compelled by Romulus' demands. Meanwhile, Eli was having some... Pretty strange dreams... Usually by now you'd be dreaming of wolves, And changing, And other stuff but... In his head all he saw was war... Watching as Romans and Greeks clashed. With him fighting on the front line. Watching his brother in arms being stabbed by an ottoman spearman. Seeing lines of muskets pointed towards him as he ducked into covered and returned fire with a musket. Watching as he ran across no man's land and ducked into a trench... Beating a German to death with his fists in brutal house to house combat on the eastern front... Something was changing in his mind. The incubation had already started quickly, and his mind was being affected. Remembering lives he did not live... Or... Did he?... He didn't know... He could honestly barely handle seeing the dreams. They all seemed familiar yet so foreign... The crack of a gun shot within his dream woke him up. He shot awake, and found himself in a makeshift bed. His wrists tied down to a metal pole. He wasn't too uncomfortable thankfully... His head was swimming. He was EXHAUSTED. Starving too. (It's.... the incubation..... but why... Am I awake?....) He thinks to himself. He chalked it up to the nightmares he had just lived through... Unaware he was watching his past lives pass him by... He wasn't aware of this but... He was a soldier... it was his calling... it always had been and always will be... Which was part of why he ended up being dragged into being a hunter... He looked around the room. His vision blurry. He could feel searing pain in his stomach... Totally eclipsing the pain in his arm from the bite, and the bruises and scratches elsewhere. "Oh... You're up... Fuckin great..." Eli hears someone speak next to him. He looks over. Seeing a black haired guy with blue eyes. Possibly natural. It was rare but not impossible... He seemed about 19. "I should kill you right fuckin now you little shit... Killing five of us isn't something I so easily forgive... Why the fuck did you do it?..." He asked. Eli slowly remembered the fight... Remembered stabbing himself with the hot knife... "To... Survive......" He said. The man did not like this answer. "You didn't need to kill them!" He yelled. Eli winced. Put of surprise, And pain. "I-I t-thought t-they w-w-were.... F-Feral... A-All I was doing w-was trying to sleep.... I heard..... A twig snap and woke up and..... they circled me.... I didn't.... fire an arrow until... one of them jumped at me... I-I didn't.... I didn't know you were...... I-I'm s-sorry!" He said. He refused to kill wolves aside from those that went feral. Especially now after learning he was on the wrong side the entire time by being a hunter. He felt guilt knowing they were a part of a pack... Ferals were werewolves who were completely taken by the wolf. the human part taken over completely as they stay locked as a wolf permanently in mind and body. "..." The guy seemed to be thinking. "Listen, Stay the fuck away from my little brother... His name is Luke. And I will KILL You if you lay a hand on him... He's 9... And for the record, My name is Dash." The guy said. Clearly conflicted on his feelings. He soon stand up and leaves the area. Leaving Eli to reflect as guilt started to eat at him.