Oh boy. Well nothing else to say than the usual excuse that life is life. I apologize for the delay. Forgive me for the circumstances haven't exactly been in my favor for a while. So a little update.

Chapter 2: The Sun of Yesterday

The early sun upon the ocean was one that many would have thought they would never see again. Upon the cliffs, a near hundred bodies, men and women, humans and faunus, burned their retinas as they stared into the morning sun.

The bullheads sat behind them, their engines cooling off after a long flight to safety. The pilots had already taken to sleeping behind the controls, having been exhausted from both fighting for freedom and being the main party that moved the freed slaves.

A few had fallen to their knees, crying in joy as the wind swept through their unwashed hair. As tears caused the stains on their faces to smudge, surrounding members of the Pack hugged and embraced. Some turned to the man responsible, awaiting orders knowing their fight was far from over.

Jaune stood upon the highest portion. Staring out with his brothers and sisters from the Atlas Deep. His peripheral catching the stares of those that gazed upon his now unmasked form. The person to his right, Eva, placed a hand upon his shoulder. Turning his head, her soft face and light blue eyes met his.

"Beautiful isn't it," her hand moved up to his chin with a gentle hold, she turned his head back towards the rising sun while her own head did the same. "Many of us thought this was the sun of yesterday, to never be seen again." She moved to in front of him, pulling down on his chin with grace to gaze closer into his still bloodshot eyes. "But you, you have given us this sun once more." Sliding her arms around his neck, she used it a ledge to pull herself upwards while standing on her toes to lean and whisper softly in his ear. "None have made an attempt to run, their loyalty to the past is over...we are now yours forever."

Taking a step back, she fell to one knee with her head down. Her sword was stabbed in the ground in front, bowing to him as if she wasn't worthy of his form. He looked out to the others, the men and women had fallen in suit, even Blackbeard and his men had bowed to him, a sign that the possible traitor could be trusted more.

"What would have us do, our Wolf?" She asked.

The three surrounded a makeshift table inside of an open bullhead, as a map of Argus splayed out. Jaune and Eva stood on one side while Blackbeard stood on the other pointing to a section on the outlying area on the map.

He was without his helmet. Sporting a dark beard that shadowed his lower face while hiding his eyes behind a pair of dark shades.

"We flew across the sea, under the military base's radar," his finger pointed to another part. "The military base is close to the port, which is our best option to get into the city."

Eva and Jaune looked to each other, he motioned for her to speak her mind with tilt of his head.

"The port is the best way to go about it?" Blackbeard pulled out his scroll and started to move through pictures.

"Yes but the base is a problem."

"The garrison, although limited, is crawling with droids and soldiers. About a fourth of them being specialist." Jaune turned his head to glare into Blackbeard's glasses.

"Like...you?" A hiss of his voice.

"No, I am black ops." He explained as he turned his scroll to show them. A short woman, olden by age. Her hair was silver and eyes a dull brown while wrinkles of stress presented itself across her features. "Caroline Cordovin, a woman who follows authority and orders without question. A specialist in her own right."

"She is in charge here." Eva spoke, crossing her arms at the picture.

"Yes, and we can exploit her loyalty, the same exploitation I have." He placed his scroll on the table, allowing them to stare down onto the picture.

"How?" A simple syllable formed a question from the larger man.

"I take...use to take orders from General Ironwood and the Warden themselves." Blackbeard corrected himself. "Argus was another stop on the way to Atlas Deep, she personally oversees the transportation of prisoners, I can get her to believe that I was sent back with my men." The Wolf growled as he leaned down to look closer at the woman in the picture. Memorizing every detail about her, so he would recognize her on the street if it were to ever happen.

Eva pulled him back, to prevent his weight from collapsing the crate that laid out the map.

"I know Wolf, how do we deal with her?" Eva asked Blackbeard.

"She is blind and only follows orders, never questions the intentions that those who have authority over her," he smiled. "Technically I am above her, I can get Cordovin to give me all the info she has on the black market here."

"You could make her believe you were sent here to deal with the dealers in the black market." A show of teeth spread across Eva's face.

"And to resupply the guards in the prison. We have short time, Argus checks in with the prison once a month, their belief that no one could escape from there shows their arrogance." Blackbeard pulled out a notepad from his breast pocket. "Two bullheads maximum, five men each, we can sneak you two in through these crates." He pointed at Jaune. "You'll have to lose the suit though, a seven foot armored giant would attract attention to us." Jaune growled at him.

"Don't worry, we can get you and your items in. But you'll have to remain in a low profile, she knows who you are Wolf, though she doesn't know Jaune Arc." Blackbeard explained.

"She...does...not...know…" the anger laced within his question transferred to his grip around the crate, causing the metal to groan and leave imprints of his fingers under the strain. "She...will...perish…"

"How does she not know of him, he was sent there at a young age?" She asked as she placed her hand on the back of the scarred man.

"I'll tell you later, we need to focus on getting in the city first, then we deal with Cordovin." Blackbeard said with a stern tone. Jaune huffed as he turned and walked out of the bullhead.

"I have limited access to the communications here." Blackbeard informed Eva. "We will need access to the CCT to be able to pull this off."

Albastru Cal wouldn't call himself an idealist, nor a fanatic. His time in the prison changed that.

He was one someone who lived his life to the best of his ability, supporting three daughters and a sick wife.

Working long hours to pay for his daughters' schooling, to pay for the expensive medication. It all changed with two acts.

At first, an intimidation attempt by the White Fang to supply them with ammunition from the Schnee factory made him scared.

Then framed by his racist coworkers a week later for a missing shipment made him angry at humanity.

Thrown away, away from his family, away from his job. Kept away from any word, news or even a rumor from the outside.

He was angry at first, blind red rage was his sight once. His hand ran through his long black hair, passing the horse ears that were missing pieces, a consequence for him attacking other human prisoners at first. Even the Wolf himself.

But instead the Wolf claimed him, guided him out from the deep, cleared the red veil that once laid over his eyes.

It came with no repercussions, as the others would jokingly tease him about his actions before falling in with them.

Now he had a purpose to fight, as Eva Taurus explained their plan to get into Argus, how they will take revenge at one of those responsible for his imprisonment, for all of their imprisonment. He will follow.

In a circle, many stood or sat listening to the mother of the Wolf. A Claw of their very Wolf. They were his Claws as well, all of them, brothers and sisters.

A human brown haired woman sat to his left was a teacher who spoke out about the equal opportunity for faunus, a red haired human man stood to his right was a doctor who saved the life of a faunus worker who supposedly blew up a mine on purpose.

He took a peek at the one who stood behind him and saw another. The blonde haired human man stood behind him was once a jury member who tried to free an innocent faunus from a death sentence.

Across from him, he recognized a few as they had removed their masks to breathe the fresh air.

An avian faunus with red feathers around her neck, sold out by the White Fang after an attack gone wrong.

A man, a fair skin with scales and slit eyes. The gentle snake who was falsely blamed for the death of a female policewoman, supposedly in his own cell he poisoned her.

A burly ox faunus with a horn broken and missing, one scarred and blind eye after refusing to join the fanatical terrorist like he had done once.

It wasn't lost or him how the once peaceful and pacifist party changed. How they turned to violence to get their way. It was fine in it's own right, to get the same equality.

But when they harmed the same people they said they stood for, to turn their backs when they needed it because they didn't align themselves with the fanatics.

That was his purpose, to not let anyone be oppressed and thrown aside for speaking their mind.

Humanity wasn't guilty for their oppression in a whole, like the faunus who weren't aligned with the White Fang. He recognized his hypocrisy, changed his mind to fit that of the Pack.

"We'll get inside the city, then allow for you to follow in." Eva spoke to them, her voice was authoritarian. One he didn't mind following. "For now, you will train under our brothers and sisters who have the experience with fighting." She pointed to the some of the fellows that followed Blackbeard, and a few of their own who had gathered on the side. They nodded their heads in understanding. They weren't going to be prepared, their viciousness would only take them so far. A little instruction was better than none, he comforted himself with that mentality.

"We will have our revenge against the woman who placed bags over our heads as they locked us away!" She raised her blade into the air as she declared. The red shimmering with a small trail of smoke. There was a cheer amongst the Pack. His brothers, his sisters raised their weapons high, as he did with his small pistol he had taken off a now rotting guard underground, his voice joined theirs.

The oppressor's foundation of bodies they had built upon will crumble. The terrorists will fear them for all the horrific actions they will pay for.

"They will know who we are!" One male shouted from the crowd.

"We are their collectors of debt they owe!" Another female shouted. He stood up raging with his voice to gain attention to himself. All of the eyes on him, when he was sure they would listen he spoke his mind. Offering the suggestion he crafted in his mind.

"There are others guilty as well, the White Fang will need to be dealt with." Eva clicked her tongue and sheathed her sword. Her light blue eyes told him of curiosity.

"Now brother Albastru, why do you suggest that?" She asked.

"We are here because of oppressors, and those of the fanatical faunus party would oppress our human brothers and sisters here if given the chance!" A droplet of saliva flew from his angered mouth. "I say we blame the attacks on Cordovin by framing the White Fang, turning Atlas' attention towards them."

"I was locked away for them, they took my eye and horn!" The ox faunus raged with his raspy voice from working in the mines too long.

"I was blamed by them for an attack I had nothing to do with." The avian plucked a feather from her neck. "My feathers aren't blue!" The snake faunus hissed when she told her story.

"I spit out my venom on a daily basis," he opened his mouth to show the fangs inside. "My venom was empty the day the officer was poisoned!" Man turned his head to look Eva with hatred, not towards her but with a message. "Albastru is right, we will have to end them." Many cheered with at the mans words, mainly the faunus, a few humans of the Pack agreed and he was sure it wasn't for racist reasons.

Albastru felt a hand laid itself on his shoulder. Turning to see the woman to lock her deep green eyes with his. Scarred lips spread open as she whispered.

"Do you want to condemn the faunus to the hell we will unleash?" She was nervous of her tone was anything to go by. She was a faunus sympathizer, he could not blame her nor the other humans that kept their mouths shut while the faunus raised their weapons once more and cheered.

"Not the faunus, the White Fang. There is a difference between them." He exhaled "The White Fang would kill you for simply existing, a normal person would avoid you at worst."

"I see your point brother, as long as we give them a chance to change."

"We will sister, we will." He comforted her with a smirk. As the two looked at each other. The others eyes' were on Eva. Their own faces copying the vicious smile that grew wider on her.

He had his own bullhead with his own crew. It wasn't that he ordered it, the Pack gave it to him. The night had settled and some took to night watch to prevent any unwanted surprises.

He wanted to make sure everyone got their rest, he wanted to make sure everyone was okay.

He offered to take the first shift but their pack was having none of it. They forced him to rest for the night. So he took to being laid on the floor of the vehicle alongside her.

For Eva, it showed how much he cared. It showed what lengths he would go to to make sure that they were safe. His heart of gold was still there. He was such a sweetheart to make sure everyone was happy.

They were sweaty and the air was drenched with the smell of their recent activity, her panting breaths, frizzled hair and glimmering body indication of the...fun they took too. She was sure that her own screams of pleasures were heard for miles around. She had no shame to hide from the Pack, it wasn't the first time she had done so with him. The Pack wouldn't dare to comment, she had seen some looks that the others were giving to each other.

There was a bit of competition in the night to see who could scream and moan the loudest. The pleasure and happiness that would irradiate from them would keep the grimm at bay.

What she had done wasn't the result of a heat of the moment. She had planned this, for when the opportunity rose, she took it.

"So...hah…that's my appreciation Jaune." Sweat dripped from her form as she jerked her hips to the side, a little twist inside her and pleasure spiking through her body at the touch. She looked into his vicious eyes and they were opened wide with his jaw a little slacked. "What did you think about it?" Her small coy smile knew the answer already.

His mouth and scared lips opened but not a word came out. He was always like this after their bodies connected. From watching him grow to become a man, she couldn't help but chuckle as he tried to find the words. Her finger drew small circles on his muscular chest.

His body was one of strength and scars. The flesh spoke of all the times he took their punishments, their torture and their sins. Lines of tissue told the story. The story of times that they had cut into his form with the intent to take a slice of him. The times of electricity running through him, to fry his body. There were burn marks that would brand him with various shapes. Then there was the occasional gunshot to his body, for them those how much he could bleed.

The worse ones were along his arms. There tiny little holes near his tree root like veins told of much worse. The experiments they ran upon his head, the guards and sadistic scientists claimed it would shatter his mind. They were moments of her absolute weakest. She could still remember the times of his terrified howling or horrific laughter as they inject the serums and cocktails of drugs. The only thing she could do was sit in her cell and cry as the others worried as well. Wondering if he wouldn't come back with a mild headache as he would claim.

She was thankful that he always did, and thankful that his mind grew stronger and stronger after every...experiment.

"Ama...spec...wow…" his response was too many words for him to grasp onto. He stared at the ceiling while trying to regain his breath. She sat up, her body was presented for him, her large assets sore from his mouth, the teasing and the use from his teeth still there. They both groaned as she pulled herself free from his large member that still stood. If he wanted another go, then she wouldn't complain.

"You were never good with words," she chuckled and he looked at her with a displeased face. "But you always better with actions, your tongue would make any woman happy." She placed her hands on the sides of his face. Their lips connected for a moment and another shudder went through her.

When they had finished, she laid on top of him as he brought his arms around her to hold her close. It was quiet once more and the only sounds were when the wind blew and the insects made themselves known.

"There are so many things to do now that we are free." She spoke. Earning from him an actual response.

"What...do...you...plan?" The question was soft. It was a question, spoken and asked by the man who meant everything to her. The young man who was like a son, a lover, an icon and a at moments was her god.

"Do not worry my Wolf, for now I will be by your side. It is not the burden of the flesh that we carry, yet the mission." Her eyes caught the look on his face, as her tongue flicked over her lips, a swallow continuing from his mouth. The poor dear might need a bottle of water or something to wet his throat... Such a damn sweetheart, giving her all the happiness that she could want.

His fingers brushed through her hair, another shudder from the passion he showed to her. A smile from the affection he showed to her. Another look came from his face, showed her he was about to ask about an old scar.

"What...of...your...son?" His raspy voice was soft. She saw that he immediately regretted it, as strong and fearless he was, he winced when she looked at him. She softened her face to let him know she wasn't upset. She had thought about Adam briefly.

She knew Jaune, her Wolf only wanted her to be happy.

"My son…" she started as she slid down his body to his lower region. "He is afraid undoubtedly. A scared little boy lashing out against the world, against what we think is real." The image of her little Adam baring his fangs to the world was amusing. He'd always been the bright little boy, scared of loud noises, and fascinated with huntsmen. Her love for him was real, yet her new love... it was stronger.

"He...be...came...hunts...man?" It was an innocent question. A question of a possibility that may have became real. She knew better though. As she nuzzled her face against his groin and inhaled the scent of a man. It had been something of a miss, when the depth had finally wrenched her free and the body was her own once more.

"A huntsman...they only kill grimm. They do not ensure the safety of others, nor do they ensure that we have freedom." She caught another look in his eyes. There was pain as she spoke her words. She knew of Jaune's once goal to become a huntsman, like his father and his grandfather. She opened her mouth once more. "They are not the heroes... They are the ones who merely act as mercenaries... They do not decide the fate..."

It was wrong for her to say such a thing and she knew it. Her son and her Wolf were once aiming to become huntsmen. Unlike Adam, she trained him with the help of others and inspired him. Unlike Jaune's father who told him he wasn't to become one. For a parent to say something like that was even worse.

It was wrong and she could only conclude that Jaune, her Wolf was a disappointment to his father. For someone to say such a thing to a child should be a crime in of itself, like when a parent would tell them that they couldn't wait for them to move out of the house.

He twitched and she shuddered as she began to clean him with her tongue, it was her service to the Wolf. Degrading for some, yet to her, an activity to show her devotion to her god. The feelings of his seed dripping was like an aphrodisiac, making her want to kill.

Her cleaning was drawn out by her. He would groan when her lips would wrap around his pole, and she would continue on with every sound of approval. She knew how to keep him happy, she knew what he wanted and she would be the one to give him exactly what he wanted. She would spoil him, and in return he would spoil her.

There was a popping of her lips once more when she had finished, and he had as well. After swallowing what was given to her, she noticed his sweaty, muscular form. A smile to know that she had done well, it brought a smile to know that he was pleased.

"Let's get you cleaned Jaune,...it might be time to meet with the others soon."

"A few of our own had scouted the area around our little base as soon as we touched down, this creek is safe." She spoke as she began to step into the water. The sound of the creek and her feet disrupting the patter of the waves was one of the few sounds that filled the star lit sky.

"So...be...it…" the words were gruff as he followed in with the rags in hand. Eva stiffened when he wiped the wet rag down her back. It was a gentle feeling as she fell into his arms again.

His hands wiped away the oil and sweat on her leaving a clean body for him. She would dirty it again soon, whether in be from him or any fighting that would eventually take place.

There was a lack of soap for them to use, but it would be fixed in due time. For now she let him massage and wash her with the water from the creek. A few moans escaped Eva's lips as he worked to clean her rear. It was to entice Jaune, if he wanted to take her here, she would allow it...she wanted it...she needed it.

She closed her eyes as he worked his hands into her back with the massage she had taught him. Even from his gentle calloused hands, it was better than doing it herself. He moved to her sides, tracing her curves and send tickling sparks of electricity through her. Once more she shuddered and moaned as he worked his magic.

He embraced her with both arms around her stomach. Nuzzling his face into her neck, there was a light prick of his teeth tracing from her ear to her collar bone. In response, she pressed her lower half into him, feeling his member harden against her back side. There was certainty that he was closer to claiming her once more before she found the rag in front of her.

"It...be...wrong…"

"It's nothing you haven't touched before Jaune." She giggled. Jaune, her man, always the sweetheart. She accepted the rag to finish her front side. Turning to do the same, she only found his backside to her.

Once more the scars presented themselves. There where the scars from whips were used to torment him when they had stripped him naked. He would work hard, then the snap of their tool would hit. He would fall and get back up, only to get back to the task of whatever he was assigned to that day. Then it would repeat.

A constant reminder that he had taken so much punishment and torture for them.

A reminder of the debt they owed to the Wolf, and they would repay it tenfold.

"It would be wrong for me not to return the favor." She pouted. There was a hauntingly low laugh that came from him. He turned his head to meet her light blue eyes with his dark blue ones.

"In...bulll...head...you...did…" he smirked and returned to bathing himself. A smile formed on her own lips.

"It was my pleasure Jaune." She sighed as he wouldn't budge. He was still a man, but he could be satisfied with the small things. She would do so much for him.

Her mind mused on the topic of things that would please him. As she washed herself in the river. The cool air and cold water made goosebumps across her skin. There was a decision to hold him while they walked back, to stave off the cold they would have to endure.

It was a relaxing night, but she could feel the Wolf's gaze scan the area around them. No doubt on the lookout for threats. As kind as he was, there was a pressure when his eyes would look upon her. For others, it was that when a judgment from a judge fell his gavel. It was different for her, it was comforting, he was her lover and he had often looked upon her bruising and cuts and healed them properly.

Glancing around there was nothing out of the ordinary. The greenery waves as the light breeze disrupted their stillness. Then something caught her eyes. In between two trees there was a faint glow of orange in the distance. Most likely of a fire of some sort.

"Jaune!" There was a harsh whisper as he wiped around to face her. "Quiet and follow me." She ordered. He nodded and did his best to silence his footfalls in the creek. She crouched as he did too to bring themselves lower to the ground.

"What...is...it?" He questioned as softly as he could. She simply held up a finger to her lips to silence all verbal communication. They placed their backs against two trees opposite of each other. She leaned forward to take a look.

In a distant clearing, past all the brush, twigs and leaves, there was a camp. Several faunus moved about, holding rifles and scanning the area around them. Others were gathered around a fire to warm or rest.

The most interesting part to her, they worse masks on their faces. When new prisoners came in they did talk about faunus wearing masks, they called themselves the White Fang. She snapped her head to hide behind the tree. They would've seen her reflection of her eyes due to her traits.

Jaune himself took a peak and did the same. He looked to her and raised an eyebrow. A question to what they should do. She simply nodded her head towards the direction of their camp.

"Quickly." She whispered as their naked bodies moved off in the night.

When they were sure they were far enough, they took off in a mad sprint, startling two of their brothers who took up the night watch.

She would have to have Blackbeard teach their own about scouting had they had missed such a crucial detail.

Both men turned and snapped his rifle, but widened his eyes and noticed who he was aiming at. They met them halfway, Eva recognized one man immediately. The one who wanted the White Fang to pay.

They didn't ooggel or hawk at the sight of their bare flesh. Such a sight wasn't uncommon for a prisoner of the deep. Sometimes after a beating, one was stripped of clothing and sent back to work in nudity.

"Wolf, Eva, is everything alright?" Albastru asked as he raised his borrowed rifle and stood between them and the path they had taken. Eva was the first to speak.

"Your wish may come true soon Albastru." She smirked "Both of you, find a replacement for your watch and bring Blackbeard to the Wolf's bullhead." She ordered. He looked at her and then to Jaune. He shrank a bit under his gaze. It wasn't disapproving one, but one that had told him to hurry.

"Frasin, let's go." The ox faunus with a missing horn nodded to his partner for the night. The two started to pick up their pace.

"Little Jaune ain't so little is he Albastru?" Frasin asked with a smirk.

"Shut up."

They finished dressing in a record time. Jaune taking longer for his only choice was of trousers and his full armor suit from the prison. He only chose the trouser to give himself some decency for the others.

The fanatics' camp was a surprise and action would have to be taken soon. It was a voiced concern by Jaune, the Wolf himself. That if the White Fang discovered them soon, it could spell disaster.

An ambush was out of the question, the thought was shut down by Eva. There was an agreement that they could be used.

Their discussion was cut when three figures appeared from behind.

"We've brought him Wolf." The statement of success was minor.

"I hope all is good Eva." Blackbeard spoke up as he strode forward to the crate that they used earlier.

"It is not good Blackbeard." She responded with a simple look of disapproval written across her face. Her arms were crossed over her chest.

"What seems to be the matter?" He asked.

"White...Fang…" Jaune growled he lifted his hammer and inspected the top.

"The Pack claimed they scout the creek earlier. Were you aware of that?" Eva began to interrogate him.

"I was, I know some of my men or myself should have joined them." He responded immediately with no sway in his voice.

"And you didn't." The accusation in her voice was strong. Blackbeard only looked at her with no waiver in his posture.

"I did not wish to overstep. The Pack is still cautious around us, I didn't want them to worry and unintentionally draw the grimm to us." The explanation was given and Eva could understand. Even if he was a traitor, there was still the chance he may run back to Atlas. She looked to Jaune to see what he would say.

"Fair…" the raspy voice from him and a nod of approval was given. Blackbeard hummed as the four looked to him collectively, Jaune knew it was the sound of an idea he had.

"But with the White Fang so close, this is an opportunity." Blackbeard spoke. There was another nod from Eva as Jaune growled. Eva sighed as she looked to Jaune.

"Just hear him out Wolf please," There was a plea in her voice and flinch when he looked at her. "If at the end you don't like it we'll kill them and take what they have," Eva glance back at Blackbeard. "Continue."

"We are trying to get into the city, they are too and probably already have a cell on the inside." Blackbeard noticed how the Wolf's eyes narrowed. "We have our faunus infiltrate the camp. They will mask as unlucky individuals, left behind by humans after grimm ambushed them."

"Feeding hatred for humanity, gaining sympathy." Eva looked to Albastru who acknowledged under the gaze of the woman. "Ours will want their revenge."

"Four at most, they'll have to be ruffled up a bit, some blood will have to be spilled." Blackbeard paused for a moment. "If we're lucky, we can find their smuggling contacts on the inside."

"An idea of who scuttles about underground. There is someone who choses no side but profits off of the conflict." Eva mused.

"Not...safe...for...them…" Jaune growled with his twisted throat.

"It's not, and it is one hell of a risk, but it will help us get one step closer to Cordovin. I can give them a basic rundown of what they need to do." There was a stifled laughter coming from Eva. The men in the room looked to her. Jaune only raised his right eyebrow and the rest started to question her sanity.

"Yes...Eva…?" Jaune asked her as he knew she had an idea.

"Ours will be ambitious as spies. They'll want to gain approval from the fanatics, recognized by the superiors within." She giggled a little more. "We have them plant whispers, rumors of hearing other wanting to attack her."

"Pull...strings…" Jaune started to see the plan form in his mind. It was a shot, there was no proof of any of his Pack existing. Only the memory of the ones who loved them.

"A trap for them to willing throw themselves into, we've made our enemies clear. A shame that they will draw the first blood on each other." Blackbeard nodded at Eva's statement.

"Al...bastru," the named man perked up at Jaune's voice. "You'll. ..have…your...revenge…"

The horse faunus gazed upon the Wolf with wide eyes. Unaware that he had a smile of teeth matching that of Eva's ever one plastered on her face.

"I want to be one that will infiltrate them Wolf." It was a simple request. He had suggested for the White Fang to pay, he might as well go through with his request.

"So...be...it...my...Claw…" it was at that moment he internally cheered for the chance to prove himself. He knew the Wolf, that Jaune held no grudge against him, but he had felt that he owed him for bringing him out of the prison.

"If he's going, I'm going," Frasin spoke as he placed a hand on Albastru shoulder. "Those bastards took my horn, I want a bit of the action."

"That takes care of two volunteers, we need two more." Blackbeard voiced his concern with an approving smile. Albastru chuckled.

"I may have a suggestion for two more." He said while thinking back to a certain snake and avian faunus.

So a little bit of story building and set up for the next few chapters. As well as some more Jaune description to give you an idea as to what has happened to him.

Thank you all for your patience and bigger thank you to Cyanide Sins for helping me over come that writers block I had for this.

Next update will be for Three Kindred Souls I promise you all.