All you could do was worry if Vilkas and the rest of the Companions would be okay. You, Vilkas, Aela, Farkas, and Skjor had been tasked with heading to a nearby abandoned town to clear out the inhabitants. The catch? The inhabitants were vampires.

You had done your best with the others to fight them off and kill as many as possible, but you were the first to be injured. Aela had hidden your bleeding form in a very thin alley, barely fitting you inside. You could hear the fight continuing without you.

Suddenly, you heard a raspy roaring sound followed by a scream. A vampire looked like they had been thrown through the air at full throttle toward a wall, their body speeding past the small sliver of sight you had in the alley. Then, a werewolf walked into your line of sight. They seemed like they could smell you and immediately turned toward you. You wanted to scream or defend yourself- But the werewolf transformed back into.. Vilkas. He didn’t mean for you to see him like that.