"Alright, so everyone has their assignments? Sepia stays near the library with Timbre and Turf on guard, Rime and Zero check out the dorms and the cafeteria, and me and Roland will check out the lecture halls and the courtyards, right?" Arty surveyed the group. Finally, he was beginning to feel at least somewhat competent as a leader. In this scenario, being the only team leader out of the seven students, he didn't really have a choice. The nods of approval from the group told him that the plan wasn't completely terrible.

"Here," Roland passed out three black beads to each member of the group, "Using our scrolls might draw attention to us, so Arty and I will be on the ready to come to whatever position that we need to. Throw an ink bead down, and I'll know where you are. If we need help, one of us will call you guys. That will hopefully keep us incognito," he held up his bladed hook. A quick examination told him that it was ready to go.

The beads left little black marks across the palm of Turf's hand as he rolled them around, "And we don't kill the target, no matter what," he added, "or else we can't get Yamuna back."

"We'll do what we have to do." Zero glared at him, "If it's us or it, then we take priority."

"You heard what Gavin said, Zero." Rime wagged her finger at Zero, "Yamuna takes priority," she looked to Turf, "and you seem pretty convinced that keeping it alive to lead us to Yamuna is the only way to save her. So capture it, okay?"

"Fine, we capture it." Zero tightened the strap that held his sword against his back.

'I'll still be able to hear you with my recon orbs, so let me know if I need to reposition," Sepia signed to her partner, 'I'll tell you where it is if I see it, then you text it out.''

Timbre nodded and translated, tacking on of her own words, "and the same goes for everyone else. The quicker everyone can get to the wolf once it's found, the easier it'll be to catch it. We just need to make sure that we don't wound it too much. A bruise or a cut isn't terrible, but breaking its legs means that it won't be able to lead us to Yamuna."

Rime waved her fingers around, conjuring a hazy ball of cold air, "It's a good thing that ice is an excellent way to keep your enemies in one place."

Arty waved his paintball gun, "You said it. So, if nothing shows up before dawn, we meet back here, okay?"

"I don't mean to be a Debbie Downer, but I just noticed a major flaw in this plan…" Roland pointed out, "We haven't a single clue as to what we're going to do when we catch it. If faculty finds out before we get Yamuna back… we're totally screwed."

Everyone thought for a second.

"Well…" Timbre began, "if we were able to tie it up or contain it well enough, we can leave it be for the faculty to find. We could even send in an anonymous tip."

"The thing is," Arty continued, "I'm pretty sure a frozen wolf-pop, a rock pillar fence, or wires hog-tying this thing will give away pretty quickly who did it…" He looked around the group, "we might just need to fess up to the fact that we broke the rules."

Rime clapped her hands, "Well, we'll burn that bridge down when we're being chased across it. Right now, let's just keep doing what we're doing and find this thing."

"I just finished serving detention for punching out Navy, though…" Roland groaned, but then shook off the excuse, "but we need to help our friend. I guess I can take more detention for that."

'Alright, all of you get going!' Sepia texted out, 'Mission start!' she grabbed Timbre and Turf's arms and dragged them towards the library.

"Okay then," Rime said as she lead Zero in the opposite direction.

Arty and Roland were left in the middle of the empty walkway.

"Well," Arty held his gun at the ready, "shall we be off ta find this foul beast?" he said, mocking Alice's accent.

"Stop that. Alice's stupid voice is probably what attracted that thing in the first place," Roland grumbled. His eyes kept darting around the area, searching for signs of danger, "I really hate this feeling. I'll be honest with you, man. If I didn't have someone here, then I'd be scared out of my mind. It's so quiet and dead at night…"

"I've always liked the night, but in this scenario," a bird flying out of a tree caused Arty to spin around and aim his gun at it. He lowered it in embarrassment, "I completely agree with you…"

Even though Arty was freaked out because of some puny bird, Roland understood, "I hate birds too. Gross little… ugh… terrible things," he lowered his weapon in hopes that Arty might also relax a bit, "and don't get me started on Nevermores. Those are the worst. Giant, pissed off, demon birds. It's just wrong."

"Aren't most Grimm just giant pissed off versions of regular animals for the most part?"

"I'm not going to even dignify that with a response…" Roland rolled his eyes.

"Just saying."

Arty and Roland continued to walk for the next hour without any sign of the wolf. There weren't even any guards patrolling the grounds. At some points, they could've sworn that Team GLXY or Team ASHS had been nearby, driving them to dive behind some bushes or hide behind a pillar, but the upperclassmen never appeared in the end.

Arty groaned, "God! I wish something would just happen already! The anticipation is killing me…" He opened his scroll. The aura monitors of the other five students were fully green and his message box didn't show any notifications. "No word from the others either-"

"Rime!" Roland whipped out his scroll and selected Rime's contact. After a few moments, the line connected, "Status report. What's going on?"

"Roland!" Rime yelled over the scroll, "Calm down, now, don't get mad, but… um…"

"She was playing with one of your ink pellets and dropped it…" Zero cut her off to explain.

"Sorry!..." Rime whined, "But it's your fault that you didn't explain how fragile they were… or how bad they splattered… you owe me some new socks, by the by."

Arty almost busted out laughing when he saw the look on Roland's face. His brow nearly caved in and his mouth was downturned in a scowl. It was nice seeing him mad at someone else over something trivial for once rather than something serious.

"I'll remove the ink when I see you…" Roland grumbled, "Just make sure you don't bust another one," he hung up and put his scroll back into his pocket.

Arty and Roland arrived at their destination shortly thereafter, one of the entrances to the teaching complex. There were eight separate lecture halls within the building, all connected by a series of hallways. Searching through the whole place was going to be a nightmare.

"I'll pick the lock," Roland told his partner. "Cover me." He threw an ink bead against the lock and began working the tumblers inside.

Arty scanned the area, "So… why exactly are we looking inside the buildings? Wouldn't it make more sense that a giant wolf is outside?"

"It's stuck around campus, and no one can find it. I'm wondering if it's the fact that people are only looking outside the buildings. The thing sounds pretty smart, so maybe it realized that it's on the ropes and is hiding out. If it were acting as aggressively as last night, then we probably would have been attacked already," Roland pulled his ink away and opened the door, "So we might have a larger chance of an encounter in a dark and quiet place. A den, if you will."

Arty followed his partner into the building as the door clicked open, "I guess that makes sense. If we weren't so high on Alice's 'list of mortal enemies', then I would have suggested we asked her some questions about the attack…" As they moved through the silent halls, they kept their weapons at the ready. "So, how does this thing hide so well during the day? If you're right, which I really hope you're not, how does nobody notice it if its 'den' is in one of the school buildings?"

"It appeared again last night, so it might have just now made a den. It's just speculation, but it's worth looking into," Roland squinted and looked around the hall. This was one of the high points of being a Faunus. Like many Faunus, he too could see in the dark with relative ease. There wasn't anything of interest in the hall, though, "We're clear here, so let's move on to the rooms," he took a step forwards, but then stopped. They would probably be at this for a while, so they might as well pass the time, "Tell me about Atlas while we scope this place out."

In the time they'd been on a team together, Arty and Roland hadn't exactly talked about their pasts too much. Arty knew full well by now that Roland had some demons he didn't want to share. Whenever Roland wasn't talking about writing or being an insufferable jerk, it caught the rest of the team off-guard.

"Umm…" Arty thought about how to describe Atlas, "well, I won't bore you with the history, as I don't know it fully well myself, and I'm sure you already know them from books, right?"

Roland showed no sign that he didn't.

"Right…" Arty continued, "well, Atlas is known for being cold, but you don't have any idea how cold it actually is unless you've been there," Arty began to remember his combat training at the academy and laughed, "Atlas Academy runs fire Dust in the heating system 24/7, so at least it was nice and toasty enough for us to wear our own more comfortable clothes to train and learn, so at least we had that."

"I see," Roland thought about how such a cold place must have felt to live in. It sounded… awful, "Mistral's the opposite, for the most part. It's so humid that it feels like you can chew the air, even in winter. It's always hot, being near the equator and all, or at least on the grounds of my family home. We live a little ways out of the main kingdom of Mistral, but not too far. It's maybe halfway between Windpath and the capital."

Arty chuckled, "My geography isn't that great, so excuse me when I say I have no clue what that's supposed to mean."

"What about your family?" Roland moved on with the conversation, avoiding what could have been a dead end.

Arty's cheerfulness seemed to dampen a bit. "Well, you met my sister, Merigold, and my mom. My mom's a florist and my dad…" he opened one of the lecture halls and looked it over, finding nothing, "I don't like to tell a lot of people around here, but he's in the Atlas military."

"Big shoes to fill. I know the feeling."

"Eh, yeah, I guess you can say that," Arty put his back to the wall and looked around the corner, "Doesn't help when you don't exactly want to wear the shoes, if you catch my drift."

"Yeah," Roland laughed under his breath, "If you were in the Atlas military, then I don't think Atlas would have a military left after the first week."

Arty glared at him, "Ha. Ha…" he mock laughed.

"My father is the CEO of Mistral Trading Company. Gave a lot of jobs to those formerly involved with the black market. He's… well, distant. Last time we really talked was the night of…" the sentence was cut short when Roland bit his tongue. He checked an empty lecture hall to buy a little time to collect his thoughts. He shut the door behind him, "Excuse me, the last time we really talked was the night before I left for Vale. I wasn't cut out to be a businessman. I'd probably punch too many clients in the face."

"Sounds like both of us weren't really cut out to be like our dads, huh? My mom always said that it was always the last people you'd expect that became Huntsmen and Huntresses. The occupation isn't always a family deal. One of my mom's childhood friends grew up learning blacksmithing from her parents. One day, she seemed to magically decided to leave home to study at one of the academies in another kingdom."

"Your mother is a wise woman," Roland glanced around the hall. Nothing seemed to be nearby, but they couldn't be certain until they checked every lecture hall, "My mother used to be a Huntress, and a great one at that. I learned about everything that I know from her. I hope that I can live up to the standard that she set when she still lived in Vacuo," he checked another lecture hall only to find nothing, "She's who I got my tail from, and who taught me how to live with it. I'm thankful that she wa-" he caught himself, "that she is in my life."

Arty couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "So, she was from Va-"

"Five beads. Rime and Zero broke all of theirs," Roland pulled out his scroll and called Rime, "You found it?!"

There was nothing but shouting and crying for a few seconds with loud huffs and snarls in the background, "ROLAND!" more crying, "It's after uuuuuuus!"

"Rime!" Arty shouted into Roland's scroll, "Where are you?! We'll come and help!"

"Tell them to duck," Zero said calmly.

"What?" Roland asked.

"Duck!" Zero shouted.

The window on the opposite side of the lecture hall exploded inwards. Rime and Zero flew towards the two boys. Zero landed facing the window with his blade at the ready while Rime fell to the ground, sliding across the tile. Her scroll slid into Arty's boot.

"Rime! Are you okay?" Arty bent down to help her up and handed her back her scroll. "Where's the monster?"

Rime looked panicked. Her hair was a mess and sweat streamed down her face. "It's… it's…" she stammered as she pointed towards the window, where the cool night breeze began flooding into the lecture hall.

A silver streak of fur and claws lunged through the window. Zero held up his sword to strike, but the blade was batted away. The beast slammed him to the ground, holding Zero's arms underneath its paws. Saliva dripped onto his face. Silver fur rippled in the wind coming from outside, and gleaming white teeth shined with the rabid foam of a wild animal. The eyes on the beast burned yellow. As Zero had said, this was no Beowolf.

It raised its claw to strike its captured prey. Thankfully for him, Roland hooked the neck of the beast with his weapon and reared back to pull the animal away, "Rime, Zero, Arty! Get out of here!" he shouted through gritting teeth, "Go get help!"

"No way!" Arty yelled. He kept his eyes fixed on the wolf and the cowboy riding it like a bucking bronco, "Zero! You and Rime get out of here for a minute! We're gonna try to distract it for a while. While it's busy with us, go get to the others!"

Zero was about to protest as Arty ran off and began circling the wolf, firing blue paintballs at the giant wolf's feet. Ice crystals began to form against the fur. Rime grabbed Zero's katana and gripped Zero's sleeve, dragging him out of the door, "Come on, Zero!"

"Damnit, Arty! I can handle this! Just. Go!" Roland dug his boot into the dip of the wolf's back and yanked hard. He managed to get a yelp out of the thing, but something wasn't right. His boot felt like it was pressed against a solid sheet of metal, "It has an activated aura?!"

"It has what?!" Arty gawked at the wolf. He ran to get some distance and aimed his gun, "Now I'm definitely not leaving you!" he went to pull the trigger, but froze up when he heard the thump of Roland hitting the wall.

Roland crumpled against the wall, his hand pressed over his ribs. He pushed himself back up only to come face to face with the golden eyes of the wolf. His weapon was gone, ripped cleanly off of his typewriter. He didn't have enough time to grab a grenade from his belt.

The jaws of the wolf parted to reveal teeth that rivaled that of a grizzly bear. It was just about to bite Roland's head clean off. Out of options, he latched onto the wolf's lower jaw with one hand, and the upper jaw with his other hand. He knew Arty had Ice Dust loaded, but couldn't hold the monster off for long.

"Arty! Please just-" three explosions of ice filled the wolf's mouth, saving Roland from being the first of the seven-course Beacon student special, "There we go!"

Sometimes, Roland thought, Arty's paintball gun was pretty useful. While the wolf was distracted, he made a mad dash for his partner and yanked a bottle shaped grenade off of his belt. He pulled the pin and lobbed it towards the wolf. "Run to the library. It'll follow us," he told Arty.

"We have to find Timbre's group!" Arty yelled, firing paintballs in an attempt to recreate his ice wall technique from the Mikado Village fiasco, but he didn't have enough time. He ran after Roland as the ink bomb exploded. "This thing is way more powerful than we thought it'd be!"

Roland huffed as he tried to type and run for his life at the same time, "You know, I'm almost ready to side with Zero and try to kill it rather than pen it up!"

"Catch! Don't kill!" Arty yelled above the pounding of heavy paws on the tile floors.

Rime and Zero stood at the open door where they had come in. As Arty and Roland dashed outside, they slammed the doors shut. The four of them were halfway across the courtyard when the doors exploded.

The wolf stopped and howled to the shattered moon above.

Timbre sat on the sloped roof of the Beacon library. Sepia was standing on tip-toe on the very edge of the roof, focusing on her orbs that she had scattered around the area. For the couple of hours they'd been there, they hadn't seen anything of real interest.

Timbre sighed, "So, Sepia. Rime made it seem like hunting an urban legend would be way more exciting and eventful than it actually is." She clacked away at her scroll in a message to Turf.

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About forty feet below on ground level, Turf was leaning against the wall of the library between two of the exterior pillars, the stained-glass window towered behind him. There came a vibration in his pocket. He read the message from Timbre:

Timbre Forte: Hey, anything going on down there on Remnant?

He quickly typed a response:

Turf Fescue: Tons. And by tons, I mean absolutely nothing.

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Timbre huffed. "Great, and no word from the others."

Sepia guided her orbs around the campus, but something caught her eye while she had her orbs on patrol. Rime, Zero, Arty, and Roland were all running from a massive grey wolf. It seemed to her that they were heading for the library, and fast.

She tugged on Timbre's sleeve and pointed towards the lecture halls. The group turned the corner and ran straight for the library, the wolf right at their heels. All of her orbs collapsed, and she was given back her sight in time to see her friends closing in on the building.

"What is it Sepia?" Timbre asked. She noticed that the golden flickering in Sepia's eyes was gone. That's when she heard the howl. The two watched as the wolf chased after the group. Arty and Zero were firing their guns backwards at the beast. It didn't even flinch. "What in the world…? It's not even getting grazed by their gun blasts…?"

She felt Sepia tap her shoulder. When she looked over to the smaller girl, Sepia made a quick motion with her hand: the motion for the word 'aura'. Timbre's eyes widened. "We need to get Turf and get the library doors open. Now!" She ran and jumped off of the roof.

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Shaking in his boots, Turf stood at the doors of the library. He heard the howl, and knew exactly what was going to happen next. He was at least somewhat familiar with what was going on. Before he could recover, Timbre dropped down from the roof without so much as a warning, followed shortly after by Sepia. He whimpered and stepped back, "Give some warning next time, jeez…"

Timbre ignored his complaint and began pushing him towards the entrance to the library, "Turf! No time! Go! We need to get the doors open!"

"But-" he began to retort, but he knew how this would end up, "Fine!" he turned the knobs to the double doors and pushed them wide open. "Go! Go! Go!" He yelled, waving his arm to tell everyone to hurry inside.

Arty, Roland, Rime, and Zero all dashed inside, followed by Sepia and Timbre. Roland joined him to help close the doors, but the heavy wood and metal closed much slower than they opened. The wolf took its chance. Roland and Turf were slammed backwards as the wolf's head pushed between the doors. It's glowing yellow eyes burned as it stared down and snarled at the terrified students.

"I… can't… hold it!" Roland grunted as he tried to fight back against the wolf's thrashing.

Arty turned his gun in his hand, holding it by the barrel. With a flick of his wrist, the weapon began to fold, the pieces rearranging and shifting until it became one straight weapon, the metal baseball bat form he had used in the fight against Everest their first day of class. In the center of the blunt end, in a small opening, a blue paintball glowed with pent up energy. Arty ran straight at the doors, leading to some shouts of protest from the girls. He raised the bat and slammed it against the wolf's head, right between the eyes. The wolf howled in pain and backed off, allowing Turf and Roland to get the doors shut and latched.

Roland slid down the door and panted along with Turf. He looked up at Sepia, "You good, Moviemaker?"

Sepia flashed a thumbs up. Her smile was quick and faint, but she knew that he saw it.

"Right, so…" Turf looked between Roland and Sepia, and then to Timbre. He forced himself to stand, "So, I think I should probably be honest about this now that we're getting attacked. The wolf… it's…"

"About to break another window…" Zero grumbled.

"Wait, what?" Turf hardly had time to finish his question before the shattering of glass filled the room. Within seconds, the wolf had him pinned.

"Turf!" Timbre yelled as she watched her friend get crushed by the mass of silver fur.

Timbre's outburst caught the beast's attention as it snapped its head up to look at her. It stepped off of Turf and began to pace towards the girl in green. Timbre backed up a little bit, but found a bookshelf blocking her path of retreat. She began to panic. She kept eye contact with the monster and pleaded, "Please… don't hurt me."

The wolf snarled, giving pause as it prepared to lunge for Timbre's throat.

Timbre closed her eyes and screamed.

Right as the wolf's paws left the ground, Arty lunged upward and brought his foot down. The ice encrusted boot packed a harder punch that sent the wolf sprawling in a shower of ice shards.

Timbre felt hot tears running down her face and the blood draining from her cheeks.

Arty shook her, "Timbre! Go help Turf and get him to the other end of the library before that thing gets up!" He turned to everyone else, "Everyone else, go! Get away from it!" He watched as the wolf began to stir, shaking its head, sending bits of sparkling crystal off of its body. "I have an idea."

"I've got your back…" Roland pushed himself up using his knee, "How can I help?"

The two of them stood side by side, backing down the middle aisle of the library as the wolf stood up and plodded towards them.

"Roland," Arty said, holding his bat to the side, "earlier today, you said you knew all of the books in this library."

"You assumed that. I didn't say it," Roland looked around the library and came to a quick conclusion, "but yeah, your assumption was correct. But," The wolf snapped its head forward, pushing them back faster, "what does my knowledge of literature and reading habits have to do with the giant monster that's about to, you know, bite our faces off?"

"You think you could use Inkheart on all of the books to make them float in mid-air and flip through the pages as fast as possible?"

"You're taking me to downtown Vale to that diner that's open all hours if I do it, but I can. I'll just need to chow down afterwards, and you'll be the one buying," Roland shut his eyes to concentrate.

"Fine, diner, got it. Oh, and Roland?"

"We don't have time for your crap. Spit it out, man," Roland glared over at his partner.

"Only the books with pictures."

Roland broke his concentration to question the request, "Wait, why?"

"Just trust me. Only the ones with pictures."

"Still gonna need the diner," Roland held his hands in front of him. Hundreds of books flew out from every set of bookshelves in the entire library. They all converged on Roland and then formed rings around he and Arty, all of them spinning and flipping their pages. For a moment, his knees wobbled. It was hard to process so many words at once, but he was used to pushing himself. His eyes flashed open when the books all finally fell into stable orbits around them, "Okay! Just get this over with!" he shouted with beads of sweat streaming down his face.

"Just keep the pages turning!" Arty held his free arm out, his fingers splayed out. A dimly glowing white sheen surrounded Arty before expanding outwards, forming a large semi-visible bubble encasing him, Roland, and the floating books. On the surface, the bubble forcefield was made up of splotches of color that shifted and swirled like oil on water.

The sounds of the pages fluttering were joined by virtually any sound imaginable. Animal calls, battle cries, vehicles, burning fires, gale force winds, and many more echoed throughout the library as a storm of objects, creatures, and small people launched from within the pages of the books, all flying at Arty's target.

The wolf was battered and barraged by Arty's creations. The miniature creatures and warriors crawled throughout its fur, causing it to squirm and thrash in an attempt to get them off.

"Roland," Arty said calmly, "It's distracted, launch the books!"

"Oh yes…" Roland threw his hands down, sending hundreds of books piling on top of the wolf. When the dust and paper settled, he quietly huffed out a few words of wisdom, "That's… that's how my mom does it… motherf… fu…" he collapsed and instantly began to snore.

Arty lowered his arms, making the bubble disappear. He picked up his weapon and slowly walked up to the beast, the bat ready to strike if needed.

"Arty…" Timbre said bewildered, "how did you?..."

Arty remembered that he had never explained his Semblance to his team. It hadn't been important until then, "Oh… uh… yeah. It's… my... Semblance." He grinned sheepishly, "Have I really never told you guys?"

Sepia ran up and hugged Arty excitedly, obviously impressed by his show of power. Immediately after, she punched him hard on the shoulder for not telling them sooner.

"Did…" Rime stepped up carefully, "did you… kill it?"

"No," Arty continued his trek towards the incapacitated monster, "it's just… knocked out."

A grey shimmer passed across the patches of fur still visible under the mountain of books.

"Well, looks like the aura won't be a problem anymore," Turf said weakly as Timbre helped him up.

Arty turned to look to the others. He smiled triumphantly, "Well, it only took a few counts of destruction of property, but I think we actually solved this mystery! Now, all we need to do is let it lead us to-"

"Arty!" Rime yelled, pointing behind him. The pile of books was shifting. Massive claws and a snarling head emerged from the paper and leather.

The wolf glared down at the blond kid. Before he could say anything, it batted him to the side with its massive paw.

Arty flew into a bookshelf and fell to the ground.

"No!" Timbre yelled. She felt Turf push away from her. "Turf! What are you doing?!"

"Yamuna! Enough!" Turf shouted at the wolf, "What has gotten into you?! Why are you letting your emotions get the better of you again?!" he stared up at the gigantic wolf, "If I can walk around here with my stupid ears out, then you can chill out and tell me what's going on!"

The wolf just stared down at him in stunned silence.

The others were just as stunned. Timbre took the opportunity to look over the beast in more detail than before now that it wasn't actively attacking them. The wolf's eyes were the same bright gold as Yamuna's right eye and those of Team ASHS, the silver fur was the same shade of grey as Yamuna's hair. Timbre then noticed the wolf's right ear. She gasped and covered her mouth. "The earring… that… that is Yamuna…"

"No way," Rime said shaking her head in disbelief.

The wolf blinked a few times, and then its left eye shifted to a deep, sapphire blue. It began to shrink. The hair began to recede, the snout shortened, and more and more human features began to make themselves known.

"Zero, look away," Rime ordered. She ran over to the puny Faunus standing in the middle of a pile of books and threw her jacket over her. Apparently, Yamuna lost her clothes somewhere along the way.

Yamuna pulled the jacket tight around herself and yanked herself away from Rime. Tears streamed from her eyes, "Don't touch me…" she growled.

"Yamuna…" Timbre said, reaching her hand out to her, "You… you were…"

"I was what?" Yamuna glared at Timbre, both eyes glowing bright yellow, "A monster? A monster, right?!" she barked and stepped toward Timbre, "Are you just happy that some stupid human like you doesn't become that?!"

Timbre was shocked by the newfound fury in the small girl. It surprised her and honestly frightened her. "Yamuna, no, that's not what I meant…"

"That's not what anyone meant, but then I hear about them talking about me behind my back! You got a problem with me?! My heritage?!" she shouted.

Turf put an arm between Yamuna and Timbre, "You looked her in the eyes, Timbre…" he whispered, "Yamuna, you need to calm down. Your Semblance is getting out of hand again. I'm here to talk, it's okay. You aren't alone."

"Oh, right, the little pup thinks that he understands me," Yamuna clenched her fists, "Some dog thinks he know how a pack works, huh? You hid what you are! You ignored me! You're not like us! You're not a Luna! You're a coward! You abandoned me after all those years we spent together! All for that… Alice!"

"I'm sorry! I didn't know what to do! I just… I didn't have a choice." Turf looked down, "I ignored my pack for my team. I… I'm sorry, Yamuna. My team can accept me for what I am, just like I have to accept what I am. You need to do the same. You need to accept all of you. You're a Luna..."

Yamuna's eyes slowly returned to their normal states. Feral rage finally unclenched her heart. She let out a sob with her head down. She fell to her knees and allowed herself to let out everything that was pent up, "I… I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry that I hurt people again… I just… I couldn't handle it. Alice drove me up the wall… I couldn't be useful to my team… I'm so dependent on Gavin… I… I'm a disgrace… I can't even control my Lunacy… I'm not a Luna, Turf…"

"Yamuna…" Turf walked over and sat in front of his cousin. He hugged her tight and let her rest her head against his shoulder, "It's okay. You don't have to be silent. You have friends who can understand this now. Humans, Faunus, everyone," he managed a smile, "You know just as much as I do that humans aren't all that bad. Look at your team, or all of these people who put their necks on the line to protect you. You're basically the role model for the Faunus first-years, too! I wish I could live up to the standard that you set!"

Yamuna pulled herself up to look at Turf, "I get it… enough with the sentiment. I'm not alone…" she took a deep breath and slowly smiled for herself, "Thanks, cousin Turf, and the rest of you."

Another howl rang out through the library.

"Oh god, not more…" Zero groaned.

Through the busted window, two more wolves, much smaller than Beast-Yamuna, jumped into the library. One was gold and had small flames bursting from its fur while the other was silver and emanated a cold haze. Turf backed off as they charged in and tackled Yamuna.

They pinned her down and snarled. The gold wolf stopped and gave out a noise of confusion, tilting its head to the side. It yipped happily before backing off of her, followed by the silver one. In a whir of motion, the wolves disappeared, and in their place stood Hati and who the others knew had to be Sköll. He looked just like Hati, only if Hati had dull silver hair, a grey shirt, and a black leather bracer on his right shoulder.

"Yamuna!" Sköll yelled out as he ran in to hug her. He moved away and blushed when he noticed that she was only wearing a grey hoodie jacket. "Oh… sorry, sis."

"Oh shut up... You cleaned up my wounds all the time when I was a kid," Yamuna pushed her arms through the sleeves and zipped up the jacket, "Come here, you big lugs," she latched onto Sköll and motioned for Hati to come over, "Where are Anubis and Set?"

"Thanks for locking the door, guys," Anubis was climbing over the ledge of the broken window before dropping to the ground. He dusted off his jacket and kilt-like wrap.

"It was nice of you to open a window though," Set jumped in behind him, a devilish grin splattered across his face.

"Hey… Anubis, Set…" Roland groaned. He managed to get himself up into a sitting position, "I dig the jackets, but I've never noticed the skirts. What's up with that…?"

"Uh oh," Set laughed, "don't go saying that now, otter-boy!"

Anubis drew one his weapons from his sides and pointed the end at Roland. The curved khopesh contained a single gun chamber at the end and right then, it was aimed at Roland's face. The blade folded in on itself, forming a pistol with the handle as the grip, "It's called, a shendyt."

"It's like a kilt, right? That's a dude skirt," Roland verbally shot back.

Sköll looked between Anubis and Roland, "He… he, uh… kinda has a point."

Anubis glared at Sköll and snarled, "That's not what's important right now, Sköll. What is important is the fact we have seven first-years who blatantly ignored curfew to get into a dangerous situation that they had no real clue what they were doing," he looked over Turf, Arty, and Roland, "and by the looks of it, some of them went off with a death wish that, thankfully, Yamuna's Lunacy form didn't grant."

Anubis pulled out his scroll and held it out, "Gavin. We found Yamuna, along with some other… surprises in the library. Things have calmed down, so no need to come in guns blazing."

"I know I keep cutting in where I'm not welcome, but can Team ARTS get off the hook at least for tonight? I'm starving…" Roland looked up at the leader of ASHS pleadingly.

Before Anubis could begin berating him, Yamuna spoke up, "This was my fault, Anubis. Please make sure that ARTS, Rime, Zero, and Turf get off easy. If anything, I think that they actually helped me get Lunacy under control tonight, and now I feel a lot better than I have recently. I guess a little hunt and some reconnection with my family did me well..."

Anubis's golden eyes scanned the tired and injured group of students, "Considering my team's… reputation, I don't know if I have much say in the matter," he paused, "but I'll try my best to put in a good word… as good as one I can give... to Gavin and Alabaster." He pointed to everyone, "I refuse to promise you'll get off without punishment."

"We weren't expecting no punishment, to be honest. Once we got to the windows… and doors... and the books… and the whole breaking curfew… and assaulting another student… yeah. I think we just want the rest of the night to go get some food, right guys?" Timbre looked around at the other members of her team.

Everyone nodded.

There was a pounding at the front door, "Yamuna! Yamuna!" The other members of Team GLXY yelled from the other side.

Set unbolted and opened the door for them. He smiled stupidly at them, "Sup guys! Glad you could join the party!"

Gavin and the Rhea twins ignored him and shoved past. They ran up to Yamuna, who Sköll and Hati had helped to her feet.

"Yamuna!" Gavin held her shoulders, "are you okay?" he said, looking into her eyes. When he saw that one was blue and one was yellow, he let out a sigh of relief and hugged her. "Oh man, you scared me this time. You've never been that bad when you went into Lunacy before."

"I'm fine, I promise," Yamuna smiled up at him. She wrapped her arms tight around his body armor, "Look, before you freak out at the first years, hear me out. They're the reason that I'm okay now. Had Turf not talked me down, I would have still been on a rampage." She figured that begging to Gavin might improve the first year's chances.

Gavin's worry and sincerity melted into anger and disappointment. He stood up and stepped closer to them, "There was a curfew. Nobody was supposed to be outside tonight except for Team GLXY, Team ASHS, and the professors. You could've gotten killed," he turned back to his partner, "you could've killed Yamuna… and I won't tell Alabaster otherwise."

"But you'll make sure that they don't get in trouble until tomorrow, given that they did save me, right?" Yamuna further pushed.

"I'm with Yamuna on this one. They found her and talked her down before we could," Lurida examined the students, and, surprisingly, smiled just a little back. She was at least a little relieved that her friend was alright, "We owe it to them."

Xannie couldn't help but smile. "Yeah!" She wagged a finger at Timbre, "looks like going against orders actually ended up better for you guys this time, huh?"

Timbre shrank back a little bit at the mention of her past mistakes, "Yeah, let's forget that this isn't the first time…" Timbre couldn't help but feel like the conversation was going in a different direction than it should have. "But… why are you guys not flipping out at us this time? We disobeyed the rules…"

Clacking of loafers echoed from the hall. When the sounds stopped, Professor Alabaster and Professor Maple stood in the doorway.

Alabaster cleared his throat, "I have to say, I sympathize with these students a little bit. You should tell me that they had good intentions so that I keep the punishment at the minimum, Gavin. Wouldn't you agree, Carmen?"

"Totally. A punishment is in order, but at least they all stuck together. No one went lone wolf… no pun intended," Professor Maple typed a few things onto her scroll. On the screen were videos from various angles of students running away from and fighting Beast-Yamuna, "I'm happy to see that no one is hurt too terribly."

"Right, so," Professor Alabaster leaned on a table with one hand and examined the first-years, "Detention for all of Team ARTS, Rime, Zero, and Turf for the next week in addition to any other sentences that some of you might have already… acquired," he cast his gaze onto Roland and Timbre, then returned his attention to the group, "Every afternoon, you will all be either repairing the damages. Tomorrow and Sunday, you all will be working in here to get a head start, and I expect that none of you will use your Semblances to make the job easier," he pursed his lips in thought, "but tonight you're welcome to head down to Vale and enjoy yourselves for a job well done. Does that sound fair?"

Nobody protested and instead all, except for Zero and Sepia, responded with "Yes, sir."

"Good. I look forward to having some company in my office," Alabaster turned to leave, "Oh, and Mr. Umber. You will be replacing the drawings in the books while the others make repairs," he gave out that one last instruction before leaving with Professor Maple close behind.

Students began filing out, but Roland latched onto Arty's shoulder with a crushing grip, "Replacing…? Replacing?! Your Semblance destroyed the illustrations?! Some of those books were first edition, Arty! Some of those were even the first prints!"

Arty chuckled nervously, "Oh… yeah… you see. I can animate the drawings, but once they're out of my control they just kinda… melt back into whatever they were drawn with…" he looked down to the puddle of ink they were walking through, "Yeah…"

"I'm going to eat so much tonight that your bank account will be empty by the end of tonight. Do you understand?" Roland released him and glared at him while they left.

Arty groaned, "Yeah… yeah… I know. But after what we went through, I don't mind. You can't eat Lien… and food's kinda the only thing on my mind right now."

And with that, the ransacked library was void of students and the doors were shut.

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Despite it being the early hours of the morning, the diner was packed. Team ARTS sat at a round table off to the side near the window. Before leaving campus, Zero and Rime decided that they were dead tired and were going to return to Team FREZ's room. Turf stayed behind with Teams GLXY and ASHS, probably to spend some time talking with his cousins and making up for the lost time throughout the semester.

"So," Timbre said through a mouthful of chocolate-chip pancake, "It was really nice of Alabaster to send up an airship so we could come into town."

Arty sipped his orange juice, "No kidding. I was half expecting him to push us off the cliff and tell us to swim!"

"M jes hepi fr fod," Roland tried to speak through a mouth full to the brim with pancakes. He swallowed the inhuman bite hard, then looked up and down the stack of twenty-four pancakes that he ordered. He was going to bleed Arty dry. This was his way of avenging those poor books, "I'm just happy for food," he clarified, "Totally worth getting chased by Yamuna."

Sepia nodded and shoveled a bit of pumpkin pie into her mouth and nodded happily. In front of her sat two full pumpkin pies with one of them having two slices missing. After using her Semblance so much, she was also exhausted and hungry.

"So," Arty cut into his omelette, "aside from Turf and Yamuna's whole… identity issues being worked on finally. Can we discuss how Yamuna's family… are basically werewolves?"

"About that," Roland began cutting off another bite of his pancakes, "In Menagerie, there's a few stories that tell of a Faunus clan that could embody their traits. My grandfather was born in Menagerie and told the stories to my mother, then she told them to me. I didn't think that they really existed, but apparently that clan they were talking about were the Lunas."

Arty looked to Timbre, "Has Turf ever said how big that side of his family is, Timbre? I mean, you have five Luna's at Beacon."

"Not… really. I'm in the same boat as you guys. I found out about Turf and Yamuna being cousins the same day as you guys," Timbre popped a bit of her pancakes into her mouth.

"Huh…" Arty took another bite of omelet. "Well, let's just hope Yamuna's temper doesn't give us anymore issues."

Roland scoffed through another mouthful of pancake, "As long as Alice stays away from her, we'll be fine!"

"Oh god…" Timbre held her head in her hands, "I can't wait to see how that confrontation goes after she gets out of the infirmary…"

The team laughed as they pictured the ordeal.

"Say," Arty wiped his mouth with his napkin, "I have to come back into town tomorrow to get supplies to fix the books in the library, and I was going to go ahead and pick up some more Dust. I'm kinda running low. You guys want to come with to hang out?"

Timbre clapped her hands giddily, "Oh yeah! A new music store opened up near the docks! They're supposed to have everything! CD's, vinyls, sheet music, really anything you can think of that's music related!"

Roland looked over to Sepia and nudged her with his knee, "There's that media store nearby, too. Who knows, maybe we'll find a book I haven't read before or a new indie movie to rent."

Sepia nodded happily, 'Sounds great!' she signed after putting her fork down.

"It'll be nice to have a break after the past couple of weeks… or days, really," Timbre put her fork and knife down on her empty plate, "Finally, we can bond over something other than monsters and gunfire for once!"