Blaze POV.
I bent over, resting my hands on my knees as I panted for breath, sweat dripping off my forehead and into my eyes. Around me, a small group of Fae Changelings were training. I’d asked Danger to teach me the basics of fighting, which only seemed prudent considering that I apparently had some great destiny in front of me. A destiny that could potentially lead to a war between the Otherworld races. Danger had insisted that I build up some core strength before she would start to teach me to fight. So I was stuck here, panting for breath, while Danger’s Changelings trained seemingly effortlessly around me. If I had the breath I would have mumbled something unrepeatable. As it was, I was reduced to simply thinking it. Sluggishly my breath came back to me and I was able to straighten up. I grabbed my bottle of water from where it rested next to me treadmill and went back to surveying the room as I drank. Danger had most of the Changelings taking it in turns to spar with each other as she corrected them. On the other side of the room, Synyster was working with a smaller group of Changelings. He seemed to be teaching them something to do with dodging and blocking, although I hadn’t really been paying too much attention to him – he still scared the hell out of me. He didn’t seem to like me, a fact proved pretty much every day when he glared at me as we passed in a corridor. Strangely though, I realised, we’d been around each other a lot. I was spending a lot of time with Zacky and Danger in Faerie and he always seemed to be around, training on the other side of the gym to me, hanging out with some of the Changelings when I was talking to Danger, eating in the kitchen at the same time as me. It was odd, now that I thought about it, considering that he obviously didn’t like me. Danger’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Focus Grant! You’re forgetting to be mindful of what’s around you!” She barked sharply, causing one of the sparring Changelings to flinch. The pace of the sparring match picked up a bit as Danger continued to snap at them. I frowned. Danger was usually calm and soft-spoken; it was unusual for her to be so sharp. Apparently Synyster had noticed her unusual attitude too, and left his group to wander over. He watched her pace around the edge of the sparring arena. After she snapped at Grant again for not taking notice of how close he was to the edge of the mats, he sighed.
“Danger, quit taking your PMS out on the kids and pick on someone your own size instead.” Danger scowled at him furiously. He didn’t shrink back like many of the Changelings did. A soft growl rumbled deep in Danger’s throat.
“Fine.” She snapped. Instantly the two Changelings that had been sparring moved off the mats and the crowd that had been watching all moved back several paces, giving both Danger and Synyster more space. The music that had been playing in the background suddenly became louder as someone turned it up. I had seen several sparring matches during my time in the training room, but not even they prepared me for the round between Danger and Synyster. They wasted no time stretching and eyeing each other up, as the Changelings did. Both of them moved instantly, not waiting for the other to move first. They moved so fast that it was tough keeping track of who was where. It hit me, that for the first time, I was seeing the real powers of Supernaturals. A soft whistle from behind me made me turn briefly away from the fight. One of the older Changelings was stood behind me, eyes fixed on the fight. I recognised him as one of the long-term Changelings.
“She has got it bad this month.” He commented. I frowned, not quite understanding him. My brain was feeling fuzzy from trying to keep up with the speed of the fight.
“Got what bad?” He glanced at me.
“PMS. Pre-Moon-Stress. It’s the full moon in a couple of nights. All of the wolves start to crabby leading up to it, but this is the worst I’ve seen her for a while.” He turned his attention back to the fight. They were now moving so fast that my eyes couldn’t keep up. My brain felt even fuzzier than before. I took a sip of my water to try and quell the sick feeling that was rising from my stomach. I would soon be Changing every full moon. Black was starting to creep in around the edge of my vision. I forced myself to breathe, trying to stop the panic. It didn’t help. The blackness was encroaching further and further into my vision. My breathing began to increase rapidly, until I was almost hyperventilating. My knees and legs suddenly felt weak, shaky. Nausea was taking over my stomach. What was wrong with me? This wasn’t a normal panic attack. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Before I would figure out what it was, my shaky legs gave way. The last thing that I remembered was black engulfing my vision.

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Syn POV.
It was rare for Danger to get this crabby before the full moon. Still, it was nothing that she couldn’t work out of her system with a good fight. I felt myself begin to relax into the rhythm of the fight with Danger. I hadn’t been able to fully relax since Zacky had brought his half-sister back. I couldn’t put my finger on it; it was like an itch that I just couldn’t scratch. It had been worse since Danger’s prophecy. I was so lost in my thoughts and the fact that I felt able to relax into the rhythm of fighting, that I forgot that this was Danger that I was fighting. And the first rule of fighting is never relax to let your guard down – she fights dirty. Really dirty. Before I knew it, I was nose-down into the mat, being pinned down by a pissed off half-Were. I moved to try and free an arm so that I could signal my surrender, but before I could get it free, she was gone. Confused, I sat up and looked around warily. I never did trust her not to let me up just to put me back on my ass again. She wasn’t waiting with a sneak attack. She was over by one of the treadmills, kneeling next to what looked like an unconscious Blair. Panic lanced through me for a moment, before I scowled. Why the fuck was I panicking? Stupid kid had probably overworked herself trying to get fit enough for Danger to teach her to fight and managed to pass out of exhaustion. Danger was still bent over her, talking rapidly to Jace, who was crouched next to her. I couldn’t see Danger’s face, but Jace looked concerned. I frowned and began to head over to see what was happening. It was unlike Jace to get easily worried – especially over a half-blood that he hardly knew. I got to my feet and moved over them to try and figure out what was going on.
“…temperature’s right up too.” Commented Jace, still looking worried. Every step I took closer, made me more tense. My heartbeat increased the closer I got. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. What in the hell was wrong with me? Yet I couldn’t stop myself from walking. I kept going until I squatted down next to Danger. Her hair was tucked back behind her slender pointed ears, a look of concern on her face.
“What’s happened?” Danger glanced at me, her eyes taking on that look when they seemed to see more than was in front of her. Her look of concern intensified.
“It’s the Change.” It felt like a hand of ice had just gripped my chest. I was struggling to breathe. Change. It was just going round and round my head in an unstoppable loop. I couldn’t say anything, I couldn’t think anything else. The change could kill a normal supernatural, but the chances of surviving a double Change like Blair would have to, were minimal. But why would that thought be so disturbing to me? Jace glanced at me, his eyebrows climbing into his green hair. “Get Zacky.” Ordered Danger, casting me a quick look. I nodded, it was one thought that made sense. I tried to get to my feet, but stumbled, losing my balance. Danger put a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to stay put. “Jace.” He nodded and got to his feet, drawing an archway in the air and stepping through it, vanishing completely. As a Tuatha-De-Dannan Changeling, teleporting was a part of Jace’s magic. I nodded my thanks but didn’t move, my eyes stayed fixed on Blair’s pale face. She had to survive this, she had to.