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Trisha laughed at that. She had certainly never thought of anyone in her pack as royalty, especially not any of the Sucanti.
"I am of the Sucanti, the police of the werewolves and their protector," she explained, pointing at the tatoo she bore that marked her as one of their ranks. "We came to you that night because you knew a little too much about our kind. We are in a constant war here, and many of our kind have been killed. The numbers that are left are sickening as to what they once were while our enemy only groes stronger. We already have enough threat from those who are our real enemies without adding humans to the equation. It is to much risk for one of your kind to know and spread it to the rest, causing a mass scare. We do not need humans to fear us again. It is why the others killed your family that night, but I tend to disagree with the others and so I let you go."
"As for how I could stop the rest of the pack," she said falling to her latter questions now. "I hold a bit more respect within our pack as I am the alpha's cousin and her closest friend. She will listen to me if I talk to her."

Matthias sighed silently, and continued as the rear guard for the group. As they entered the small clearing that served as grounds for the slaughter fest (it was impossible to declare such a thing, a battlefield), his eyes continued to scan the area for trouble, wary for any unusual movement. The scents, the blood, the sweaty, steamy humans rent open, and the traces of vampiric flesh, were enough to drive a werewolf mad. Matthias could already feel adrenaline pumping, sharpening his senses, and putting him on edge, ready for a fight -- eager for a fight. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet as he walked, occasionally scanning carcasses for useful items. He never found anything, but it was worth checking. He didn't want to rely solely on his hands and magic should a fight arise.

"It's dangerous to keep the child. He's marked for death, and his family is gone. To leave him in those poor orphanages would be torture as well; he'd have a better chance on the streets by himself." Matthias sighed, and looked away, ashamed by his sudden outburst. "But it's not my place to decide," he added quickly, scavenging another body so he had reason not to look up.

It was difficult enough for Selyna to relive it everyday in her mind, but to have to tell it to someone out loud was something she'd never been able to do, mostly because no one would ever have believed her. Suddenly losing her appetite, she took a deep breath, tried to look at Trisha, but decided it would be better to just close her eyes and pretend she wasn't there. My mother... She... It was in our backyard, we were hanging out and they were fighting. We thought it was a person and a really big dog. Our mother told us to go inside... the "person" killed the dog, ....... and then our mother.... Then there were more "people" I don't know where they came from I was only five at the time, but........ my father tried so hard..... Later we figured it was a werewolf, not a dog. Figured if you were their enemy, you were on our side, which is why we never really tried to hide from you. We were partners in the same war... Then you.... The tears started flowing then, but there was no other reaction with it, making it seem that she'd cried so much in life she didn't even notice anymore. She opened her eyes and continued to stare at the table, not even wanting to see Trisha's face for fear that she may have the same satisfied look her father and brothers did after they killed a vampire.

Making no move to wipe away the tears, Selyna shrugged and laughed it off. How could you have known? If we had, you think we would've been hanging around after dinner? She reached for another apple and, instead of devouring it like she'd done the others, kind of stared at it, like it was some new interesting discovery. Again she rubbed her hand over her forehead and back through her hair trying to get the loose strands out of her face, though when she dropped her hand to her thigh with a slight slap, most of the hair fell back to where it had been before. Taking a deep breath, Selyna stood slowly and made her way to the window, making sure to stand far enough back that the sunlight would block her from being seen from the outside. As if suddenly chilled, she brought both hands up to her arms and began rubbing them vigorously before stopping and just holding herself closely. So, do you go talk to your cousin alone? She turned and regarded Trisha over her shoulder. Or do I come with you to be killed? A slight smile appeared on her face after this comment, not because she was happy, but she'd again accepted her fate.

Trisha shifted uncomfortably in her seat at the question, and gave a nervous laugh.
"Well, uh, actually..." she looked away from Selyna and stared at where her book had been left to lay, after she left the other night. "Actually, she's not in the city at the moment... though she'll probably make it back before the month is up. Actually, even that isn't certain..."
She let her voice trail off before she became to uncomfortable to sit down any longer and stood up, stalking back and forth in front of the table.
"I'm sure that if anyone finds you, they won't do anything without Dara's consent though," she said. "Almost positive."

Dara nodded, glad to know she had some support.
"Thank you," she said as she continued to clutch the boy close to her. He seemed so frightened. So weak as he clung to Dara with all his strength, as if she was the last thing he had to hold onto.

As Matthias spoke to the boy, the child looked to him, his eyes still streaming with tears. He didn't respond merely buried his face in Dara's hair as Matthias finnished speaking, his tears falling from his cheeks into Dara's hair.

Cane was silent as jealousy showed plain on his face as he took to following at the rear of the group. He stared at Dara, the child, and Matthias as if they were the soul ruin of his life.

Lion noticed Cane's dismal mood and laughed. "Cheer up, kid," he said, for that was certainly what Cane was, compared to the age Lion bore. "She's just being alpha."

"How so?" Cane growled, his arms crossed over his chest.

"It's in an alpha's nature to protect, it's what makes them such great leaders for a pack," Lion said. "She just wants to protect the child, not to mention, she wants..."

"What?" Cane demanded as Lions voice trailed off.

"Nothing," Lion said. "Just the ramblings of an old man."


Dara, oblivious to Lion and Cane as she knew they followed, looked to the child in her arms.
"Do you have a name, hun?" she asked softly to the child.

She heard him mumble something into her shoulder, but she couldn't quite distinguish what he said.
"Huh?" she asked, softly.

The boy raised his head and whispered to her. "I'm Ambrose," he said in a soft voice.

Dara smiled warmly at the name. "Well, Ambrose, we need to find a place to get you cleaned up," she said as even now, she felt the blood on him begining to dry on her own clothes.
Listening hard, she heard a stream not to far away.
"This way," she said to the others as she changed her course.

"Do you think we can keep him safe?" she asked Matthias as she began to feel the boy start to calm down a little in her arms, as his crying slowly subsided. She was already getting attached to him, and that scared her for he was human, and she a wolf. There was so much history between their two races.

Sesheta looked around, taking in her surroundings on the ground. She sighed outloud. Good, she thought. My little stunt didn't give away my position. With a start, she stood up to get out of there.

White lights and a shearing pain swam into her mind. As quickly as she stood up she sat back down. She breathed deeply between her knees to try to calm down the nausiated feeling. "Not cool," she gasped quietly at her folly. The bump on her head was making her more dizzy, and it seemed to be worse than she originally thought. And I can't bring out any lotions from my pack for risk of the werewolves smelling it, she cursed silently.

The sick feeling subsided, but she was wary to try to stand again. The werewolves hadn't kept any of their kind around just in case the vampire came back. They all seemed a little lovestruck towards that woman, she thought up a reason. They certainly weren't thinking straight if they believe the vampire isn't still around.

With that thought, she cursed again. She didn't want to tangle with any vampire herself. They probably wouldn't recognize her, of course. Because the last time she was around vampires, she didn't look like a boy. But still, her scar could ruin her cover. I need to get out of here.

She grunted as she used the tree to push herself off the ground. "This isn't so bad," she said outloud. A slight white pain flashed across her eyes, but she ignored it. Now on her feet, Sesheta tried to remember the way the werewolves had gone. I'm already terrible at directions and I forget which way the enemy went! she thought, appaulled at herself. Another sigh escaped her lips as she decided on a way to go. Away from the sun, so she could be in the shade a little while longer.

This caught Selyna's attention and she raised her eyebrow as she looked up from the doodles she was making on the table with the oil from her fingers. What betrayal? As we understood it, you did or didn't kill someone and they became a vampire. Souds like you betrayed someone, but that story has never sat well with me, though my family didn't care to find out where any of you or their kind came from. Everything was so cut and dry with them, they were the enemy, you were not. I think some human wanted to be like you guys and something went horribly wrong. She had no proof or substance behind her theory, but it sounded more plausible to her than someone spontaneously becoming a blood sucking fiend. Sitting at attention like she was in class she waited eagerly to hear what Trisha's reasoning behind all of this was. It had something to do with the vampires didn't it?