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Trisha laughed at the theories that Selyna was suggesting. Honestly it was a miracle that they had learned the truth, but they had and they had bore that particular grudge ever since.

"Actually the vampires were the last beings to have come into the equation," Trisha explained as she thought over the story. It was one that was handed down forever amoung their pack, to remind them what they had been, and what they had lost. "Humans were the first beings of the three on our planet. We do not truly know how the werewolves began, but we have our theories. One of them being that the gods saw the humans and how they faught hard to protect themselves from the beasts of the land and took pity on them. Taking from them ten newborn childrin they placed within each of the children the form and mind of a wolf. Two minds and two bodies. This was a great gift, and when the children grew and wondered the price of their gift, the gods came to them. They told the children that their price was only to protect the humans from any threats that might be posed to them. And so the first of our kind did. They protected the humans any time they were called apon. And in time, their numbers grew and grew. We were worshipped and revered by the humans and thought our happiness would be eternal. But that was never meant to be."

She sighed as she thought apon the rest of the tail and continued. "As our numbers began to grow the humans began to fear us, for what if we were to turn against them. An idiotic idea for the wolven form makes us more than a human to turn against those we help, and as wolves we are loyal till the end. But the humans didn't ever think upon this, and in secret, they brought their king at the time to meet with a great demon. They asked him to create a race completely our oposite so that it would lower our numbers and the humans would no longer worry."

Trisha laughed bitterly then. "The demon agreed, for we were elements of the gods and he despised them. He then took the bodies of dead humans, for as we werewolves were born from infants, so to must the vampires be born of the dead. He brought living death to the corpses of an entire army of vampires and ensued in them enough strength and power to be a match to our race. Everything seamed to be going as the humans wanted, then the demon asked his price, for nothing comes without a price with demons and gods. The humans refused to pay and in anger the demon turned his band of vampires onto the humans and the werewolves. Many a bloody night came after that, as both humans and wolves were killed. But the werewolves, as they were protecting the humans, as ordered by the gods and their price they would continue to pay, suffered to damage in far greater numbers. It went on like this for years till one day, the humans beconed us to take our final stand against the vampires. Our leader, and matriarch of all the packs, ordered all the packs to take their stand against the vampires in one final battle. Most did but three packs. To them the matriarch cursed us all, binding us to wolf form when the full moon is high, and making it hard for us to shift when the moon does not hang full in the sky. She cursed us."

Trisha paused again as she had become passionate into the story and had to bring her mind to the point. "The battle that ensued whiped out every wolf that faught, and almost every vampire, except a handful, were destroyed. Those not destroyed went back to their master demon and he was angered at them, and he too cursed them. Binding them to only walk under a night sky for the sun would be poisin to them. No longer would they be able to feed as normal humans, but on the blood of others with the fangs he cursed them with. And so through their fangs would their curse continue as more vampires would be created."

Trisha finally stopped signalling the end of her story. "That is what we learned happened. And it was all because of the humans that we are now bound to one form, and are so low in numbers. Because of the humans that vampires even exist."

Trisha said that last, with vehemence and anger falshing through her, but she was quick to calm herself. "We fight the vampires still, as they wish to destroy us, then the humans, as to return to their demon lords favor. At least that is our theory. But we do know that should the wolves fall, so too shall the humans, for against their kind humans are no match."
"It was in that time of war that we learned never to trust the humans and we abandoned our protection of them for servival ourselves," Trisha said. "We will protect any inocents we can, but overall, we no longer mourn for our human brotheran when they are foolish enough to get in the way of a battle."

Sighing she looked straight at Selyna, "That is what happened and the truth of this battle. We were not even able to learn of it from the humans. We had to beat it out of one of the older vampires, when all three packs were still intact. The humans back then, whiped it from history, trying to cover it up in hopes that we would never know of their treachory." She laughed at that again. "But we learned and we never forget."

Trisha stood up so suddenly to Selyna's comment that her chair fell over. Standing tall, anger seaped out of her. Her pack was the last and there were so few remaining that she wouldn't take any insult to her pack. "Our packs would not fight for we saw fit to wait it out, and so we stated to the matriarch. We believed that if we waited we would begin to have the upper hand to the vampires and be able to destroy them easily, for at that time they had no way to create more. Their numbers could only dwindle, while ours could grow. We saw this as an advantage and begged our matriarch not to lead that battle," Trisha growled this with her anger full.

"You have no right to challenge our choice, as it was your kind who caused this. And though you may be inocent, in your blood as well as ever living human today, burns the blood of those that betrayed us. And while the vampires work to kill both your race and ours we still hold to trying to protect you humans. Even now, I protect you, for that is what the gods have comanded of us. But we are nearly dead now, and there are still those humans who view us as a threat out there. Humans who hunt us and kill us, just as we try and protect them. Too long have I seen my bretheren fall, not only to the hands of vampires but to the hands of humans as well. You kill for such selfish things as land and money. We do not ask nor care for these things, and yet we have fallen because of them. You say your family was inocent. Aye, they may have been. But when so many humans who are aware of us, hunt us down and try and kill us, what are we supposed to do? The only wolves that are permitted to kill humans are the Sucanti, and what are the others to do when faced against a human. They are not allowed to engage them, and so when attacked we will not fight, and thus die."

She growled in anger as she thought of her friends and family who had fallen to the humans. "We have given your kind more than ample oportunity to reconcile, but you scorned and erased us. You want to talk to our council? Fine. But they will say no different."

Trisha was standing now, with her eyes darkened with her anger. "We blame your kind, and still we will not attack your kind. And still you kill us. That is why the Sucanti exist, to find those who would have us dead. Some inocents may fall through the cracks, but the world is not so simple a place, and we wolves are dying. We cannot allow more deaths for the mere fact that even now we try to honor the gods and try to protect the humans. We do have human blood running through our veins as well, though, and so we want to servive just as much. Can you imagine what it's like not only to see your family but your entire race dying around you. You lost your family, but we've lost our entire reason for living. We look around and see the end drawing nearer and only fear for our children, who we know may be the last of our kind. We no longer rejoice in birth, but cry for our children, who will never know a day of peace!"

Trisha felt tears running down her own eyes now as the hate and anger that her pack bore poured through her.

Trisha sighed as she seamed to deflate. Picking her chair back up she sat in it and looked to Selyna before buring her face in the palms of her hands, placing her elbows on the table.
"If... if only it were that simple," she sighed and looked up. "We are not to harm humans... not ever." Again she sighed, before pointing at her tatoo again, "This mark is given to us through a ritual, for which we undergo harsh tests set out by the gods to us. If we are untrue, we die, and if we are true we come through the tests with this mark. It is the symbol that shows others that we have broken our contract with the gods, and now serve only our pack. It is a painful and long ritual, and this is the only thing that allows us to raise hand against the humans." She hesitated before revealing the last bit, as if afraid to reveal it. "Those without the mark, unless they are alpha, or so protecting the alpha, can never raise arms against a human."
She shook her head. "And as for working alongside the humans. That would be mass suicide. Just one human leaks it to the rest and we are goners."
She shrugged. "We have considered all this before."

Trisha looked up and gave a half smile to Selyna. "Thanks for the support, but beyond maybe accepting your help, we cannot allow humans to be at risk nor die. We may bare a grudge against them, but we do not wish them harm. Part of that whole loyalty problem we bare," she smiled bitterly. "And part of that pride problem. There will be no way to get the entire pack to agree to allow humans into our confidence. Perhaps with some persuasion, Dara can be talked into it, but honestly I doubt it." She shook her head. "We have thought on all these problems before."

"As for you offering your help to us, I apriciate it, and we may take it; but honestly I don't know what will become of you if we allow you to join in our battle," she shrugged. "It is hard, and gruesome, and the skills needed are more than a match for many of the wolves in our pack. There are only a few ways for us to allow a human to join our battle and not have them be more hinderance than help, and I highly doubt you'd be willing to take them on."

Trisha sighed and leaned back into her chair. She had figured that might be her response, but that didn't mean she enjoyed it.

"There is only one way for us to allow a human to fight by our side and that is to make them one of us," she stated. "You would have to give up your humanity, or at least half of your humanity. In your head would be the voice of a wolf, that we are born with. It is like having two minds conected as one. Almost like the good and the bad sides in your head that talk to you, except your brain is fighting over how to act and react..."

Her voice trailed off as she redirected the flow of what she was saying so that she would stay on track. "From any stories I've heard, the human was actually driven mad by what we face every day. And then their is the ritual to bestow our second form and powers onto a human. It is a ritual only known by the alphas and it courses through their veins..."

She paused again and once again changed how she was going to explain it. "When the first ten wolves were created, there were not enough of them to create any sort of pack, and so the gods say this and bestowed apon them the ability to chose humans and create them into wolves. Thus the original ten packs were born, though only out of a direct desendent from the original ten wolves, can this gift to bestow upon others the wolven form continue. Our Alpha is the last of that bloodline."

"Honestly, I do not know the ritual, but I hear tell it is painful and it consists of three tests of the human for them to prove themselves worthy of bearing a wolven skin. If the human fails any of these tests, they die," Trisha shrugged. "That is the only way I know of that our pack would allow a human to help. You still think you want to take on the challenge. I think you would remain much happier as a human and not a wolf."

Dara jumped as she heard a sound to their side, as they traveled through the forest to the sound of water that was still a ways off yet, and they all looked to see a young kid a ways off, laying face down in the dirt.

Dara's first thought was that it was a girl, but then as she quickly scanned over the kid she saw short hair and a flat chest, indicating that it was a boy. Still, her gut instrinct said different. The instant she looked at the person, though, Ambrose looked to the person as well, and began to instantly cry. Dara's eyes instantly narrowed and she looked to Lion and Cane and made a motion with her head and the two took off towards the person.

Turning slightly, to sheild the child should anyone attack and she tried to shooth him. She hadn't told Matthias to go, needing some help to protect the child should someone attack.

Lion and Cane split as they ran to where they saw the person, at a rate no human could match, nor could she get up in time to avoid them. Suddenly they came together and both gradded each one of this new person's arms within steal grips.

"Who are you?" Cane growled to the person as they towed the person back to Dara.

Lion leaned in close and sniffed the beings arm and growled. "Vampire."

Dara looked back quickly to them as she heard that one word and Ambrose had begun to settle down again. "That's not possible, it's brod daylight."

"It's a faint smell, almost as if masked, but I would know that scent anywhere," Lion growled.

"Who are you, and why were you following us?" Dara asked, still clutching the child who was shaking now, close to her.

Cane scoffed as he tightened his grip on the vampire. "A wandering vampire, ya right."

Dara shook her head at him. "You are a vampire, being held at this moment by two powerful wolves who could rip your head off as opposed to standing stationary, holding you up for my question," Dara growled. She didn't even care that the vampire seamed to be hurt. She hated vampires with a passion and it was a miracle she hadn't ordered them to kill this one yet. "We have just come from a bloody battle field of a deranged vampire, and that very well could have been you. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you now, just for good measure."

Cane growled at the vampire but in the battle field was perhaps the one time he was clear headed, and right now he was in battle mode. Which meant, he wouldn't take to taunts from any vampire at this moment, and continued to gasp her with the same pressure.

"You are a vampire, that is all the reason I need for your death," Dara growled. "And that reason is a pretty bad one."

Her eyes narrowed as she suddenly remembered the way her two friends had been slaughtered, and left to die, by none other than vampires. And with that her mind flashed back to the night her parents had died. They had been in the woods, collecting herbs and teaching her how to heal, when the three of them were ambushed by a band of fifteen vampires. The odds were completely against them, with five against one. Her parents had forced her away and into her wolf form, as only an alpha could, and they faught off the vampires as best they could. Dara had watched in horror as she saw her parents killed before her very eyes.

Now, she looked down at the small boy in her arms and thought of how a vampire had killed his entire family, and it was in the middle of the day... The only vampire within sight was this one, and this vampire was about during the day.

Anger swelled in her as she looked at the vampire across from her then looked to Lion.

"Better safe than sorry," he growled.

Dara nodded and looked squarly at the vampire, letting her hate for the entire race fill her. "I am going to order them to take you a ways into the forest so this kid here doesn't see, and kill you, now, unless you can say anything that will by the grace of the gods, keep me from it."