It was almost dawn, and the load I was carrying was getting really heavy. She was now asleep, and the bleeding had stopped. Only two more miles, I pushed myself, just two more miles. I can do this!  My bones were weary and my muscles were burning, my back ached and my head throbbed. When my vision started to turn red, I knew I pushed 
myself to far, but I had to get to my territory. My children would still be awake, but I had no way of contacting them without leaving the she-wolf behind. I thought it would be best if I could get to my children somehow, so I left her and ran as fast as I could to my territory. There, my children happily greeted me. I pushed them away and told them the problem. They quickly got together the strongest of my clan, and we went back to the she-wolf.
     We found her, still on the branch, sleeping. My children looked at her with awe and wonder. They finally snapped out of it and proceeded to help me move her. It was a lot easier than just me, and we soon reached the territory. We brought her to a private chamber that was restricted to everyone except me. We hoisted her on the bed and before everyone left, I told them to tell everyone that Kain was not to know about the presence of this creature. They left, and then I had a new problem, what was she? But there was also one other problem. It was almost dawn, and I was growing tired… My eyelids grew heavy… My muscles relaxed…I could not stay awake… I fell where I stood.
I awoke in the night. I was in a comfortable bed, with satin sheets wrapped around me. I did not want to open my eyes, but then the thought of the she-wolf and her wound made my eyes snap open. I sat up and looked around the room, which was lit with small lanterns. I saw her looking out of the window that was usually sealed (she opened it). I rose silently. Her back was turned toward me.
     “I know you’re there, Raziel.” She said.
     “How did you….?”
     “You’re not the only one who can read minds, vampire.”
     She turned toward me. Her wound looked hideous, it looked like it was infected.
     “Your wound, it looks bad, you should get that checked out.” I remarked.
     “Actually, my wound looks perfectly normal for a Werewolf.” She responded.
     So that’s what she was! A Werewolf! I have heard of them, but only in stories and in the murals of the church of the humans. I thought they were extinct.
     “No vampire, we never went extinct, we only went into hiding.” She said.
     I walked up to her; she was taller than me by a foot. Her fur shined in the moonlight.
     “Why did you attack me?” I asked.
     “I thought you were a mortal, and mortals are restricted from that part of the woods under penalty of their death.” She replied.
     “Well, that’s one way to keep the humans afraid of something they think is dead. So, my lady, what is your name?” I asked.
     “I am Zhaneel, daughter of the great Lucifer of the tribe Get Of Fenris, healer of my tribe.”
     Over the past three weeks, we learned much about each other. She stayed with me while her wound healed, and we would talk until dawn about our kind. I was enthralled by Zhaneel, and I was interested in everything she said about her tribe. Then came the night which she had to leave and return to her tribe.
     I was saddened by her leave, but she said she had to unless vampires wanted a war on their hands. I gave her a necklace that had my clan symbol on it, and she turned and kissed me, before running off into the woods. I touched my cheek, totally dumbfounded by that sudden kiss. I looked into the direction that Zhaneel had left, and went back into my chambers with a heavy heart.

     Zhaneel ran fast through the woods. She could run through this place with her eyes closed. Her tribe would be worried about her, and her father would be angry with her, but he wouldn’t hurt her. The kiss she gave Raziel caught him by surprise, and had a funny look on his face as he touched his cheek. She wanted to laugh, but when she was in the woods, she was trained to not laugh. She jumped over a fallen log, and went through a small ravine. She was almost home, and her mood grew happier.
     She looked in horror as she found her whole tribe missing. She couldn’t believe it. She looked everywhere, trying to find any marks of a fight or a hurried move, but she didn’t even find a paw print. She became frantic and was desperate to find her father and thought of him dying without seeing his daughter for one last time. She howled in grief and 
in pain.
     Raziel heard the howl from inside, and opened his chamber door… to find a very angry werewolf male standing there. His eyes grew wide and tried to unsheathe his sword, but the werewolf grabbed him by his neck and lifted him by his neck. Raziel couldn’t breathe and the werewolf was tightening his grip every second. The Werewolf had a dark brown coat and had the same symbol on his arm as Zhaneel did. He had a long scar on his arm, as though he was in a battle with his own kind.
     The werewolf narrowed his glare and slammed Raziel into the door, then threw him into the wall on the other side of his chambers. Raziel couldn’t move, his back was broken, but he tried to crawl away as the Werewolf jumped over the coffin in the middle of the room. He tried to summon a bit of magic, but he couldn’t concentrate as the Werewolf came 
closer to him. He thought that the only way to live through this was to summon Kain or one of his brothers. For the first time in his whole immortal life, Raziel felt fear, real, heart-pounding fear. His breathing became faster as he tried to contact Kain.
     “You’re not going to summon your master, vampire.” Replied the Werewolf.
     He stopped short of Raziel, and leaned down toward him until their noses almost touched.
     “You kidnapped my daughter. I demand to know where she is.” He declared.
     “Z-z-z-han-n-eel? She left this very night. And I didn’t kidnap her, Lucifer, I brought her back to my sanctuary because I thought she would die if I left her out there.” He stammered.
     The Werewolf once again took hold of Raziel’s neck, and dragged him out to the courtyard of his home, where a dozen more Werewolves stood there, with his whole clan standing in a row, with their hands tied behind their backs. Raziel’s eyes widened, He really wants his daughter back, and he’s going to kill my clan until he gets her back.
     “Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way, Raziel. Tell where my daughter is, and I let your clan go, unharmed, but, if you do not, I will kill them, one at a time, until I get an answer from you.” Lucifer replied coldly.
Raziel stepped boldly in front of the Werewolf Lord.
     “This fight is just between you and me, do not bring the innocent into this!” He nearly bellowed.
     But, instead of believing Raziel, Lucifer just backhanded him into a wall, making it collapse onto the vampire lieutenant. Many of the clan wanted to fight back, or dig their father out of the rubble, but the other Werewolves held them back. Lucifer smirked as the dust settled, and went over to the pile of rubble, and pulled the mangled form of Raziel out by the neck. Raziel had lost consciousness, and stayed limp in the Werewolf’s powerful grip.
     Miles away, Zhaneel felt the pain of Raziel, and turned her head toward the direction of the vampire sanctuary. No, it can’t be, she thought, Father wouldn’t, would he? She ran as fast as her legs could carry her out of the woods.
     Lucifer growled maliciously as he beheaded a fledgling. Raziel was still knocked out, but maybe a fledgling knew where Zhaneel was. He pulled another fledgling in front of him, a female who was shaking, but she stared him coldly in the eye. Lucifer grew angry at her defiance, and sliced her head off with a quick movement of his claws.
     Zhaneel felt the Razielim clan’s pain, for their father, and for their fallen comrades. She was almost there, but she was becoming winded, and couldn’t breathe. She stopped until she felt the pain of the clan again, and then took off with a renewed strength.
     Lucifer was growing tired of this game. The fledglings didn’t cry when they died, nor did the others cry for the death of their comrades.  Raziel lay in a heap in the corner of the courtyard (Lucifer threw him again), and didn’t move. All of his children had feared the worst, that their father was dead.
     Zhaneel, finally in the sanctuary, tried to find her father and the other clan members, but the courtyard was on the other side of the sanctuary. She gave her familiar howl, which could be heard a mile away.
     Lucifer was about to kill another fledgling, when he heard Zhaneel’s howl. She was not far away, in fact, she was outside. He dropped the fledgling, which scrambled over to his father, and raced through the building. On the other side of the building, Zhaneel raced through the building. She turned to the left, then took a sharp right, becoming confused with the turns in this corridor. She heard her father’s howl, and then knew where exactly to go.
     Zhaneel and Lucifer found each other in the corridor, and quickly hugged each other. Lucifer was overwhelmed to see his daughter, but he then realized that he had made a big mistake. Raziel was telling the truth, but I was too enraged by the disappearance of my daughter that my mind was clouded, Lucifer thought.
     Zhaneel read his mind. “What happened to Raziel?” She asked.
     Lucifer looked at her with sadness in his eyes. He slowly led his daughter to the courtyard where he killed those vampires, and where Raziel lay.
     Zhaneel gasped as she saw the vampires, tied up and shaking from fear. 
     There was a lone vampire, sitting next to a ….Oh my god, Zhaneel thought, “RAZIEL!”
     She ran toward the heap of vampire that not even a day ago, was well. 
     She bent down, and the fledgling scrambled away. She carefully picked up the lifeless vampire lieutenant and carried him into a room. She quickly ordered for some heated water and the release of the vampires.
     One vampire came in, and looked what she was doing.
     “You can’t do that!” She shrieked, making Zhaneel,” Vampires can’t stand the water. We burn!”
     “Thank you for the information, you just saved your Master from a very painful death.” She smiled as the vampire went red and left.
     Raziel awoke with the soft midnight blue eyes of Zhaneel. He felt like a rag doll, then he remembered. Her father had nearly killed him the other night.
     Zhaneel gently lifted Raziel into a sitting position. She held in her hand a goblet of blood and (unknown to Raziel) a few healing herbs.
     “Drink this.” Zhaneel said.
     “What is it?” Raziel asked.
     “The blood of a Werewolf. It has rejuvenating affects. Please drink.”
     Raziel took a drink. The blood tasted like nothing he had ever had. It tasted sweeter, more replenishing. Before he knew it, the cup was empty, but already he had felt stronger, more powerful. He stood, and with Zhaneel by his side, he walked out into the full moon.
     His clan was overjoyed to see their father well again. Raziel felt the pain of some of his fledglings and he knew that some were dead. Lucifer came toward Raziel. Raziel felt fear, and his breathing became quicker, but when Zhaneel looked at him with her soft eyes, he forced himself to calm down. Lucifer towered over Raziel as did Zhaneel, but the way the Werewolf Lord stood, reminded Raziel of Kain, a proud stance, one that demanded respect.
Lucifer looked down at Raziel, and to Raziel’s surprise, he bowed in front of the lieutenant.
     “I beg for thy forgiveness, Raziel. I have made a grave mistake. My mind was clouded with rage that I did not care what anyone said. You see, vampires have been nothing but a nuisance to me ever since I met one, your Lord Kain in fact. But I have killed many of your fledglings, and I know I can never be forgiven for the crime I have committed.” Lucifer bowed his head.
     “Lucifer, Werewolf Lord, stand before me.” Raziel whispered.
     Lucifer stood.
     “Many of my fledglings were killed in the midst of your rage, but I would have done the same, if my daughter had gone missing as well.” 
     Raziel touched Lucifer’s shoulder. “I hereby declare you forgiven.”