"Show yourself, I know you are there, I don't want a fight, but we are ready for one."I say to the trees, loud and clear. A man steps out from behind a tree some fifteen yards into the woods from our campsite. He is dressed in all white, white pants, and shirt, even his shoes, belt, and long trench coat are all white. He is very pale, with blonde hair, he looks rather ghost like. When he speaks his voice is much deeper than I expected, his tone is level and measured. "I am Arima, this park is my territory, why do you trespass on my land?" He asks, directing all all of his words at me, his eyes never leave my face. "I was not aware of your claim to this land, we visit here a few times a year, Just last summer no one bothered us while we were camping." I answer back. "We claimed these lands a few months ago, now leave before you die." He says Ansel growls at the threat, and I chuckle. "That's funny? You think you can kill four werewolves

Ansel places a few more bodies, while I finish cleaning the weapons. I lay out the ones that Micheal and Peter will want to have on them when they get up. I hand Ansel his weapons, then replace my throwing knives and stars into my boots and other hiding places on my person. I put the rest into the bags in the back of the car. I don't have enough deadmans blood filled bullets to fill all the guns. I fill one for Ansel, and one for Peter first, because I know that me and Micheal are the best at hand to hand combat. I place the last five in one of Micheal's guns. "Well, We are not as well armed as when we got here. But we will be able to defend ourselves, at least long enough to retreat if need be." I say to Ansel. "I don't like it... There should never have been so many vampires in one place, and they were so easy to kill...It almost feels like they were placed here just to run through our ammo, wear down our defenses..." Ansel says. "Now that you said

"Yea, I can hear you my love." He answers in my head, while he stares at my wolf."Baby... Your wolf is so beautiful." He tell's me, as he walks around me, reaching out and gently running his fingers through my fur from my neck down my back.A low wolfy moan leaves my throat."Ansel... There is something I need to say to you, now. I know that you are aware that I cannot feel the Amore bonds, at least not yet.. I only feel the sparks when we touch... And I am sorry about that, but I wanted you to know... Just in case something happens tonight... I do love you. You are mine, and I am yours." The moment I finish speaking I am hit with an overpowering surge of emotions. I feel a pull towards Ansel so strong that I find it hard to resist throwing myself at him. I feel like my whole body is yearning for his touch. His scent is invading my senses, I am drunk on him. I nuzzle my wolf snout into his side. "Now shift love, we need t

'It is a witch, I can sense her powers' Ansel tells me.  'Stay here, see what you can see, leave before the sun comes up, go to the meeting place. If I am not there by 9 AM then enterthe pack as planned. I am going to the roof of the main pack house to see what this witch wants.  None of them likes the idea of me going so far into enemy territory alone. I end up having to make it an order to Micheal and Peter, who I out rank, so they have to follow my orders. I know they are mad at me now since this is the first time I have ever given them an order like that.  'Ansel, if I am caught, my only chance will be you three on the outside to come and get me. I am already in position so please just go' I beg him, and thank the moon he listens.  The tree I am in hangs over the roof of their pack house, but I am not in a good position to see the action, I have to drop down to the roof. I hope no one hears... I crawl across the roof on my

I flip the rest of the book looking for anything that sticks out. The curse ment for my mother was onew of the last things written in the book. After that is page after page of scribbled drawings of a demonic figure. I am not sure what these drawings might mean, but they are very dark, and they give me the creeps. on the very last page is one sentence "The visions are getting worse, I fear that he plans to usae me to exact his own revenge." Huh... This is interesting... I wonder if she was really having visions of the future like this seems to imply, or if she was making it up, or if the loss of so much of her soul simply made her a little unhinged...? I think the answers to these uestions may hold the key not only to her motives in this war, but also her plans for Chad, and this pack.  I replace this book in my bag. Then I pick another random book from a shelf and start looking anything on curses, witches, breaking curses, how to reverse a spell, or blo