The doors to the underground opened and some younger werewolves ran over to the hunting party, most of them running circles around Kailon. The power convertor was thrumming in her hand, another werewolf took the power convertor from her and she took the opportunity to head off to the prison where she kept the one who could change everything. The doors to the prison opened as she stood where the archway is, she feet making low sounds as she walked, she put her hand against the cold stone. The cracks in the wall were fun to follow when she was just a young one, she was the only one to walk these halls whenever she wanted because she was born with the mark of an alpha. At that thought she moved her other hand to her shoulder were a birthmark lay, all she ever thought of it was small tribal marks overlapping each other.

The wall came to an end and split in two directions, now she had to remember which way to go, for an alpha female she didn’t really remember her way around the halls of the underground. Picking left she walked along the halls looking at the art that some of the previous werewolves had put up, her mind wondering if she knew any of them. Before she could register it she bumped into another werewolf, male, she was always doing this when she was walking around the underground but out in the plains nothing could slip past her. Stepping back she registered who it was, Dark, the next alpha male on the line after the one they have dies he takes his rightful place. She didn’t dislike him she just had a problem with men thinking they’re better than her.

“Sorry,” Dark spoke, his voice bounced off of the walls and repelled backwards even shocking him.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. This may sound weird but the prison is this way, right?”

“Yeah, don’t worry I still get lost as well that’s why Cass made me a map.”

“Doesn’t really help if you forget it though,” Cassandra came up behind Kailon and put a hand on her right shoulder.

“Yeah sorry about that Cass, see you two later,” He walked off past them and Cassandra smirked, one of her incisors was slightly chipped.

“What are you doing here Cassandra?” She turned her head to look at the female werewolf as her smirk widened.

“I knew you were going to see him so I thought that I’d tag along, you know how I love talking to Rangers that have become vampires,” She brought her hand down and smashed her fists together, Kailon rolled her eyes in response.

“Ok then, come on but if you fall behind then I’m leaving you behind,” Kailon strode off leaving Cassandra to follow.

Both continued to walk the halls in silence, sometimes they would come across a wall that had cracked open and tree roots were starting to grow. Kailon had considered weed kill but that might not work on a tree, the cold in the underground stung every nerve in both the female werewolves’ bodies. Both only wore the same clothes that transformed with them, the first few years when Kailon had joined the pack they always had to get back to the underground naked because their clothes had ripped when their muscles grew. It was her idea to get clothes that transformed with them so they wouldn’t rip off but they only came up with singlets for the females and shirts for the males not to mention jeans for both sexes.

Cassandra stopped before a door and allowed Kailon to be the one to open it, as she walked up to it she heard a creak and then it opened. Sometimes these doors creeped her out, they always knew when there was someone on either side and always opened when they got close enough. She never bothered to ask how the doors knew and, to be honest, she didn’t want to know. As the door fully opened both of them registered how cold it was on the other side, with no flames to light it they had to rely on their own night vision to light their way. They could hear the rustling of chains as one of the prisoners became aware that there were others inside, the doors shut behind both of them and they approached a certain cage.

A huddled figure was in the top right corner, his body seemed white even in the dark. As he turned his head they could both see that he was hungry, his incisors were showing as he could smell blood on both of the werewolves. The chains that were shackled around his wrists and ankles stopped him from reaching the side of the cage where he might have grabbed one of them. Kailon knew how he felt, the blood thirst could rip you apart, and it isn’t the nicest feeling to have. Anyone even friends and family seem like a feast to you, but she always had the mental block to stop herself from feeding upon the pack members.

“Ranger, we need the details on the next shipment of attack packs,” Kailon said as he tried to lunge at them again, the chains pulling him backwards.

“Please, I need blood… you should know how I feel alpha, I can smell the vampire in you.”

“Humph, I know how you feel but at least I don’t go feeding on my friends and family unlike you when we first found you… but if its blood you want maybe we can make an arrangement,” She leaned against the bars and pretended to look at her finger nails.

He leaned forward as far as he could go, “What kind of arrangement?”

“One where if you help us we let you drink blood when you require it,” She looked at him, her purple eyes were easily seen even in the dark, they always seemed to flash when she wanted them to.

“I want my freedom.”

Cassandra snickered, “Not a good bargain chip considering you can’t tell if its daylight or not vampire. Mistress may let you go during the day and watch you burn in the sunlight.”

“Oh I might do that, or if I prove that the information I get from you is reliable,” She turned and grasped two of the bars and looked him in the eyes, “I might let you go during the dead of the night so you’ll have enough time to find somewhere to stay.”

“What information do you want?” Kailon smiled at his willingness to help now, she pulled back.

“We need to know when the next shipment of attack packs are coming in, our Moon Gun needs to be made for a full scale use.”

“First off… Moon Gun? And secondly they might have changed the timetable, so I might not know seeing as though they would probably think I’ve been taken hostage,” He moves his hands so the chains rattle.

“The Moon Gun is a device that allows us to kill any Ranger that is in the range of the blast, it also lets us force a transformation on any werewolf we desire. And to answer your second question they think you’re dead, we planted the evidence.” Kailon spoke, her voice was neutral again, it always showed she wasn’t joking.

“Well then, offers that can’t be refused, seeing as though if I were to go back to the Rangers now they kill me because of what I am.”

Cassandra tossed a blood pack in so he could drink, his fangs tore the package apart and they could hear him drinking it, “We’re almost on the same side vampire.”

“I guess we are, the next shipment should be arriving next Thursday at the docks, around 3pm. That’s if they haven’t changed the timetables,” They both bowed their heads in thanks and started to walk off, “Alpha.”

Kailon stopped and looked back, “Yes?”

“What’s it like to be the one who could commit genocide against the Rangers?”

“I can’t answer that yet, I don’t know how I feel about it,” With that she continued to walk, the doors opening as they approached then shutting leaving the vampire in complete darkness.