This Is the story of a great friend of mine,her name was Ruby,Red Ruby.Her pack was slaughtered by vampire scum,or so Alucard would say.I was there to raise her,but not to save her.For she saved me
-Father Alexander Anderson
I laid silent under the third quarter moon,observing the target.He was looking for me.I breath in drawing in his scent.His cross pure silver and gold.it jiggles as he takes his heavy steps down the halls.I pin my ears back in preparation for the attack.I growl low and pounce.He faced me before I was fully against his chest.A loud 'umf' escapes him.I was growling deep and dangerous.Then I lick his face."Red!"He hollered his Irish accent hiding the laughter in his throat.I shift to my human self and hug him."Hello Father."
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Father Alexander Anderson,a savior to me.He helped me when my pack was slaughtered by vampires when I was a pup.I wasn't a werewolf.I was a crescent hound.
"Lass,I've told you.No pouncing on me like a bloody heathen."He scowled.I giggle and sit on his bed my tail flopping up and down.My ears pricked and alert."Sorry Father,you've just been gone for,"I pause lifting up my fingers to count."Six days Red Ruby,Six."He then said."Ha,right."I reply.He pets my ears lightly."Father tomorrow is it true I'm going to take the test?"I ask frightened.He nods and hugs me."Yes,Lass."He said.I sigh and walk over to my doggie bed on the other side of the room.I transform into my wolf self and try to sleep.
I stood before Maxwell.He smelled of greed for power and corpses however I could see past that."Once your chosen path is with held there is no going back."He said releasing us for our tests.
I step into my arena,face to face with something I would always hate. Vampires.
