Veil of Midnight

True Blood Fanfiction

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Time seemed lost on the forest. The bright light from the sky had all but diminished with the moonlight twinkling inertly beneath the dense cloud cover. The mist that hung on the ground of the woodland prevented the moonbeams to illuminate the tracks that had been created earlier that evening.

Only a minute before, the eyes of a female wolf were able to detect the light. Tracking and searching for any signs of the prey she was searching for, her sensitive eyesight picking up the bent twigs or misplaced leaves as she continued to locate her prey.

She placed her paws judiciously to the soggy ground, lifting her dirtied blonde paw from the squelching mud as she repositioned and angled her slender figure over the fallen tree that was resting in her way. She leapt over the trunk and landed elegantly on the other side. Her mind was ignoring the silhouettes of branches that seemed to reach towards her with emaciated arms and finger like projections as she clambered deeper into the opaque forest.

The foreboding air was biting at her being; the temperature having dropped dramatically caused the wolf to shudder her fur, the thick course hair insulating her svelte form. There were no sounds of chirping insects, no sounds of falling leaves, just the wheeling of the wind against the tree branches and the continuous thumping of the wolf's paws on the wooden floor. She was conscious about how she had not identified any other animals apart from the wolves of her pack. She knew of the deadly creatures that lurked within the shadowy depths of the trees.

Mountain Lions and other large animals dominated this forest and was but a few of the individuals that she had focused her hunts. Her eyes continuously scanning for typically large figures that sauntered in the darkness, her ears twizzling on the top of her head as she listened for anything that could be stalking her.

The wolf removed herself from her troublesome thoughts and dropped her muzzle to the ground, ignoring the feeling of someone's eyes staring at her back as she took in the tracks that were unmistakeably made by the creature she was hunting. The wolf sat back on her hunches, lifted her nose to the air and let out a large howl; the call reverberated over her figure, over her ears and vibrated through the forest as she called the wolves loyal to her.

However, the animal did not wait for her companions; she continued with her journey, her nose pressed to the ground as her eyes recognised the tracks as well as the unmistakeable scent that was all too familiar to the wolf.

She was pulled from her tracking when she sensed the arrival of another wolf. The stockier and taller male wolf nuzzled closely to her side, a question shinning deeply within his wolfish eyes; the female simply lifted her muzzle, testing the air for a scent as she unconsciously answered his question. The golden wolf rubbed his snout underneath the females, his tinted brown fur etched to his back, ears and belly helped with his camouflage while his companion was unidentifiable to the naked eye.

As the male recognised the scent of their prey, he stood to attention, pointing his eyes and ears towards his target, noting how they were downwind. It seemed during their brief communication that the rest of the wolves the female had called arrived, standing a little way behind them, recognising the stiffness of their leaders and mentally prepared themselves for a chase.

The female twisted her neck, pointing her eyes to observe her pack and with a few yips and a growl commanded her family to conceal themselves within the undergrowth and prepare to stalk forward.

The female and her male friend haunted forward, their paws placed delicately on the muddy ground as their belly brushed against the undergrowth, eyes fixed intently on the clearing that held their target. The wolves had fanned out; each member of the small pack tracking through the forest, their mind focused purely on the job at hand. The execution of the beast.

She forced her mind to focus, disregarding the thunderous wind of the approaching wintery storm, her ears swivelling from their position as she continued to localise the sound of footsteps. She quickened her pace, her tail flicking against her companion as she moved further into the forest, closer to the clearing as if she detailed to him just how close they were to their quarry.

She stopped mid step, her paw hovering in mid-air as her eye fell on the figure that was standing in the moonlight of the clearing, noting how the other wolves she hunted with were lying with their jaws pressed to the ground and holding their allocated positions.

The Alpha female glared at the creature in front of her. The bullhorns rose and curled in the air and the large grotesque hands that had been disfigured into talons; the bestial claws were sputtered and crocked in sharp angles. The wolf couldn't help but let the fur on her back shudder as if remembering a dark memory that she shared with this creature.

The two wolves shared another uneasy glance, the female obviously displaying a plan of attack as she sat back with her forepaws supporting her torso before she raised her neck, her ears pressed firmly to the back of her head and emitted another loud howl that remained constant and smooth; she emanated a sound similar to that of a cry from the horned owl.

Her howl seemed to bite into the very energy of the forest. The rustling of the leaves thundered to the ears of her pack. The ground vibrated with the powerful call from the Alpha of the wolf pack. The forest seemed to bend to her will, the fog rising from the air, encasing the wolf and keeping her from view. The movement of the leaves and the undergrowth covered the sounds of the wolves' movements as they answered to their Alpha's orders and moved closer to their target.

She could see the monster standing directly in front of her. It's nostrils flared, sensing the air in ways much like the wolves, the piercing black eyes searching the darkness; its hearing was of little use due to the rumbling of the approaching weather. The wolf was able to give more barks and wines, howling orders, unafraid of the consequences as she responded to her male companion's narrow eyes with a growl.

She placed one paw in front of the other, her back paws landing in the prints created by her front paws as she strolled slowly into the clearing, making sure to swirl her tail in the males face as she moved forward, symbolising to her pack of her plan.

Her hackles were raised as she moved, her tail swaying high in the air and her lips rising to exhibit her teeth as she moved. Her prey unconsciously took a few steps back, afraid of the impending attack as she took in the revenge that shone darkly within the wolf's eyes, a growl rumbling from within her chest as she continued forward with confident and well placed steps.

The male wolf watched the face off noticing the gallantry of the creature that had endured to remain allusive for the majority of their hunt. He yowled his own orders, preparing the remaining wolves to drop to their stomachs, awaiting the signal to bolt. The female wolf gained on her prey, understanding the barks of her beta, knowing that her target was frantically searching for the location of her pack.

She was so preoccupied with the barking of her family she was unable to identify the very obvious signs that her target was about to bolt. Before she could even growl out of frustration her feet propelled her forward as she tore after the figure she had just come face to face with. Her male friend howled his orders; vibrations created by eight other wolves feet lifted to her ears as she tore through the large tree trunks and the surrounding foliage of the forest.

She knew this was the most critical stage of her hunt. She may never catch up with her prey, even running at her top speed could become a problem due to the twisting roots that littered the ground and she did not want to become lame. However, she had the stamina that most animals did not possess; maybe she could run her prey to exhaustion.

She could feel the mud oozing between her pads as she struggled to gain the traction she needed to keep running. She slipped and stumbled causing the beast to laugh which only resulted in the wolf's own anger to rise through her body, encouraging the wolf onwards that called upon the strength in her muscles, allowing her speed to increase as the forest moved passed her in a blur.

The pounding of her packs feet against the ground moved over her body, the rumbling vibrations shoved to her ears as she felt the branches of neighbouring bushes and trees snag at her dense fur, the leaves dropping the dew on to her coat as she tore after the figure that had suddenly grown very close to her running figure.

She was so focused and wrapped up in her hunt that she was unable to distinguish the rapid blur of motion that seemed to be following her on the right. The pathway that they were suddenly running on was placed deep within the cover of the trees that loomed over them, encasing the group of wolves but also providing substantial problems for whatever it was that had to navigate through the twists and turns of the tree trunks.

But suddenly, as the wolf looked ahead of her, recognition flooded into her eyes as she acknowledged the man that was standing in front of her. She knew she needed to slow down otherwise the speed that was carrying her would cause her to go barrelling into the figure of the six ft four man and she did not fancy injuring herself.

She shoved her paws to the muddy ground, scrambling for a footing as her paws seemed to fall from underneath her. She skidded for a few meters, her paws entangling and tripping her over which caused her rather ungraceful and embarrassing attempt to stop herself from colliding with the man; a grunt was released from her mouth when her jaw landed rather painfully to the ground.

As she slowly lifted her paws, heaving herself back onto her feet she could hear the growling and aggressive barks of her pack. She internally concentrated her anger, trying not to lash out at her pack and their unreasoned hostility. She flung her body around to face them, her hackles raised and head lower to the ground as she stared at them with her teeth bared, tail hanging high above her head, as she demanded the respect and authority that she deserved.

The wolves that stood behind their beta shrieked away from her authority, small whines and yowls falling from their lips as Robyn straightened her tall form. Her male friend seemed less than enthusiastic to comply with her orders.

The wolf seemed to roll her eyes somewhat as she shoved her shoulder into the side of the wolf to display her annoyance, flicking her tail in his face as she walked in front of him, blocking him from lunging at the new arrival. She could see the hostility shining within his posture as she took in his visible canine teeth, his shortened nose and the contraction of his forehead.

She simply moved away from her family, gazing up at the man as she emanated a white glow around her before her back legs shifted to those of toned human legs, the rest of her body following suit as she proceeded to walk towards the man, now completely shifted into the figure of a naked female human.

The young woman could be no older than twenty three. Her layered and wavy dark brown hair travelled down to the middle of her back, flicking and twisting in an elegant fashion that seemed to cover her modesty, her long side fringe blowing from her bright grey eyes as she headed towards the man.

"Well this is a surprise." She said, a large smile engulfing her lips, her long legs falling to the forest floor as she continued to move towards the man, feeling the tight skin of her scarred cheek inhibited the usual movement of her cheek.

"Hello my dear." The man replied, retuning her smile with one of his own half smiles, his hands firmly clasped by his waist. His voice was smooth and emotionless; the only thing that gave him away was his cobalt eyes that shone with hidden desire as they travelled over her bare skin, revelling in the opportunity to admire her.

"I'm a little disappointed by your timing Mr Northman." She started with a cheeky smile "You usually come to visit me when I am unoccupied; today you find me right in the middle of a very important hunt." She finished as she came to stand in front of him, finally able to study his very familiar features. He was very much how she remembered him; bright blue eyes, his forehead broad that moved into light blonde hair that fell at the side of his face, moving to the tops of his shoulders. His cleft chin was strong yet unscathed with a jawline that was clean shaven.

"I wish I could accommodate your schedule, but unfortunately the matter that I am in need to discuss with you needs to be treated with delicacy and the upmost importance."

"Why is it you never just pop in to see how I'm doing?" The young lady sighed, a cheeky smile washing to her lips as she noticed the humour sparkling within his own.

"I think you may have miss interpreted the importance of the situation." Mr Northman replied in all earnestly, his vacant expression briefly showing his unease and shock at her statement as he tried to get her to understand what it was he was trying to entail.

"Oh I have no doubt that whatever it is you have to say will mean lots of travelling, fighting, sore muscles and the possibility in the end of the world." She voiced "With you, it is never anything less."

"I require your help, which is much a werewolf problem as it is a vampire one." Eric finished, his neck angled in such a way he could not help the slumping of his tall frame as he towered over the small five ft six frame of the woman in front of him.

The woman rolled her eyes out of frustration when she recognised the growling of her beta wolf. A frustrated sigh left her lungs as she looked up towards the man in a bored manner as she heard the barking behind her. She shot her wolves a look, noting how they refused to quieten down making her turn her attention back to Mr Northman who was smiling all to smugly in her direction.

"Will you excuse me for a second?"

"Go right ahead. I have all night." He retorted, refusing to wipe that smile from his features as the woman turned away from him and back to her companions who had aided in her search for the creature. Her male companion still had his hackles raised as he looked towards Mr Northman, his obvious distaste of the man was starting to grate on her nerves and she could only glare deep into his eyes to make him see his place.

"Alcide." She warned as she ducked to his level, her bare hands pressing to the warm skin of her thighs as the other wolves under her instruction moved to fan out in front of her, obviously wanting to know of what she was to say. "It seems my plans have changed. Normally whatever situation Mr Northman brings to our attention needs dealing with. I will find out what I can and then bring you all up to speed over dinner tomorrow night." She stated, watching as the understanding clouded their wolfish expressions, their eyes shining with acceptance as they began to whine their farewells.

However, it seemed the male wolf needed more encouragement. The young woman could not help the fond smile that encased her lips as she ran a hang through the thick course hairs of Alcide's hair, rubbing behind his ear as he finally moved his attention to his alpha.

"I won't be long, I promise." She whispered before she pressed a kiss to his fur, watched the uncertainty in his eyes, debating whether he should stay or go. But, with one look from his alpha he made his decision and turned to follow after his pack. The young woman was starting to feel the chill of the misty night as she shoved her hands to her knees and pulled her form to it's full height, watching as her companions blonde tail finally dissolved into the darkness as he trotted after their pack.

"I must apologise for my brother. He still struggles to comprehend why we are trying to rebuild relationships between our two species." The young lady responded as she finally gave Mr Northman her undivided attention, obviously not having to worry about her Pack scrutinising her relationship with this vampire.

"I should not have to prove to him my intentions, after all it was I who saved your life." Eric stated; a cocky half smile shoved onto his lips as he sauntered towards her. The young woman watched as his image blurred, his vampiric trait of enhanced speed caused him to be standing directly in front of her before she even had time to comprehend his movements.

Her mind was fogged with his alluring scent of mandarin and cardamom, while a hint of Egyptian jasmine and patchouli masked the woody smells of oud, Atlas cedar and musk; the obvious smells of the forest. She could not help the closing of her eyes as she internally fought for control over her emotions and the hot wave of desire that was coursing through her veins as she basked in the attention of Mr Northman.

Her eyes fluttered open, his chest eye level as her eyes took in the dark purple, low-neck top that was covered by an attractive leather jacket that clipped to his side, enhancing the beautiful shapes of his slender but lanky form.

"I repaid my debt to you Eric by saving your life in return." She countered, her eyebrows raising as she ran her hand through her side fringe, making her irascibility known to her friend.

"Robyn," Eric whispered, his large hand engulfing the side of her face as he cupped her cheek. The imperfection of her skin shimmered under his cold touch; his large hands feeling the horrendous scar that travelled from the bridge of her nose to the middle of her neck, three separate serrated scars un-doubtfully an old wound received from another wolf. "Please don't misinterpret my words; I really am pleased to see you."

"I am too." She replied, taking a step closer to him, her naked skin rubbing against the thin cotton of his shirt as she lifted her hands to rest on his toned stomach. "But, you must realise Mr Northman that you interrupted a very valuable hunt that could have seen me destroying a creature I have been tracking for the last four years." Robyn expressed, her voice low and calm as she felt Eric's hand moving the hair from her face before he rested his palm back to the middle of her neck.

"And I apologise, but your hunting will have to wait due to me needing your assistance." Eric replied, obviously feeling a little awkward by asking for help.

"For such a cunning and rather independent vampire you ask a lot of favours for a lowly werewolf such as myself."

"You are anything but a lowly werewolf my dear. From what your pack have explained to me, you're the youngest female werewolf ever to arise to Packmaster status." Eric voiced, his hand trailing down her jaw line, trailing his fingertips across the scars on her face and down to the burn brand that was shoved to her collarbone, the familiar Nordic symbol that communicated to her kind her status and what pack she was loyal too.

"Flattery will get you nowhere Eric." She bustled, a large smile engulfing her lips as the twinkle returned to her eyes.

"What else can I say? You bring out the human in me. Emotions I thought I lost when I was turned seem to burn a little brighter"

"Who would have thought a vampire as impressive as you would fall for someone like me?"

"Who said I had fallen for you?" Eric laughed, causing Robyn to chuckle as she rested her forehead to his chest as his arms moved around her, holding her naked form closer to him. "Besides, you've saved my life a handful of times; I'm not going to dispirit rumours of the working together of a werewolf pack and a few vampires. Mainstreaming was created to aid in the peaceful living between Vampire and Humans, in my mind I don't see why the same ideals cannot be the same for the supernatural races."

"You wouldn't see me arguing." Robyn responded as she lifted her head, her chin resting on his chest as he looked down at her, the back of his hand running against her scars once again.

"Well then my dear, are you ready to fly?"

"Not yet." She fussed as she pressed her bare skin to his clothed form, her hands curling around his sides as she closed the gap between them. His lips were soft, the coldness sparking something deep within her as the intensity of his passion was poured to her small frame.

She could barely reach him, her hands having curled around his neck to force him down. Her toes aching from arching up to him as she allowed her hands to hold onto him, his tall frame supporting the pair of them as Robyn managed to curl her body around his.

She could feel his large hands cupping her cheeks as he kept her close, not wanting to part from her as his ability in keeping himself emotionally controlled slipped away from him, every time his lips chapped against hers.

Eric began nibbling and sucking on her full bottom lip, smiling as he felt Robyn rewarding his brazenness as she opened her mouth for him. He swept his tongue into her hot mouth, exploring every inch of it, running his tongue along the roof of her mouth as if reminding himself on how she tasted.

Her nails dug deep into his hair, scratching at his scalp that unconsciously caused him to shiver as he pulled her closer. Spreading both hands against the very naked expanse of her back Eric continued to deeply kiss her while Robyn's fiery hands found their way under his shirt, searing against his skin before she pulled away from him.

"I believe I may have distracted you." Robyn whispered as he hazily looked up at him with dark eyes, her desire shining deeply in her eyes, as her naked body remained pressed against his.

"As usual." He replied, his blue eyes shining with emotions as he looked down at the woman in his arms. However, he managed to pull himself away, moving his long arms from the sleeve of his jacket as he shrugged the lapels from his torso.

Robyn could only frown as she watched him reveal his strong muscled arms. Her eyes travelling over the contours of his arms as he offered her his jacket.

"Here." He voiced, holding the collar of the jacket, noting the large smile as she moved her arms into the sleeves, basking in his scent that washed to her scenes as she curled the lapels of the jacket around her, making sure she was covered and to retain the heat she had lost after shifting from her wolf form.

She barely had time to register his strong arms wrapping around her as she was lifted from her feet and securely squeezed tight to his chest, her arms automatically curling around his neck as she felt her bare knees draped over his arm.

"Time to fly?" She questioned with a warm smile, taking in the affectionate shine in Eric's eyes and the uncommon smile etched to his lips as he looked over at her, obviously comfortable by carrying her so close to him.

"Time to fly." He countered before shoving his feet from the ground.

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Fangtasia stood directly in front of them, the werewolf still in his arms as he placed his feet firmly to the ground before unloading the woman from his arms. She swayed on her feet, trying to clear her fussy mind as she was finally able to focus on the luminous red neon light that was twisted into the looping words of Eric's bar name.

She adjusted the jacket that was hanging off her form as she moved towards the bland outer walls of Fangtasia, the warehouse looking building littered by the gothic images of people smoking, a few couples making out or hookers hanging by the side of the street looking for clients.

"One of these days I hope you will perform in my bar. It would be an excellent business opportunity for me." Eric whispered, leaning close to her as he spoke, observing Robyn as she dealt with her dishevelled hair and making sure his jacket covered her naked form.

"I have a feeling your clientele wouldn't appreciate that very much." She said with a small chuckle "I don't fancy having a few rampant vampires coming after me."

"They wouldn't dream of coming after you if your mine." Eric voiced with nothing but seriousness. Robyn snapped her features to look up at him, her narrowed eyes trying to gage his expression.

She knew of the blood bond that could be formed between a vampire and a human. Normally, if a human was injured and had the availability of vampire blood not only do they heal but they also develop a deep psyche bond with the vampire whose blood they have drank.

Robyn was unable to reveal in the healing properties of vampire blood. Robyn and Eric had discovered that the hard way when Robyn had been wounded dreadfully, with horrific claw marks that another Packmaster had rewarded her. To this day Robyn could remember the terror shining on Eric's features as he held onto her, noticing how she was not healing by the ingestion of his blood. Doctor Ludwig, a supernatural doctor was the only woman who had the ability to save her.

The two things that reminded her of that fateful day was the horrendous scar on her stomach and the formation of a weak blood bond that had caused a few erotic dreams on her part.

The young woman simply smiled up towards him, not knowing how to respond to his statement she just moved closer to his side, stepping into his outreached arm as he guided her towards the bar he part owned with his Progeny Pamela. Robyn had displayed her desire to stay with him, to somehow make this arduous relationship work. However, due to Eric's ancient age meant he was increasingly difficult to read.

Robyn noticed Pam standing guard at the entrance, the blood red cloth covering shielding her from any unwarranted weather but also aided in symbolising the only entrance to the bar. The werewolf couldn't help studying the clothing this vampire Barbie was wearing; a tight fitting leather pantsuit that clung to her curves, her sandy hair pulled into a high ponytail exposing her neck that was littered with large and gothic jewellery.

The young lady unconsciously pulled Eric's borrowed jacket tighter around her, a feeling of un-comfortableness swimming around her as she took in the extravagant clothing of Eric's vampire daughter. Eric smiled down at her affectionately just as Pam recognised her maker stalking towards her with his 'human' companion. A small smile washed to her features as she recognised the tarnished brunette beauty that was walking towards her; she knew that she had created a rare friendship with the woman who was starting to make a great impression on the two vampires.

"Oh look, if it isn't the animal unit." Pam humorously spoke, her tone of voice even and a constant pitch as she joked with Robyn who smiled a small smile to her friend. "But I must say, you have a fine pair of legs… for a wolf."

"You will not lay a finger on her Pamela." Eric warned, his eyes flashing darkly as his hold on Robyn grew tighter around her waist.

"You're so selfish, Maker!"

"And you're impudent."

"Just think Robyn, come with me and we can braid each other's hair and touch up our lipstick."

"Ah yeah, not really my forte." Robyn said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly as Pam seemed to smirk at her.

"Come my dear, we have business to attend too." Eric stated, pulling Robyn and Pam from their small conversation as he placed a little more pressure on the bottom of her back, moving her passed Pamela who moved the rope out of their way.

"Oh yes, business." Pam cried sarcastically, shooting Robyn and wink a she begrudgingly, unknowing to her of Robyn's unease as she was preparing herself to walk into a room full of vampires.

"A little heads up, the vampires of your bar are going to get a little angry." Robyn voiced after tapping Eric's chest, causing him to move down to hear her better over the loud music that was blearing from Fangtasia's speakers.

Eric walked through the door of Fangtasia with Robyn firmly curled around her side. Her feet were bare, along with her slender legs, his jacket looking rather ridiculous on her figure, as the people standing around her knew that she was not wearing any clothing under the jacket.

Everyone seemed to turn to face her, the smell of a werewolf was very distinctive to Vampire noses and as Robyn took in the glares, the growls and the hisses that were being shoved in her direction, the Sheriff of Area five forcing people away from them as they headed towards his office.

The tension was rolling off of Robyn in waves, the only thing that seemed to be making a noise was the ostentatious music, the humans and vampires obviously knowing that something was going on and as Eric moved deeper into the fray of his patrons he realised that Robyn was in fact correct about the hostility she was about to face by his regular vampire customers.

"You weren't kidding." Eric voiced evenly, speaking to Robyn under his breath as they moved deeper into the bar, the ancient vampire feeling Robyn visibly relaxing as soon as they entered into the safe confines of Eric's office.

She couldn't help but offer him a small-dejected smile as she observed the man who strode deeper into his office. The werewolf took the time to look around Eric's office. She could see the boxes of Tru Blood or liquor; papers that must have included bills for Fangtasia and old photos littered the top of his desk while Robyn moved her eyes to look at the variety of different pictures that were hanging onto the boring walls of his office.

"If I knew it would have been that dangerous in bringing a werewolf into the bar I would have brought the information to you." Eric said with an apologetic tone etched to his voice as he looked up at Robyn, looting through the shelves that dominated the left side of his office. He headed back towards her, passing her a Fangtasia t-shirt and a pair of Pam's shorts. Robyn thanked him for the clothing before she quickly changed, knowing she looked far better compared to just Eric's jacket.

"I'm sure as we continue to work together they will get used to it." Robyn replied as she pulled the shirt over her head, feeling the material clinging to her sides and supporting her bust a little better as she headed towards Eric and perching on his lap as the pair of them reclined into his large office chair. "What did you need my help with?"

"A few weeks ago I started to document the sudden disappearance of a few vampires from my area. Usually I won't worry, but with follow up investigations I have become aware that their disappearances have all been connected and a little suspicious." Eric informed as he looked for the relevant piece of paper.

"How many vampires are missing?" Robyn asked a small frown on her features as she listened to the vampire.

"Three from my area, but other Sheriffs have also detailed a few more missing vampires." He answered as he pulled out the list of names that he had detailed from speaking with other areas.

"Then why do you need me? If it is only vampires that are missing I don't understand as to what kind of help I can be. I have very little influence within the vampire community." Robyn stated, moving her eyes from the list and back towards Eric, consciously aware of his long arm that was curled around the bottom of her back as if to support her.

"The missing vampires were seen conversing with these people." He explained as he grasped hold of a photograph that displayed a group of four large people "I'm the only one who believes these people to be werewolves, do you recognise any of them?" He finished as he passed her the photo, watching as her eyes took in the figures on the picture, noting how she seemed unable to identify them.

"I don't know any of these guys, but then they could be loyal to a different Pack or they are rouge outcastes wolves. If you need me too I can ask around, I can't count on anything but it's worth a shot." She suggested, shrugging her shoulders a little as she looked back towards Eric whose eyes met hers.

"Werewolves hardly talk to others outside of their own pack, it's not likely they're going to divulge in the names of wolves that maybe involved in something suspicious."

"I can be pretty convincing when I need to be Eric." Robyn said with a smile that the vampire returned with one of his own, lifting his spare hand to run his thumb over her chin before lifting another photo and passing it towards her.

"What about this guy? He seems to be the one ordering the others around." He explained but stopped when he took in the dread that was washing into her features as she obviously recognised the man and it was anything but good news. "Who is he?"

"That is Elliot Woods." Robyn breathed, falling into him as she continued to stare at the picture.

"From your reaction I take it it's not good news."

"You could say that" She said with a small smile "He's a rouge wolf that has provided plenty of problems for quite a few packs over the last few years. He's not the kinda guy that can follow orders, he doesn't even care about the few rules that wolves live by."

"What's been done to stop him?"

"Not much as he seemed to be almost impossible to track. I came into contact with him briefly while I was working out in Dallas, but even then he only wanted to threaten me. I tried to get the other Packmasters to help me deal with him, but being a twenty three year old female werewolf, I don't get really get the loyalty I should compared to other Packmasters."

"We need to find him."

"Well good luck. I've been listening for any signs of him for the last couple of years but nothings come of it. I must warn you though Eric, if your serious about going up against Woods, he's a strong wolf and considering he's addicted to V makes him all the more stronger." Robyn warned, wrapping her hands around Eric's as she tried to make him understand the severity of her words.

"I have to find him, because he is the only lead I have in finding my Maker. That's why I need you help Robyn, because whoever is abducting vampires, has kidnapped Godric." Eric whispered, his voice full of emotion as he looked deeply into Robyn's eyes who could do nothing but look at him.

She knew he was right to come and find her. She knew that he was going to need all the help he could get because from what Eric had told her about his Maker he was one of the oldest vampire's on the planet, and if he was taken, it means that the people involved were very organised and they weren't going to stop at hunting Vampires.