"What do you think Sonja? Shall we make more?" Viktor asked his daughter.

"Of him?"

"Like him," Sonja looked at the boy and he smiled at her, proud of himself for accomplishing the task of saving himself from the vampire warriors.

Later

"Father?"

"Yes, Sonja," Viktor answered.

"May I go see the lycan boy?" Viktor turned to look at his young innocent child, who looked so much like her mother.
"Why do you wish to see him?"

"There are no others my age father, I thought I could say hello," she answered.

"No, there are others your age, play with them."

"But father, the boy doesn't have friends," Viktor looked at his stubborn child.

"Fine, come see," Viktor looked at the full moon and knew the change would frighten the young girl. He took her down to the cages, her dress dragging on the floor as she walked next to her dear father. The vampire guards opened the door and Viktor urged the child inside. They walked over to the cell that Lucian was in and the young boy grew terrified as he saw the young girl look at him curiously. She broke from her fathers grasp and walked over to the cell putting her hand out.

"My name is Sonja, what is yours?" she asked. Lucian held back the urge to rip her arm off and devour her whole.

"My name is Lucian, please milady, do not put your hand through the bars, I fear I may hurt you," Lucian looked up to the sky and then desperately at Viktor, silently begging him to order his child away.

"Sonja!" Viktor called, "come here child," Sonja walked over to her father and the young boy screamed in pain as he began to change. His feet turning to claws, his nose stretching out to become a snout and hair growing out of him as his back broke and arched and corrected and healed and the child screamed again in pain. Sonja watched the transformation and then watched as guards brought mortal men to the young wolf who ripped into them savagely changing them and eating at their necks. Viktor held his daughter close and whispered in her ear,

"You see child, he is not a friend, and he is not like us. He is dangerous, he is an animal, he cannot care as we can. You would rather spend eternity alone than a day with this mindless beast. He cannot be your friend, if he saw you, he would hurt you."

"Then why do you make more?" she asked. Viktor was slightly taken aback by the question.

"I make more to keep the grounds and you safe. They can think when they are like this, but they would hurt you if they reverted back to their human form. It is their fear of us and the moon collars around their neck that keeps them in their place."

"I see," she answered.

"Do you know now child, why you cannot be friends with this beast?" Viktor asked.

"Yes Father," she answered. Viktor stood up and brought the child along with him.
Sonja sat in her room, having finished her school work. She stood up and pocketed her necklace before grabbing her shawl and running down to the cells. Tears poured out of her eyes as she made it to the cell doors.

"Please," she begged, "my necklace, I left it in there, may I get it?" the guard looked at the crying child and did not wish to deny her and create more tears.

"Milady, I shall go get you the necklace."

"No!" she cried, "I can find it. Please, if someone sees you are gone from your post, you may get in trouble. I will not even look at the wolves. I only wish to find my necklace, please." The guard considered what she had said before opening the door.

"Alright, but please be quiet and quick milady," he answered.

"Oh thank you!" she answered, tears still flowing from her eyes. She wiped them away and put on a small smile. Sonja walked quietly into the room, torch in hand, and waited for the guard to close the door before running down the corridors. She stopped and took her necklace out of her pocket and put it on the ground, dirtying it before putting it around her neck and walking up to see the young wolf in the cage across from her. It looked at her, a sad look in its eye before moving it's long legs and putting its snout through the bars. Sonja pet it with her tiny hand.

"My father says that you would hurt me if given the chance. I do not believe him. I see good in your eyes Lucian, you are not cruel, you are just made to do cruel things. Just as we feed off the life of mortals, you change when the moon comes. It is no one's fault, it is just the way things are. I cannot be your friend, but I over hear my father and the council talking about giving you a space of your own. My father is having a mortal blacksmith sent to us. His name is Ardile, he will train you. I suppose I will you see you more often then. I must leave now, the longer I stay, the more likely they are to notice I'm gone," and with one small kiss to the top of his snout the young child ran off to the door to go home.