Blodwen sighed, it certainly was not easy being an original werewolf, and it sure as hell wasn't easy being not only the alpha of her brothers and the other original werewolves, but also their descendants, the regular werewolves, total, her pack consisted of 17 wolfs, not counting myself, and they all lived on the same property, in little houses that suited each of them, not too far from where they had originally come from.

She had a very big job to deal with, being alpha. Her elder brother, Sebastian, was the oldest, so he was supposed to be alpha, not her, but he had died back in the 11th century when Mikael Mikaelson found out that one of his sons, Niklaus was in fact the werewolf chief and alpha's son, and went on a rampage and killed over half of their village, including Sebastian, his family, their younger brothers, Benjamin and William, and Blodwen's own husband, Cian. So, therefore, as second eldest, Blodwen automatically became the alpha. The official name for them would be the North East Atlantic Pack, but they didn't use this name too often, as Nolan Andrews' son, Cary, led a normal werewolf pack by that name. So the name they used was North Eastern pack, the same thing as the North East Atlantic Pack, but the North Eastern was kind of like the "mother ship" pack.

She sighed again and flipped her long curly light brown hair back and walked into the house, after making sure everything was running smoothly. Their main headquarters was in Virginia, maybe a couple hours or so north of where they were raised, but they generally moved all over the country every 10 years or so, making sure the werewolves stayed pretty much under wraps. Many werewolves were scared of the original werewolves, but she didn't make that fact known to just every werewolf that she came across, but still she was surprised that the fact of their existence hasn't come across the ears of the originals, the vampires that is. Vampires have tried, but failed to kill any of them so far, and they really only meddled in their business when they were really needed, after all, the slaughters of their village was what caused the undying feud of all vampires and werewolves alike.

It was nearly midnight, and everyone was asleep, expect for one other werewolf, Blodwen's brother-in-law, Noel. She knew why he was still up, and why he needed to be alone. The anniversary of the death of Cian. "How is everything?" He asked.

She nodded. "Clear, but I wasn't paying much attention to it." She sighed, sitting on an arm of the chair, across from the couch that he was sitting on.

He nodded. "I understand." He said.

"I can't get Cian or the others out of my head." He said, putting his head into his hands.

"I can't either. In fact, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of them." Blodwen murmured, many would think She'd be seeking revenge against the Mikaelson family for what happened, but she never had. She didn't blame them for their father's actions, and she would never order an attack against her youngest (half) brother or his siblings. That wouldn't make them the better people, that would only make them just as low as Mikael.

They sat in silence before Blodwen spoke again, "I'm going to be, gonna call it a night." She said, and Noel nodded.

"I think I will too." He said. Blodwen walked out of the living room and towards the front door, into the parlor and made a left, into her bedroom. She didn't bother to change into any pajamas or get under the covers, she just laid on the bed, clutching a pillow before basically crying herself to sleep.