I know i should be ashamed for not updating earlier, but i had computer problems. I hope you enjoy this chapter and the next should be up soon... I hope.

Her words were far from comforting. In fact, they scared the shit out of me. But her voice was calm, and showed no signs of alarm. She looked calm, and actually pleased with herself, something that I've learned is not a good thing.

"Look, all I asked for is some food and time to explain myself. No one here will be harmed; I give you my word…" she said, holding her hands up in mock surrender. The door busted open and people began filing in, pointing guns at Nazari and David. After it quieted down, I heard her sigh again and saw her shake her head, flopping down in a chair next to David.

"I told you this wouldn't work out the way you wanted," David said, placing a hand on her arm. But something was different and I couldn't put my finger on it. That was until he spoke again, his voice changed drastically. It wasn't deep like before, but was thickly accented.

"You don't help the situation yourself," she said, her voice accented as well, if not more so than his. I thought it was odd, figuring it had to be some sort of trait that they had. I really didn't know.

"Maybe…" I started, hoping what I was doing was wise, "we should let them explain their selves. In a larger and more private room preferably."

I watched as Nazari bowed her head toward me in what I assumed to be was a grateful gesture.

"Or is America not all that it's cracked up to be?"

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I could have kissed Greg at that moment. He had no idea how grateful I was for that one simple gesture. I could sense that they were worried about me getting violent. And yes, I admit I could get violent, but at the time I wanted everyone's complete and total corporation. David shot me a look that confused me for a moment, which was until he mouthed 'accent' silently. I wanted to bash my head in. That damned accent of mine never came out unless I was stressed, and I mean really stressed. And I knew I was stressed, but I didn't know it was that bad…and surprisingly…so was David, a rare sight on its own.

We moved into a larger room, ten other people cramming into the room behind David and I. I took a seat at the large oak table that sat in the center of the room and rested my head on the cool surface, taking in a deep breath. I laughed a bit, wanting nothing more than to go back home and go to sleep.

"Gods, I have no idea where to start."

"Try the beginning."

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The words come out of my mouth before I could even think. However, I was being completely honest. She glanced up at me and smiled, once again sighing.

"Let's see, the beginning hu?" she asked, laughing a bit at the thought.

"You might want to sit down this is a long story. My mother and father were wanderers, never settling in one place for long…that was until they had me. They decided to settle down in Ireland, and a few years later my brother was born. David over there is from Germany; well at least that's where his…group said he came from. Anyway, the three of us, David, my brother, and I, moved here to America about four years ago. Since we've been here we've traveled, hunted, and killed, things that I am not ashamed of. But I obeyed the laws, and followed the rules that your kind put up for mine. So you have nothing to worry about."

"So what about California?" I interrupted, curious to know.

"A very unfortunate mistake that could have been avoided if people actually took advice given to them. I did nothing wrong, but because there were only ten werewolves within a forty mile radius, I was dragged into it. But getting off of that subject. David and I came here because of the numerous beatings here. The same bastards that did that to you almost killed my brother, in fact, they put him a coma. You told me before that there were no reports of anyone by the name of Blake right?"

"Yea…"

"That's because I and a few members of my…family live here. One of them found him. You humans have good medicine; I'll give you that. But what you do to your kind could kill us. I honestly wanted you to find me, but I didn't want it to be blown out of proportion like it already has. All I wanted was to come face to face with the idiots that hurt my brother." The last part she lifted her lip, fangs flashing a bit in the dim light in the room. The room was silent, none of us knowing what to say.

"Look, this is all well and good, but unless you really do want a murder on your hands, could you get her some food. I've feed, she, however, has not for the past few days," David said, tipping his head towards Nazari, a concerned look on his face. I looked over at Nazari and saw what he was talking about. Murder was not the word to use; a massacre would happen if she didn't eat. Though her eyes were jet black they had noticeable red lines running through them. She sat proudly in her seat, but you could tell her muscles were tense from being restrained for so long. And it probably wasn't helping that she was lock in a room filled with frightened humans. For her not to even act as though she were bothered showed to me that she had good control over her instincts. However, that control was deteriorating before my eyes. The red lines in her eyes were starting to widen, soon leaving only a black star-bursts in the centers of her eyes.

Shuffling in the back round drew my attention from her to the few people behind me. Somehow, someone managed to find a raw steak and was bring it forward. I do not want to know where they found that.I thought, shivering slightly. One of the officers slid it across the table to her, Nazari stopping the plate with the tip of one of her claws. I watched in morbid fascination as she at the steak raw. God, I must be sick.But I couldn't convince myself of that conclusion. Nazari fascinated me to no end and it scared the living shit out of me, and…at the same time, it thrilled me. A pleased sigh snapped my attention forward once again. The plate was clean, not even the bone was left.

"I don't think what you ask for is possible," I said, going back to the subject, thinking it would be for the best at the moment.

"Where is your brother now?" Sarah asked, reminding me that we were not alone in the room.

"My brother is at home and doing well. I'm grateful that he is doing better. Don't get me wrong. But that's not the point I'm trying to make. By right, they should be dead. Those are our laws. Not many things can weaken out kind, and to do so either shows great power or even greater stupidity. I'm not gonna' kill em'. But I sure as hell plan on scarein' da livin' shit outta' em'"

"Look, we are not askin you to do this right away. But think on it. Nazari has a point. It's not fair to you not to be able to face them in the long run. This is not only giving her a chance to face them, but you as well," David said, glancing back at the clock behind him. He nudged Nazari's shoulder and pointed back at the clock. She laughed when she looked back at it, her laugh sounding tired and worn.

"Maybe we can continue this at another time perhaps. Shall we say nine at my place?" she asked, producing a pen and a sheet of paper out of nowhere. She wrote the address down quickly and pushed it in front of me.

"Go there, though you will probably have an encounter with someone else before then. If any of them ask, tell them that Nazari sent for you. They shouldn't give you any problems after that."

"They?" I couldn't help but ask.

"The rest of my pack. The only one you really have to look out for is Leo. However, at the moment he is out of town so, like I said, you shouldn't have any problems what so ever," she said, standing and walking out the door.

"So what do we do?" Nick asked, after Nazari and David left.

"She doesn't seem like she wants any trouble," I mumbled, honestly willing to go to the address and check things out.

"Are you wiling to go?" Grissim asked.

"Yea sure, why not?"

"Fine, you, Nick, and Warrick can go. But I want updates, and call if there is any problems."

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"Are you sure that is wise Nazari? I mean, inviting them to the house. Do you really want them to die?"

"They are not going to die David. I'll make sure they are escorted if need be. You will meet them and keep them safe correct?" I questioned, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard. We had not too long ago got back to our actual house. It felt right what I did. But I couldn't help but shake a feeling of…dread that was coming over me. Like maybe I could be the one to meet them and not David. However, him and I both knew that I needed to take care of my brother before anything else could be done. Sure my brother trusted David, but its just something about a vampire and an injured wolf they just don't mix. And I knew humans would be no better, but they needed to see, they needed to understand.

David nodded and left the room leaving me alone to rummage through the cupboards and the refrigerator for food. It was when I sat down at the small round table near the window, when my brother hobbled into the room, sitting heavily in the chair across from me. No words were exchanged, but I pushed my bowl in front of him and stood and got another and filled it with cereal.

"You know, I'm kinda' getting sick of you guys doing that every time I enter a room," he said through a mouthful of food. I arched an eyebrow and snorted, starting to eat my own food.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I commented, finishing my food in record time.

"Sure you don't. Who were you guys talking about?"

"That, my dear brother is nothing of your concern. You'll find out soon enough I assure you."

"Nazari, when was the last time you willingly gave up information without putting up a fight."

"This morning actually," I said, leaving him alone.

I knew exactly what he was talking about. David and I often found ourselves doing things for him that many would not do. But can you blame me? What would you do if your younger brother, one of the strongest people you know, is reduced to a pile of flesh that cannot fend for himself. When Alec first woke up from his coma, his green eyes held no recollection of me or David, and that hurt the most. And I prayed, that if and when they came, they would understand. Understand why I wanted to come face to face with my brother's attackers. But until then, I was going to get some muck needed sleep.

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I really did want to know more about Nazari. Nick would jokingly toss around 'Curiosity killed the cat' and other jabs like that, but for some reason I couldn't shake that his words had other meanings. Meanings I knew were not intentionally given by him.

"I'm just plain old screwed."

Sorry it took me so long to update, the next chapter should be up soon.