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Adrian stalked through the hallway, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. His whole body felt numb, the only thing he actually could feel was the terrible ache in his chest.

'I could have saved him,' was what he always thought when ever the memory crossed his mind.

He walked out on to the Sky Deck and rested his hands on the rail. He stared out to the peaceful ocean, the crescent moon's light shimmering on the water.

The beauty, however, didn't take his mind off what had happened to his brother a year ago. That memory always reminded him of his hatred for werewolves; they were all savages blinded by hunger and blood lust. He gripped the rail tightly.

Adrian remembered how the Alliance felt at his brother Caleb's death. The comforting gestures, the anger, but what stood out to Adrian most were the looks he got from his fellow Hunters. Shame. Eyes would focus on him when he walked down the hall, hushed whispers about him being a disgraceful coward for letting a Hunter die.

'But that will all change when I kill this werewolf. The man who reported her said she was extremely dangerous and needed to be gone immediately. When she's eliminated, they will all be finally proud of me.'

Adrian looked out into the distance. "Caleb, I want you to know I'm sorry about what happened," his voice was barely a whisper, "I will make up for it, I promise."

But as he walked back towards his room, he couldn't help but wonder why all of a sudden, he felt wrong about killing this werewolf. He shrugged it off and continued down the hallway, but he couldn't get rid of the dark feeling that had taken residence inside him.

A man stood in a dark cell, eyes closed and brows furrowed in concentration. He opened his pale blue eyes as he got into a fighting stance. He hadn't trained in so long, the slow movements seemed almost foreign to him. He was unbalanced and wobbly at first, but after a few basic kicks and punches, his body found balance.

He began to add more complicated kicks, imagining opponents coming at him. His joints cryed in pain and his muscles screamed in protest at every move he did. But he pushed himself, sparring with the imaginary enemies.

He finally decided to rest, sitting on his stiff cott as he wiped the sweat off his face. His hand reached a place in the right side of his face were three long scars rested. Although they were thin, he could still feel the indentions of them where time had eventually healed the wound from a fight he was so sure he would win. He felt many things when he looked at the scars in the mirror. Humiliation, shame, but more than anything, he felt an undying anger.

Rage.

Damien remembered the one who had hideously scarred him and had him sent to this horrible prison for the rest of his life.

"You should be grateful that girl begged them not to execute you," a guard had once told him.

'Grateful? I'd rather die than be pitied and locked up my entire life,' he thought.

But he would get his revenge soon enough. When he would escape from here, he would change his identity and move into the human world to continue his plans. And without that mutt Bailey in the way, everything should work just fine. Of course he would had to have her gone by the time he made his escape, so he ordered Douglas to call an alliance of Werewolf Hunters. Douglas had been the only one of his henchmen who hadn't been captured.

'Or betrayed me,' Damien added to himself, remembering how Ayame had backed out at the last minute to help the mutt because she "didn't feel right" about the whole thing. But that was fine, because he'd learned his lesson. Not to trust any other Guardian. When he and the Shadowwarriors gained control and enslaved the humans, he would wipe out all the Guardians, including that traitor.

Bailey sat upright in her bed, Azer sleeping soundly on her lap. She stroked his scaly head, the small dragon beginning to snore. Bailey thought about the events that had happened in just the past couple of days.

'Surely that hadn't been a random assault in the alley the night before. No, it was too well thought out. That man knew I was a werewolf, but how did he know? And how had he been able to follow me? Also, why had Mr. White dissapeared so suddenly, with a new teacher ready to take his place? Where had Mr. Riley even come from? Was he related to Mr. White's dissapearence, or, even worse, did he have anything to do with when I was attacked in the alley?'

Bailey contemplated many theories until her eyelids began to feel heavy. She glanced over at the clock and sighed. 'I've stayed up until one o' clock again. No rest seems to be a thing with me lately.'

She picked up Azer off her lap, earning a small growl of protest from the dragon. She pulled the covers down and crawled underneath them. She stared up at the ceiling, her mind racing.

'Whatever's going on, it's not normal. And it's my job to deal with abnormal problems. Sometimes I think it would be so much easier to be a regular girl.'

Okay, not very long, I know. But at least I re-introduced Damien, even though not very well. Other than that I really don't have anything else to say about this chapter... So I'll just get to the thank you for the review.

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