Theo helped me from the car, keeping a steady hold on my hand.

Chris and the pack stood in the middle of nowhere, just a sea of sand, with some mountains in the horizon. Above us was a clear, deep blue sky filled twinkling stars and a silver crescent moon. It almost took my breath away, the beauty of it all.

Chris broke the silence with his strong voice, "Ambrosio Dorado has had his whereabouts hidden, but through the Calaveras pulling a few strings in my favor, a couple of the Dorado men have agreed to meet with us here. You all let me do the talking. They will not be like me, and they may be tempted to shoot any of you."

"Then why the hell are we here and not watching from afar?" Theo asked. "Because they need to know that you're just as serious about stopping this creature as I am." "Fine, but the first gun that gets pointed at me is going straight up their ass."

It felt like forever, but eventually, in the distance, we saw a vehicle approaching. As fast as they were going, it didn't take them long to reach us, and they parked right between our cars.

From the drivers' seat, out stepped a man with beautiful russet colored skin and snow white hair. It was obvious that he was an older man, but part of me wondered if he really looked his age. I had no doubts that this man could still kill with ease. From the passenger side stepped a younger man, no more than his early forties, who shared the skin color, but his hair was raven black, almost blue in the dim light of the desert sun.

Both of them began looking the pack up and down, singling out which were supernatural and those of us who were human. When their gazes fell upon me, I nodded to them once.

After a moment, they finally stopped in front of Chris, who lifted his chin slightly in aknowledgement.

"Argent." The older man said, a heavy accent thickening his gruff voice. "Dorado." Chris answered. "What has brought you here to Mexico, to seek out a family that has not wished to be sought?"

"We have a problem," Chris said, motioning to all of us with his arm, "one I believe only your family could help with. You may all also be in danger."

"Danger is not uncommon, desconocido. We can handle anything." The younger man said, and the older man, I assumed to be his father, held a hand up to him. "Do not be prideful, mijo, let the man speak. You have peaked my curiousity, Senor, but that does not mean we can trust you easily."

"Our families fought together at one time. Do you recall any old stories?" Chris asked. "That was centuries ago, fellow cazador. Last I heard, your family was not faring so well."

Chris's face went tight, his shoulders rigid. "What you heard may be true," he said emotionlessly, "but regardless, our problem is beacause of your ascendants. Surely, you have family that you wish to protect." "Is that a threat?" The younger man asked, anger flashing in his eyes.

"It's a warning," Liam spoke from behind him. The man turned, immediately holding a gun to Liam. "No!" I said without thinking. The man's eyes swerved back to me, and slowly, he lowered the gun.

"Please," I said, stepping out of Theo's arm, "we don't have a lot of time. There is a monster in our hometown, and it's killing people. We've suspected that it can be taken down with gold, would you know anything about that?"

"It can't be..." The older man said, turning to his son, "A creature that needs gold to be put down... We haven't heard of such a monster in hundreds of years."

"But you've heard of them." Theo said, stepping forward himself. "It was our family's duty to protect the humans from such. We wiped them out ages ago, there isn't a possibility of them returning."

"And yet they have. It is seeking vengenace, and in its wake, it's leaving behind bodies, hurting our people." Cora said, surprising me by yanking my shirt up to reveal my bandaged side, "So, we want answers. Now."

Both of the mens' eyes glued to my side, and slowly the approached me. "How is it, chica, that you have survived the venom of the monster?" The older man asked. "The tail," I said, putting a hand to my side, "it caught me. Corey," I continued, pointing over to him, "has survived the venom."

Both men slowly looked up to Corey and surveyed him. Then they turned to face Chris.

"If this species really has come back to life, we will need more information ourselves. Come, we will take you to our place."

Without waiting for us to answer, they climbed back in the car and started the engine. We all hurried to ours as well, and then followed them out of the dry, sandy area. Within minutes, a little town began to appear, with homely little buildings scattered over dust and concrete.

Once outside of the city's boundaries, they turned and after a couple of miles, there came a small group of houses. "It's like these guys are a cult." Theo said, disgust coloring his words. "They are a hidden family." I responded, "That means that they don't want to be found. Who knows how long they have lived here."

"Still, I get this vibe like we won't all make it out alive." Theo joked. I smiled and playfully swatted his arm.

"Come, to the cellar. This is where we strategize when the time comes." Chris walked almost on the guy's heels. "Never got your name," Chris said matter-of-factly, making the older man chuckle. "Of course, where are my manners? Ambrosio Dorado, and this is my son Castanon. You may see my grandchildren about, perhaps my daughters."

"From what my father told me before, you chose to stay small. How have you fared with that?" Chris asked as we all reached the bottom floor.

"I have three children. They gave me four grandsons total. We still believe in remaining small." Ambrosio answered. A resonating crash came from the back of the dark bunker, and Ambrosio sighed. "Domingo! Sal de ahi!"

Within seconds, a young teen boy appeared, giving his grandfather a sheepish smile. "Sorry, abuelo." He said, wringing his hands. "Domingo! What have I said about going in that room?! It's dangerous!" Castanon came from the stairs to stand in front of the boy.

"I'm curious, papa. I'm sorry."

Castanon looked as though he wished to say something more, but refrained, giving the boy a slight smile and messing up his hair. "Go play with your brother and cousins, mijo. We have business to attend to."

The boy headed toward the stairs before spotting our group and came straight to us. "Are you guys here for help? Abuelo says the people who come here seek it." The boy's eyes landed straight on me, and Cora who stood beside me.

"Yes, we are here for help." Cora said, giving the kid no second glance. "What with?" "Nothing that your father can't tell you," Theo said, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me to him. "Theo," I scolded him under my breath.

With that, Domingo ran up the stairs and out into the fresh air. "He was just curious." I quoted him, smiling. "He was also studying you girls. I was a young teenager once too." I laughed and shook my head.

"Guys," Chris said, motioning for us to come join the table, "They're going to tell us the history of their family. Maybe this will explain why the wyvern in seeking revenge."

**I hope you like the introduction of the Dorado family! They'll be around for another chapter or more, and then it's back to Beacon Hills to fight back! Thank you all for reading, you're awesome!**