Author's note: This here is the longest chapter I have ever written. And I didn't even put in everything I was planning to. It's over seven pages, and I just felt I had reached the right stopping point. Next chapter, we'll get some trio action, some more intrigue with Anya, and Marcus will debate over, well, can't give everything away. I'm afraid to say though, that my muse has come up with a plot twist/point that is quite cruel. But, it will bring more Kraven torture, ultimately. Anyway, thanks SO very much for all the reviews, and hope ya'll like this chapter!!! And please review. Sorry for the shameless beg.

A/N2: Oh, and BtVS fans, movie or TV show, I have nothing against that franchise, I think the movie is ok, and the show was ok as well. And I am American, just so you know. I mean no offense to anyone or any country (especially my own, I happen to be proud of my country).

Disclaimer: I only own the characters not present or mentioned in Underworld the movie, the novelization, or the script, or even the comic. Nor do I own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I mean no harm, I simply had to write my own sequel, and bring Lucian back. And Sonja. Don't sue me, please. Oh, and I would like Lucian, until you need him for his part in the sequel. Which he needs to be in. Savvy?

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CHAPTER 9: UNEXPECTED DEVELOPEMENTS

Lucian smiled grimly. Sunrise at last. Time to leave. Time to return to Hungary. They would arrive in Budapest and regroup, before heading to the old fortress in Moldavia after joining with Michael and the pack. Unless Michael had led them to the old fortress, which would not surprise him. It was the smartest, safest move they had at the moment.

"Everyone is ready, Lucian," he heard Erik inform him from the doorway. Lucian looked up from where he sat in the library. Rising, he nodded.

"Good, then let's not keep them waiting," he replied smoothly, eager to leave. The end was so near, he could feel it, more so than that fateful night now two weeks ago. He longed for his pendant yet again to hang from his neck, he worried for Michael and his own vampire lover, and for his pack there.

"Are you sure going to Budapest is a good idea?" Erik asked. "And not simply going straight for Moldavia?"

Lucian nodded. "I have to make sure the pack isn't still in the city. I'm almost positive, since Michael has my memories, he'll lead the pack to the fortress. But," he continued, "I can't be sure."

Erik nodded and followed Lucian.

***

Kraven smirked as he closed the blinds of his window. Anya had given him money and a car, plus clothes, sending him into the city to find a place to stay for the now. Once the sun had set, she would slip away from Ordoghaz and they would meet to discuss just what it was she had in mind.

He was alive, and it was now sunrise. He was safe, for the moment. And that was all he needed to ensure his survival for a while longer. He would outlive the last of the Elders, he would make sure of it.

"Well, I suppose I must rest until nightfall," he mused to himself, with a sigh. He would love to have seen the expression on Marcus and Erika's faces when they heard of his escape, but would simply have to settle for Anya's descriptions.

He still could not believe Erika was Marcus' consort. But then, she was his type. And Erika had done all she could to get into a position of power by attempting to become the lover of a male in a higher class. But it had been different when she had come after him, her own sire and the at-the-time most powerful vampire in Europe. Now she had betrayed him to the last Elder, whether before or after she had jumped into the vampire's bed he didn't know. Nor did he care anymore. All that mattered was that they would both pay.

They all would. At least Viktor and Lucian already had.

***

Lucian boarded the jet, followed by Rudolf, Erik, Diana, and a few other lycans. It was nice enough, not too crowded, at least at the moment, and clean, with fairly comfortable looking seats.

None of it mattered or even registered in the leader's mind. All he could think about was the last time he had been in an airport, the emerald eyes that had caught his for one fleeting, beautiful, and cruel moment. He sat down in his chair once he found it, still going over every detail of the familiar face.

It had either been a hallucination, or there was now someone walking around that looked exactly like his beloved princess. It may have been six hundred years since he had gazed upon his precious Sonja's face, but he still remembered every detail as if he had seen her every day every year since the start of the accursed war.

And that face he had seen, those eyes he had stared into, had been hers. There was no denying it. But he was almost positive now that it had all been in his mind, the sight of Selene and Michael reminding him of his own eerily familiar situation. Causing him to want to see his beloved once more so badly, outside of his memories, that he had simply created the delusion.

"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" Rudolf asked quietly, cutting through the haze that had formed around Lucian's thoughts.

The lycan elder turned to face his nephew. "Am I that obvious?"

Rudolf smiled sadly. "When it concerns her, yes. You get this look in your eyes, bittersweet could not come close to describing it and yet it is the only word I can think of. Joy and despair fill them, and you almost seem to leave and travel back to the past," Rudolf explained.

Lucian chuckled softly at the statement. "Yes, I believe I do. Or at least a part of me does. But she is never truly off my mind. A portion of my thoughts are always about her, thinking of her, remembering her. She was my life, and I must think of her constantly if I wish to keep it." He shook his head, staring down at his hands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking," they heard over the speakers, and Lucian sighed. At last, the time had finally come. Time to go back home, time to officially return from the land of the dead.

***

Marcus silently left his chambers alone, fully clothed in once again in his Elder robe. He had told Erika she did not need to witness the execution, his tone softly pleading. He had seen too many in his time already, and even though Kraven was a traitor and the cause of so much misery for the vampires, she did not need to see such a brutal show before she even reached her first century.

Erika had reluctantly agreed, and it pleased him greatly that she wanted to accompany him even to the gruesome execution. Because even though she may have hated Kraven, she hadn't necessarily wanted him to die. She probably would have preferred he be kept alive and tortured for several centuries.

"So, you made the servant your consort," a familiar, slippery voice said and as he turned a corner, he found himself face to face with Anya. Her eyes were pale blue, and her smile was dark. "I'm surprised at you, going so low. She's nothing more than a girl-child compared to you, if even that," Anya continued.

Marcus' eyes narrowed, but otherwise he showed no sign of the rising urge to rip Anya's throat out. "Better a girl-child than a viper," Marcus replied calmly, satisfaction at Anya's furious look cooling his own anger a bit. "But it's really none of your concern. And," he went on, stepper closer, "if I ever find you near her, or even suspect you mean her any harm I will gave you an ear to ear grin, below your mouth," he warned her, his tone threatening. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have an execution to attend."

He walked away, unaware of the knowing smirk Anya threw his back as he left, or the fact that she had caught the slight change in his scent.

***

Lucian looked around at the carnage before him. Five horses, ripped and torn, their coats soaked with their own blood. He saw one still struggling to breath, its chest rising and falling faintly, not even perceptible to mortal eyes most likely. Pity swelled in him and he walked over to it.

Its eyes were open and it looked up at him in fear. It tried to move, whinnying softly as Lucian kneeled down beside it.

"Shh, shh. It's all right, I won't harm you," he softly whispered. He examined it, his eyes closing when he was done. Just as he had feared, it would not survive. "It's disgusting, how he kills even your kind so cruelly," Lucian said to the dying beast. He sighed and unsheathed his sword. "I'm sorry," he told the horse before raising the blade only to bring it down on the horse's neck.

And Viktor said he and his kind were better than Lucian's. That they were mere beasts. And yet, it was the lycans who killed their food quickly, it was lycans that treated animals they did not feed on with respect and gentleness, it was the lycans that had mercy.

"Where are you, Viktor?" Lucian asked as the wind whistled through the leaves of the forest nearby. He stood, walking out of the stables only to find another body rips to bloody shreds. This time though, it was human. Male and older, probably just past his prime. Lucian passed the body without checking it for breath. No human could survive that beating. He slowly, warily entered the fairly large home, his sword ready.

"What have you done?!" Lucian hissed when he saw what was left of what he assumed was the family of the dead man outside. An older woman, her throat and chest slashed open, and Lucian saw that Viktor had drunk of the woman's heart. A younger female was located several feet away, the same wounds as the first.

He shook his head in loathing and disgust as he headed down a hallway. He looked inside each room, searching for the Elder or any survivors. He opened one door to find two girls, mere children, torn apart practically.

Seething with rage, he nearly lost all control and let the moon's power once again overcome him. But he growled and fought the primal urge down. If there was a chance that someone had survived the massacre, he did not want to frighten them any more than they already had been.

Lucian searched the whole house, but found no more corpses and no survivors. He snarled in rage and frustration. Then he faintly heard the Elder's voice.

Quickly leaving the house, he sniffed the air, trying to determine where Viktor was, which way he had gone. The air was filled with the smell of death and the Elder's own vile stench. Suddenly he heard a horse whinnying.

But there were no living ones left, he thought to himself, running around to the back of the house. In the dim moonlight, he saw two horses racing off, very familiar figures atop each.

Viktor and Kraven. And someone else, a young woman it seemed, sitting in front of Viktor, the Elder's left arm holding her on the galloping animal. Long, raven black hair and fairly pale skin was all he could see of her, but he knew she must have been from this family, since she was dressed only in her nightgown.

So, you decided to take a different kind of victim this time, did you, Viktor? And what will you tell her, I wonder? That she was the victim of the war, that rabid lycans came and slaughtered her family? Yes, you most certainly will, I'm sure.

Lucian cursed the skies. He had come too late and another family had bee ruined and destroyed because of the cruel Elder. He walked off, he would not be able to take on the Elder now that he had fed himself past the point of gluttony. But Viktor would pay one day, he would suffer justice for those he destroyed.

***

Michael slowly opened his eyes, taking in everything he had just witnessed through Lucian's. He looked over at Selene, now asleep in his arms. He stayed where he was, not wishing to wake her now that she had finally fallen to slumber. He reckoned it must have been because it was day and her natural time to sleep.

He remember when she had told him of her family, of what had happened to them. He remembered the brief glimpse of the girl Viktor had taken, of the victims he had left behind. That had been her. Lucian had been tracking Viktor, not the other way around. He had been seeking to kill Viktor, to keep the Elder from ruining more lives.

And all this time, Selene had believed otherwise. Michael tightened his grip around her slightly, careful not to wake her. He had the feeling it was the small part of Lucian in him that made the action happen, but he was not positive.

The memories had been ones that had taken place more recently, as though they were finally ready to move past Sonja. The part of Lucian in him was becoming less powerful and less separated. Like they were blending now, and Lucian was giving up his hold on Michael. It was a welcome change, though he hoped he would keep the qualities of leadership Lucian had passed on to him.

Sighing, he closed his eyes, blocking out the sounds of the pack as they settled in. He decided to get some more shut eye. He would probably need it.

***

Kahn had never before felt the dread he felt now as Lord Marcus approached him and the other Death Dealers. He had no idea how Marcus would react, but it would not be pleasantly, of that much the veteran Death Dealer was certain.

"Something is wrong," Marcus stated as he neared the group of warriors. "And I am assuming it has to do with Kraven."

The other Dealers bowed their heads in shame as Kahn nodded and answered. "Yes, my Lord. He has somehow escaped," Kahn informed the Elder. "We're not sure how, Brian is missing from his post, Kraven most likely killed him."

Marcus closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. "Search the entire mansion, for anything that will tell us what happened, and as soon as night falls, I am leading the Death Dealers on the hunt for the rat!" Marcus roared before turning swiftly and striding away so that his Elder cloak billowed behind him.

Kahn turned to the others. "You know your orders, go!" he told them and walked off to alert the others. He shook his head. The ex-regent was causing more problems than the lycans it seemed.

***

Erika sighed. She hated staying behind while Marcus went to the execution, but she hadn't been able to refuse him when he had requested her not to come. She could barely stand when he gave her the look he'd used as he asked, much less argue!

"You are hopeless, you know that?" she told herself, getting out of the more than comfortable bed. Quickly dressing, she decided to go and see if Kraven's punishment was over yet or not. True, Marcus would come back once it was, but she felt a little stir crazy. Walking out of the room, she was met by one of the older vampires, Anya.

"Hello, is it Erin?" the aristocratic female asked condescendingly. Her pale blue eyes stared at Erika with a mightier-than-thou contempt, and Erika's defenses immediately were raised.

"Erika," she hissed back, her eyes narrowing and the blue turning pale to match Anya's. "What do you want?" she demanded, not caring to act polite.

"My, my, what a temper you have, Eliza," Anya scolded mockingly, deliberately saying the wrong name. "I simply wanted to congratulate you on your new position as Marcus' consort. Although, knowing him, it won't last for long. He'll probably have had his fill of you before the next full moon. Which is in two weeks, I believe."

Erika seethed over the comment, her jaw clenching and her hands balling into fists. Two could play that game. Yes, indeed they could.

"Thank you, for the advice," she replied coolly. "I'm sure you speak from experience. But trust me, it has nothing to do with Marcus or any other male that dropped you. You brought it on yourself, I'm sure of as well." Much to Erika's satisfaction, Anya's eyes narrowed to slits and she scowled. Almost pouting, really. Erika resisted the urge to smirk, and simply smiled sweetly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be going."

Anya reached out and grabbed Erika's arm though, stopping her from moving. Erika glared at the older vampire as she leaned in, sneering. "I would watch it, young one. I haven't lived nearly a millennia only to see a servant rule over me." Anya spat out the word servant with disgust, and Erika nearly growled.

"I think you are the one who should be careful," Erika warned. "I'm not the one threatening an Elder's consort right in front of him," Erika told the older vampire smugly.

Anya's eyes widened and she turned to see Marcus at the other end of the hall, glaring at her. Fear flickered in her eyes momentarily. Then something even more frightening happened, something that scared Erika a bit herself. Marcus was suddenly between the two females, as if suddenly teleporting there.

Erika wondered if this was an Elder trait or something he had because of the lycan blood mixed with his. Anya's reaction confirmed the later.

"How did you?" she asked, frightened and shocked.

Marcus growled. "I warned you, Anya, I told you to stay away. If we did not have a small crisis on our hands, I would order the Death Dealers to lock you up until I decided a fitting punishment. But for now, that will have to wait," Marcus told her. "Now get out of my sight, before I simply kill you now."

Anya shrank away, quickly turning and hurrying off without actually running. Erika was more than happy to see her go.

"Are you alright?" Marcus asked, turning to face her. His features softened and became worried almost, delighting Erika. It was nice to know he cared that much.

She nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. Just a little pissed off, but nothing more." She then remembered something Marcus had mentioned. "What's wrong, you said there was a crisis?"

"Oh, yes," Marcus sighed. "Kraven, the bastard, escaped somehow. Tonight, I'm going to lead the Death Dealers on a hunt for him." He closed his eyes in exasperation. "I swear, when we find him, I'll kill him myself, laws and traditions be damned."

Erika placed a hand on his shoulder. "You should be careful, Anya knows something is off with you," Erika said, coming nearer. That's when she really took notice of it, the peculiar scent of him. She had never been near a lycan, except for Michael, if he could count, and did not know their smell. She had never been around an Elder, and did not know if they perhaps smelled slightly different, being the oldest of their kind. But now she realized, as she took in the scent of him, that he must have the scent of lycan mixed in with vampire. She had always noticed he carried a different scent from the other vampires.

"Marcus, you must be very, very careful, your scent is strange," she told him. "I think you may smell of lycan."

"Wonderful, as if it wasn't already hard enough to keep that part of me hidden," he said wearily. "Perhaps I should simply reveal myself. I am an Elder, and many would not dare challenge an Elder, especially a descendant of Corvinus and the last Elder remaining," he mused to her.

"Do you think it is safe?" she asked him.

Marcus stared down into her eyes. "I don't know.

***

Rudolf glanced over at his uncle, glad to see Lucian was at least had his eyes closed and was seemingly resting. He then turned his attention back into the ridiculously stupid vampire movie. He loved it, of course. He often wondered if they would get a quick surrender if they somehow were able to force the vampires to watch some of these movies.

Probably wouldn't last a day.

This movie was, oh what was the name? Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Yes, that was it. He vaguely remembered hearing that there was a series based on it. He shook his head, smiling. While many countries put out bad vampire flicks, America seemed to produce them ten times for each one that didn't come from the young country. But then America seemed to make more movies than many countries combined.

Of course you had you crappy werewolf flick as well. He shuddered when he remembered that one Howling movie. He believed it was the seventh, but he couldn't be sure. Horrible. Disgustingly ignorant as well. It was slightly insulting though how vampires got much, much more movies based on them than lycans did.

But then again, he thought while watching the very blond "slayer" attack Paul Ruebens, that might not necessarily be a bad thing.

Chuckled at a joke, glancing again at the lycan beside him. He was worried about Lucian. He wondered what effect this change had on his uncle. He wondered what it was that made him seem more despairing then he had been for several centuries. At first he had been seething and sorrowful. But as the years passed and the war evolved, he had become more and more self-controlling, restraining, and determined. The sorrow never left his eyes, nor the suppressed rage, but they were the only signs that remained to hint of the tragedy that began the gruesome war.

But now he had seemed much more yearning, as if something very specific had made him think on her and nothing but her. He supposed it could be the fact that he no longer wore her pendant, but something told him that wasn't it.

Rudolf sighed and turned back to the movie. He had been there, six centuries ago. He too had been born in slavery, and only twenty years before the death of Sonja and the lycan revolt led by his vengeful uncle. He hadn't even been allowed to fight for the first ten years of the war. He wasn't supposed to until he was fifty, but Lucian had allowed him to begin fighting in smaller battles after the death of his parents.

Another stupid joke was made, and Rudolf chuckled slightly, but kept quiet. He didn't want to disturb Lucian. He pushed away his worries and memories, cuts almost opening up again, and focused on the movie. Kristy Swanson was about to kill Rutger Hauer.

At least the only had time for one more movie, and a short one at that. It would be good to see his native land again.

***

Selene woke up to the sensation of a warm body pressed against hers, arms wrapped around her, her own arms returning the instinctual embrace. Skin against skin, she had never woken to this before. She tried to push away the voice in her head that said she liked it and opened her eyes.

Michael was asleep beside her, his slumber appearing peaceful at the moment. Hopefully he had been given a small reprieve from the torrent of mostly unpleasant memories. He needed his rest, the war was far from over, and he was, unfortunately, the only one who had any chance of leading the lycans into victory.

She looked around, trying to decide if she could move without waking him. But then, did she want to move? It was quite comfortable in his embrace, his warmth. He still tasted of the sun, his skin still tan form the exposure to it.

How long had it been since she had felt the sun? More than a century, but it mattered little. Viktor had taken her from the sun, turning her to ice. But she now felt warmth, the closest thing she had to ever seeing the sun again.

Closing her eyes, she decided to simply settle in next to him, slightly under him almost. She still felt sleep tug at her, it was her natural time to sleep, and it had been so long since she had allowed herself rest. It was almost frightening, how comfortable he was, how right it felt, being here, with him.

Selene shoved those thoughts away, determined to either sleep and simply lie in silence and not think about her feelings for Michael. Now wasn't the time, she couldn't and shouldn't focus on their relationship until after the war.

Suddenly, she felt him move and his breathing changed ever so slightly, alerting her that he was now waking up slowly.

"I see you're awake now," he whispered groggily, taking one arm from around her waist - she refused to acknowledge the cold feeling that came over her when he did - rubbing his eyes. "Do you wish to sleep longer?" he asked softly.

She stared into his dark eyes, like a puppy's almost. Of course, that's all he was age-wise compared to the lycans and even herself. She shook her head.

"No, we should check on the lycans," she stated, suddenly desperate to escape his heat. "Make sure all of them are here and that there were no problems."

Michael nodded, agreeing reluctantly. "Yes, I suppose you're right." He let go of her - again, she ignored the coldness that washed over her - and stood up, reaching out his hand, offering it to her.

She took it, for reasons she didn't think she could ever have, and started to walk out of the room. A hand grabbing her arm gently stopped her, and she turned to see Michael staring at her strangely. "What is it?" she asked, the tiniest hint of impatience in her voice.

"There's something I think you should know," he replied. "Something I dreamt, saw from Lucian memories." He waited, making sure she was paying attention and not just waiting for him to finish so they could move on. "Lucian tried to save you, and you family," he told. "He was following Viktor, not wanting to wait until he became a hybrid to kill your sire. He knew about Viktor's periodical slaughters, and wanted to stop it, and to take his vengeance."

Michael paused for a moment, and Selene blinked rapidly, several times. Her head lowered and she took this shock in. All along, Viktor had said he had been tracking the lycans but had arrived to late to save her family. And all along, it had been the other way around, though Viktor probably hadn't known it. If he had, he surely would have tried to kill any lycan following him, especially if he found out it was Lucian, alive and well. She felt something eat at her, feelings of guilt and betrayal rising again. She pushed them away.

Later, Selene. Later you can deal with them, and Michael, and everything else. Now is not the time.

"He saw Viktor, riding off with you and Kraven, who must have come from a hiding place in the forest, as none of your horses were alive," Michael continued. "He tried to see if any of your family was alive, but no. Only one horse, which he had to put down."

Barely even registering the act, Selene nodded. She looked up and met Michael's eyes. "We should go check on the others now," she said, at a loss for anything else to say. What were you supposed to do when you found out something like this?

"I know," Michael replied and let go of her arm. The left the room, heading to find the pack.

***

Anya stared at the Death Dealer tied up on her bed. Brian was his name, she vaguely remembered. She smiled cruelly at his unconscious form, thinking of all sorts of things she could do to pass the time till he woke again. She had plans for this one. He was her own, sired by her not even fifty years ago. He had been strong and tough then, which was why he had gone straight to the Dealers' clan. But he was hers, first and foremost.

And she planned on making him remember that. Her mind wandered back to her encounters with Marcus, remembering the way he had smelled, how he had moved so quickly. The smell, which she hadn't noticed before, almost reminded her of lycans, their awful, disgusting stench still in her memory form the old days when they had been nothing but slaves. But that was impossible, there was no way he could have been around a lycan, much less would have been. But his speed, it was impossible as well. The Elders couldn't move like that, not even Viktor.

So how had he done it? Why did he smell so odd, almost like those filthy mutts they were fighting? And what the bloody hell did he see in that tramp?

Anya quickly decided to tell Kraven this, to see if he could have any clue, since he seemed to know all of the secret nowadays. Though it would be quite low to ask him of all people. Especially since she was nearly five centuries older than him.

***

Lucian woke, reluctantly, as he felt the jet landing. Finally, he thought. He supposed waking from sweet oblivion only to find that they had finally arrived back in Budapest was a fair enough trade. He unbuckled his seatbelt, and waited impatiently for them to be allowed to get up and off the jet. He was itching to see the pack, to return to Moldavia, to get his pendant back!

And he was simply sitting at the moment, waiting for permission to stand. And Rudolf was trying to hide his smirk beside him. Silently, he fumed.

***

Michael stood outside, watching the sunset. He almost wish Selene could see it, it was lovely tonight. The clouds were dark purple and the sky a bright pink before turning light purple then darker, until it became a darkening blue. It was range right around the sun before it turned pink.

All of the pack had made it there safely and without incident, for which he was extremely thankful. At least something could go smoothly and without causing more problems for him to solve. He was amazed Lucian had been alpha for six hundred years. He hadn't even been leader for six weeks and already he felt like ripping out his hair.

Which he was sure would grow right back, rather quickly, and he'd have to do it all over again.

A sigh escaped him and he turned his back on the fading light. Tonight they would go through the supplies, try to determine the best course of action, and rest. He entered the fortress again, looking around at the ruins. He saw flashes of visions, bits of Lucian's memories here. He tried to see if memories of the night Lucian was supposedly killed would come, but they did not want to be remembered yet it seemed.

"We should get started," she said from his side. Selene walked off, glancing back at him momentarily to see if he was following.

He nodded, used to her abrupt, matter-of-fact attitude that she put on most of the time. Especially when something she didn't know how to handle happened to her. He understood. He might even would do the same thing if he had been through all that she had.

They entered the largest room in the ruined castle, which they had made the main room for counsel and planning. Most of the lycans stared in there anyway, conversing and sometimes sparring playfully with each other. The part of Lucian in Michael had often made him shout at them to stop, that they needed to save their strength, but for the most part he let them be.

All eyes turned to them, knowing it was time for a meeting. Silence filled the room, and the pack bowed their heads slightly to Michael.

"First off," he began, going straight to business, "we must put all the food and medical supplies in the safest room, and make sure we have enough for at least two days. W shall then store all the weapons in there as well, except for a few personal ones that you may keep if you wish to." Michael was about to speak again, when Xander - who had been on watch - came bursting in.

"We have company, and I didn't recognize them," he alerted. Those not standing rose at the news and murmurs spread through the room.

Selene and Michael exchanged worried glances before Michael walked over to Xander. "Which direction and how far away were they?" he asked. He remained blank as Xander opened his mouth to answer, when someone cut him off.

"Twenty yard sand approaching fast from the east, but don't worry, they're with me" a hauntingly familiar voice said from the shadows and everyone looked over to see Lucian, champion of the lycanthropes and the first alpha since their enslavement, their fallen leader, step into the dim light of the torches and silvery moon. Gasps were heard, but Selene and Michael could only stare in shock as he smiled at the pack.

"I believe my death not being factual is becoming a bit of a habit now," he stated wryly, a smile forming on his lips.