Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Prince of Persia OR the companies that make the games, OR anything from The Legacy of Kain; OR anything from Castlevania. I added on because of the special guest appearances at the end Author's notes by Raziel and Alucard.

A/N: Hmmmmm…I'm wondering if I should introduce the werewolves in the chapter or not…most likely, I will. Just keep reading and you'll know if I do. (frowns at pathetic persuasion of attracting readers)

Resurrected

Chapter 32

The four Vampires stayed close together as they stepped into the forest, wary of the littlest sound or minor sight. A soft blanket of fog began to surround their feet, but they didn't have to be thankful it didn't cloud their sight because of their excellent ears which were twitching and perking to anything they heard.

"Hey," Arsalan called out, "I'm feeling some weird vibes here."

"You probably have the jitters." His love replied with a smile. He narrowed his eyes at nobody in particular and looked around through the tall trees as if feeling the presence of an animal.

Beside Arsalan and Roya walked Kamal and his fledgling, and the Prince had to admit that he felt something strange in the air as well. Shahin, however, was acting as though he didn't notice anything odd at all. He just kept beside his sire, following the brisk but cautious pace of the other vampires.

"Stay your guard, my friends;" The Prince said, "I feel something is out of place in this forest." He added, sniffing the air a few times. He smelled…

Dogs.

(nightfall)

The group still moved briskly through the mysterious forest, not knowing where they were going but hoping they were heading in the right direction of The Temple of Rostam.

But a howl in the distance stopped them.

"That must be a werewolf." Kamal said. He was excited to see one for himself, but he couldn't say he was afraid of them. He'd seen far too many things that were much more grotesque and horrifying than what he'd heard about the werewolves. The other vampires around him did seem afraid, though.

He froze his thoughts when he heard a growl resonating from behind him. The vampires halted all of their movement and breathing patterns, because despite the fact that they didn't need to breathe, they were incredibly nervous. The Prince slowly turned and his eyes widened at what he saw. In front of him was nothing like he'd ever seen before.

Standing on all fours was the most gargantuan wolf he'd ever seen. It easily towered over him at 10 feet high, its paws big enough to crush him un-lifeless. The wolf's fur was as white as fresh-fallen snow and its eyes glowed eerily yellow in the darkness. Its bushy tail stood straight out upon facing the intruder of its forest. He heard its paws step forward and, with the vampire's surprise; heard the ground underneath the wolf's paws, crunch.

He looked down and discovered snow. Snow! He hadn't seen snow in so long since he was just an infant, or so his father had told him when he turned a teenager. Had his father not described what snow was, he wouldn't have known now during his meeting with the huge wolf. How strange it was that snow should fall on an island such as The Isle of Hadi, he thought. He heard the gasps of his friends and fledgling behind him as they spotted the enormous wolf for themselves.

All at once, the towering hound cocked his head confusedly and lunged down, and Kamal almost leapt out of the way upon fearing the lumbering beast would attack, but the wolf did no such thing. Instead, it began sniffing the vampire with its wet nose and even took a quick lick on the two-legged predator's face. Kamal grimaced, but he heard Shahin laugh from behind him.

The beastly wolf suddenly began shifting, morphing; changing into a much smaller size. The Vampires watched with awe as it took the shape of a slender woman wearing flowing, white robes and silver jewelry ear piercings and necklaces. She smiled and slowly walked forward to the Vampire before her.

"Greetings, vampires;" She said, particularly looking at the Prince. "I am called Layla. I gather you have heard of my kind, or you would not know to come here."

Awed, Kamal nodded dumbly. "We have." He said subconsciously. Layla smiled warmly again.

"We will not harm you, for you are like us in many ways. We have known one of your own kind before in our lifetimes, and from that experience we know that we have nothing to fear from you. But know this," She said, "…We do not take kindly to traitors in our lands."

"'We'?" The Vampire Prince asked her, wondering if for sure that there were more of her kind. His answer was the gathering of a large pack of gigantic werewolves prancing up in the snow, morphing down into humanoid forms. They approached the Vampires with wonder and curiosity. A few of them even remained in their wolven forms.

"Come friends," Layla said, "You must be tired from your journey. Rest in our village not far from here and drink your fill of blood from our kills to nourish yourself, for you are the only type of people we will ever tolerate." She said kindly. The Vampires nodded their thanks and agreed.

(Werewolf village)

"So," Arsalan started, sitting around a brightly burning campfire with his friends and Layla, wooden mugs of animal blood in the Vampires' clawed grips as they sipped them hungrily. "I thought you only turned into wolves when you see the full moon."

"We can change willingly, but we are temporarily disabled to morph when we see the full moon and are unable to change back into our human forms." She explained.

No reply came, but the vampires exchanged suspicious glances from each other. They still didn't completely trust the werewolves.

A/N: Short, I know. Next chapter should be better. PLEASE REVIEW!