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Chapter One- Ancient Hate

Howls of triumph sounded amidst screams of pain, both of which filled Alpha Atem with satisfaction. No vampire is going to harm any of my pack while I'm leader. He yawned and stretched his forelegs which made his extended claws seem longer than usual. He proceeded to his chamber, lost in thought.

Vampires had always been a problem for untold ages. They had a tendency to drain or turn humans at will as well as launch attacks on his people. He had no idea why they attacked, though human prey was probably the reason as Atem and his city were werewolves.

Atem growled softly. His kind were human during the day but wolves at night. They could talk and reason in addition to their wolf instincts but the full moon was when everyone reverted to actual wolves and attacked humans for food. They even turned humans on occasion though it wasn't necessary as they could reproduce and have werewolf children who were always born in daylight.

The vampires view our three night a month attacks as a threat to their food supply and decide to attack us. We prove that we are not so easily killed. We know of their weakness to silver and have crafted silver jewelry and weapons that we can wield in wolf form as the vampires' only other weakness is the sun. One would think their leader would stop launching attacks on us…or do vampires have a leader?

From his underground throne, Bakura growled angrily. Five vampires were sent to attack the werewolf city and it seemed all five died. How was it possible? How could a pack of mangy dogs outwit and kill five highly trained vampire thieves? He rose, strode to his coffin, removed his crown, climbed in, and closed it. He lay there, fuming, at losing more vampires. We will need to turn more humans, particularly criminals and thieves. Perhaps we should attack on the full moon when the pharaoh and his subjects are nothing more than animals, incapable of rational thought. Bakura smirked. If I kill the pharaoh on the full moon, the others will mourn and my kingdom will annihilate them. He closed his eyes and fell asleep as the sun rose. Across the village, his subjects also retreated to coffins to sleep and hide from the sun.

Atem yawned and stretched as he got out of bed. It was another beautiful day and he eager to start the day and tackle any problems that came along. However, when he took his place, there was only one, ongoing problem: The vampires.

"Pharaoh, five vampires were killed in last night's attack," reported his best friend and captain of the guard, Mahad.

"Five?" Atem repeated. "I know there had been an attack that was repelled but no idea how many."

Seto smirked. "They foolishly attack in small numbers and end up dying by our silver weapons. It is clear that we are far cleverer than a bunch of undead corpses."

"Seto, do not get overconfident," Aknadin scolded. "Vampires can be clever. It is likely that they have a young king who believes that they are smarter than we are. It is only a matter of time before he comes up with a cunning plan or cease attacks altogether."

"Then we should attack! Now! While the sun is still up!" Seto exclaimed.

"We don't know how many there are," Atem pointed out. "Nor where they had hidden themselves to avoid the sun. Also, the full moon is tomorrow night. We must set up our defenses and precautions to protect us while we are wild."

"Point taken, my pharaoh," Siamun said. "We will discuss our vampire problem after the full moon."

Seto frowned slightly. He felt it would be better to ride out to the vampire village and dispose of some vampires before dark, but also acknowledged that their monthly precautions needed to be examined and, if necessary, revised. Naturally, every werewolf would bear a variety of silver jewelry to protect themselves from any roaming vampires. It is a good thing that only our clothes meld with our skin and fur as the silver protects us from being killed by vampires. It doesn't protect us from being killed by normal people. We're capable of being killed the same as normal humans.

"Mahad," he said suddenly. "Is it possible there's a spell of some sort to protect us from being killed in general?"

Mahad shook his head. "I've scoured the library countless times, but no such spell or talisman exists. Our saving grace is that humans view us as normal wolves during the full moon. We don't usually leave the city the other nights."

Seto nodded. He remembered asking that very question a few years back when Mahad became a master magician. Mahad's powers were extremely strong, but were tied to his human form. He was as vulnerable as the others when he took wolf form.

Several minutes later, Siamun nodded approvingly. "All right. So our precautions from last month will be repeated this month as no fatalities occurred last month."

Atem was pleased to hear this as he said, "Mahad, run a patrol. Make sure everyone is safe and ready for tomorrow night. Also sniff out any humans you find and escort them out or imprison them."

"Yes, my pharaoh." He headed out to gather the guards. He took the safety of the city seriously. He split the guard into units and sent them out to check on the people and inform them that last month's precautions would be repeated. Mahad, however, took to sniffing out humans. He was not just a magician; he also had an unusually sharp sense of smell which made him well-suited to lead the guard. Of course, Atem had the sharpest senses of all as alpha.

He started with the outskirts with a few guards and found two criminals whom the guards took away. Mahad learned that innocence and evil had distinctive scents and he could tell the difference between them. He progressed through the city but could only smell werewolves. He wasn't disappointed as he considered a search with no humans to be a good search. He drifted toward the palace gates to await the guards when his nostrils flared. There's a human and so close to the gates! The revelation rankled him. How could a human have gotten so close without him detecting…her. Yes, it was female and an innocent as well. Her scent was so pure, like nothing he had ever smelled before. Curious, he followed that pure scent and found her, crouched by the gate wall.

She was, without a doubt, the most striking and unusual girl he had ever seen. She was fair of skin with long white hair and eyes as blue as Seto's. She trembled slightly as he approached. He crouched down and said, "Miss, it is not safe for you to be in this city. I would be happy to escort you to the city gate."

She looked into his face. "I came to find a friend and ask him a favor," she said softly.

"Oh?" Mahad was intrigued. A little more than half of the city were bitten into werewolves and all the children were werewolves born. She could not have befriended a human before he got bitten. Did she meet…a pureblood?

She nodded. "His name is Seto and the people I asked directed me here."

I was right: Seto is a pureblood just as Aknadin, the pharaoh, and myself are purebloods among others. "Well…I'm sorry I didn't ask your name."

"Kisara."

"Kisara. If you know Seto, I suppose I could make an exception and take you to the palace instead of leading you out of here." He stood and so did she."

"I am grateful, priest."

"I am Mahad."

Kisara smiled sweetly and Mahad felt Seto was lucky to have such a lovely friend. Perhaps they could be a couple though it is rare but not unheard of for a human and a werewolf to get together. I certainly wouldn't mind taking Kisara for a wife if I hadn't already been mated to Isis whom I love deeply.