Blodwen awoke from a bad dream about a couple hours later, groaning, when the clock read 2:30 AM. She sighed and let herself fall back on her bed, head hitting the pillow. No matter what she did, she couldn't get what happened that day out of her head, the day she lost her husband and family. The massacre that started the war between the vampires and the werewolves.
Now that she had been jerked awake by a bad dream of hers, she decided that she might as well get up and change into her pajamas. Sighing once again, she got up out of her bed and closed her door, seeing that it was open a bit, and headed over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top and changed into those. She looked out the window, to see the snow falling freely down. She went back over to her bed, and this time slid under the covers and checked some things on her phone before putting it back on the charger.
She had married Cian when she was 16 years old, but she had known him practically her whole life. Her parents had never set up any arranged marriages for any of their kids, instead, letting them choose who they wanted to be with. And she chose him, when he asked her father for her hand in marriage that is. Cian was mysterious and intimidating, but it depended on who the person was, he wasn't really unless one really knew who he was. And to her, he was loving, romantic to a point and he was a bit protective, but he knew when to stand down, knowing that she could take care of herself.
She had also been close to her father, Ansel. She was the only daughter of the family, so needless to say, he did spoil her a bit and he often took her to places with him. She had also been the only one to know about his affair with Esther, in which produced Klaus. When She first met Esther, she didn't like her, it was nothing personal, as Esther had been very nice to her, but she just didn't like her, but of course she didn't say this out loud, she was as nice and as polite as she ever was. Her father asked her not to say anything about this to anyone, and so, respecting her father, she didn't and kept it to herself, even though she didn't like keeping it from her mother, but she was a bit of a daddy's girl, she couldn't help it, she had pretty much been one since she was born.
I didn't tell my brothers and Noel, Aline and Abraham about this until after the massacre of our village, when I had pieced together who Mikael was and what happened. I had heard rumors from after what happened to that youngest child, he had Esther to turn the rest of their kids into vampires by magic, which what made them be called the Originals, I had basically figured out how Mikael found out about Klaus not being his. Klaus would have needed to kill someone in order to feed, and when he made his first kill, that triggered the werewolf gene and ultimately that very event is behind the cause of what started the long lasting feud.
Through the years, the original werewolves traveled around, mainly only taking residence in the United States, and staying under the radar. So they wouldn't be found out by the Originals. They had run into quite a few werewolf packs, but they didn't tell all of them that they were the original werewolves, as they were supposed to be a legend, that they all supposedly died in the massacre, but Blodwen herself didn't escape unscratched, she had a couple injuries herself, and she waited until he had moved on to the next to slip out of the back exit and managed to grab a few of her brothers along the way to run out to a safe hideout where no one but the pack knew about that their father told us to go in case something ever happened.
She rubbed her eyes and laid her head back on her pillow in attempt to try to get some more sleep, hoping that she wouldn't awake from another bad dream again, she hated those dreams that made her relive that night, even though for as long as she lived, she would never forget what happened.