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When they came to the Hall of the Princes, Roma noticed that Jayden was very close to her, "You know, I can find my own way, thank you very much!" she spat at him, her eyes flashing as she sped up her walking, heading towards the double doors of the pulsing dome.

She flinched as it's energy rushed through her, making her heart pound and her head throb. Jayden strolled back with hurt in his eyes as he followed her, making sure to stay far away as possible now.

"Okay, so what do you want, Sire?" Roma shouted across the Hall of the Princes at the dark prince sitting on his throne. Gasps could be heard around Roma when she realized there were few other vampires around her.

Mika glared at her but said nothing. Standing up, the tall vampire prince got up from his throne and store Roma down. Other vampires in the hall looked at him and Roma with wide eyes, most leaving.

Roma stood her ground, returning the prince's hateful glare. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she hated the dark prince so much. Finally Mika let a wry smile spread across his face.

"Now, let's talk about your future," the prince ran his long fingers through his black hair. Roma felt her eyes widen and then narrow. She didn't like the sound of the prince's words.

"Where's Darren?"

"Oh, that doesn't matter right now. All that I have to tell you is that, well..." Mika paused dramatically, "Darren decided not to train you anymore."

Roma gasped, feeling the ground under her feet sway, "N-no, no way. You lie." Even as she said this she had her doubts, her voice was hoarse and she felt tears push their way out of her eyes. Roma swiped a rough arm across her eyes, "No way..."

Mika nodded happily, "Yes way, little woman. Your hopes of being a General is totaled." The dark prince seemed quite happy with the news, bouncing a little as he said his words.

"What's your problem?" Roma snarled with sudden hatred, "Why don't you want me to be a General? It's because I'm a woman and blind, huh? You sexist pig!"

"Roma..." she felt a soft touch on her arm, Jayden was looking at her with pleading eyes. Roma let a growl rumble in her throat, "You knew this was going to happen, huh? Was is everyone against me?" she wailed, suddenly too tired to hold back her tears and sorrow. The young vampire woman felt her warm tears drip off her nose as she hung her head.

"Tsk, this proves that women are not fit to be Generals...too bad Arra didn't back down. I would have liked it if she worked in the kitchen." Mika moved away from his throne and brushed past Roma, "Little, girl, you're just too out of your league." With that the dark prince left with a 'humph'.

A shocked silence hung over the hall as Roma replayed the scene over and over again. The few vampires who witnessed it stood backwardly around. Jayden blinked, "Roma, I swear I d-didn't know-"

"Save it. You're just like the rest of them. Stupid. Selfish." Shaking her head, Roma headed out the double doors of the pulsing dome.

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Larun

A young wolf shuffled through the underground of the forest, almost getting buried by snow. The wolf grunted as he swiped a paw across his scarred muzzle to get the snow off.

"Wasting time," he panted as he continued on, his dark brown tail trailing behind him. The wolf traveled alone, since he didn't live in a pack. He was used to winters, but this winter was especially hard for him. He didn't have the thick wolf fur normal wolves had.

"Cursed of your father being a dog," Larun said in disgust for his dog father, "Nasty, nasty..." The dark brown wolf started to run, feeling the wind breeze through his fur. He blinked his blue colored eyes as he loped up a hill. He stopped to catch his breath. When he did, Larun smelt a familiar smell.

"Vampire? Vampires?" the scent was still lingering, as if some haven't been here long ago, "Wolf brethren!" Larun called to the sky, pawing the ground as he sat down.

"What are you doing here?" an angry voice suddenly snarled behind the scrawny wolf.

Larun sprang up, eyes widening in fear, "O-oh no..." he spun around and in front of him was a large, black wolf and six other wolves, "Feldeath..." Larun whispered as he felt himself shrink.

"It's the dog-wolf!" someone exclaimed from the pack, and as another said, "Mongrel! I knew he would come back!"

Larun felt hurt as remarks and sneers came from the wolves. He examined the pack until he saw one familial face, a dappled she wolf with a scar on her muzzle, "Rerka!" the dog-wolf felt his eyes water as he stared at the beautiful wolf in front of him. Rerka looked at him strangely, as if she didn't know Larun. He realized with a pang the she wolf wouldn't remember him.

Feldeath curled his lip at him, "Dog-wolf, what business do you have here? Didn't we make it clear that you aren't invited in our territory?" the black wolf took a step towards him.

"I-I was just leaving..." Wrong answer. The leader of the pack lunged towards him, catching Larun's shoulder with sharp teeth, "Ah!"

Wrenching himself out of the large wolf's grip, Larun weaved through the other wolves and fled into the trees, "Don't just stand there, get him!" Feldeath bellowed behind him.

Hurtling himself through the trees, Larun cursed his bad luck, "Why must these things always happen to me?"

A/N: YEAH! I am very happy for this chapter! Thanks for those who review and favorite my story!

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