Samira sits in her throne, waiting for the insignificant little pests to come into the throne room, walking right into their death.
Loren had gone after the intruders and was bringing them back.
A flapping of wings called her attention and she holds out her arm.
Two claws dig in her arm and she brings her arm to look at the creature that had landed.
"My little raven. Is my lord on its way?" The crow caws three times and she nods gratefully.
"He never fails me." She says.
Water is all over the place. Only she could see the amount of water in the air around her.
With her other arm, she thrusts her hand out, the water immediately following her movement and puts out the candles in the throne room.
"Thank you, my beloved pet." The raven caws and flies away to perch on a sill.
"Guys, shut up. Where did the dog go?"
She chuckles at the thought of her Loren becoming a dog to lead them to their doom.
"Children, quiet!"
Samira hears scratching and howling.
No doubt these were the werewolves.
There was straining noises coming from the other side.
"It...won't...open!" Someone said, the voice high.
"Let me. That monster has my little girl!" This was a man and she could tell the anger and hate in his voice was enough to create a few bottles of poison.
The man will be in a world of disappointment to realize that there was no girl here.
Just her and Loren.
After some banging and kicking and swearing, did the door finally budged.
Dust flew in and her hair flew back, the only thing that moved.
She moved her hand, causing the water to close the door and freezing the locks so there would be no escape.
"I can't see a thing in this dusty room." A girl yelled angrily.
"Tori! Get your butt out of my face!"
"You guys!"
"Children! Enough!"
"Maybe I can make some light."
Soon, a humming glowed and Samira propped her chin on her hand as she crossed her naked leg over the other, the shawl on her hip covering her legs.
"Jessie, can you make it brighter?"
"There will be no need for that." Samira announced as she signaled her raven to pull the lever to relit the candles.
"Who in the...?" A dark haired girl started to speak until her gaze fell on the woman on the blood red throne.
"Mira!" All the pathetic creatures said staring at her.
The werewolves stood and stared at her.
They had a guarded defensive stance.
"Mira! My little girl!" One of the adults with graying hair started to run to her while the other adult yelled at him to stop.
She flicked out her hand, contacting with his blood and bending it, causing the man to groan in pain.
"Mr. Lance!" The red head yelled as the golden haired werewolf started to run towards her but she simply did the same with that werewolf who whimpered.
"Mike!" The red head yelled as she started to make a move to run.
"Make a move and I'll kill your precious mate!" Samira yelled to the girl.
"You are such a bitch! Mira, stop fucking around!" Samira turned her gaze against the dark haired girl who had a defiant look on her face.
She decided to teach her a lesson.
She dropped her contact with the blood of the werewolf and man and tossed them back to the group.
"Mike!" The red head yelled as she ran to hold him.
The brown haired wolf sniffing and caressing the old man.
"What is your name?" Samira said as she stood up, the shawl on her hip falling to her legs.
There was a slight fear in the girls eyes.
Perfect.
"You know who I am! I'm Tori!" Samira noticed the crack in her voice that was barely noticeable.
She continued walking and stopped when a caw bought her attention.
She held out her arm and the raven perched on her arm.
"Is he here, my precious pet?" Samira cooed at raven.
A caw confirmed her question.
"Perfect." The raven flew away and a barking caller everyone's attention.
A golden retriever came and ran to Samira.
"Lightning!" Jessie yelled.
Samira chuckled.
"You are so pathetic. This is not a dog."
The dog glowed and a dark cloud swirled around the dog and it formed a body.
The body formed Loren.
"My queen." Loren said as he turned to Samira.
He grabbed her and was about to kiss her when an hate filled angry voice called out.
"Get your filthy hands off of her, you fucking dog!"
She turned her attention to a blonde haired, brown eyed teenager with muscles that were visible.
Their eyes met and locked.
A jolt of familiarity covered her but it went away.
Something was happening to her body, a small warmth and familiarity.
"Mira, it's me. Simon."
He sounded familiar.
"My queen." Loren said as he turned to Samira, grabbing her hand and kissing her knuckles.
She ignored the boy and turned to Loren.
"My lord." She whispers.
He leans in and whispers. "You know what you must do. I shall prepare the plans."
She nods and he disappears laughing.
Samira turns to the group, a seductive look on her face.
"You should not have come here. You will die slowly and painfully.
Samira was about to raise her hands when a candle whizzed past her.
She quickly and smoothly moved out of the way from the flaming candle.
The water came to her hand and formed a whip.
"You shall wish you have not done that."
Samira used the whip like water to smack at the one called Tori when the brown werewolf jumped in front of her, getting hit instead.
"Dave!" She yelled as the wolf hit the wall.
Samira didn't flinch as she used the whip to hit his paw and freeze him against the wall.
"How noble." Samira mocked.
"Stop it! This isn't you!" Jessie yelled as her hands glowed red with fire.
"Mira, stop, please." The old man had stood up and was staring at her.
He looked familiar to her and for a split second her eyes had gone hazel but the darkness chased away her memory of a girl laughing and running.
"He's your brother." Jessie yelled with tears in her eyes.
"I have no brothers!" She yelled as she used the whip on her but the golden werewolf jumped in front of her.
He was frozen instantly with his face the only thing movable.
"Mike!" Jessie yelled as she started to throw a fireball to melt him but Samira used her free hand to control the blood in her arm.
Jessie groaned as the fire fizzled out and she tried to gain control of her arm.
"Stop it!" The blonde haired girl yelled.
The black werewolf was in front of her, protecting her.
Samira dropped the control in Jessie and froze her everything but her face and hands.
She will not be able to use her fire and melt herself free.
Samira notices the water around the werewolf.
"Your mutt will not be able to protect you if he is unable to move." She made a show of running to the blonde hair girl but the black werewolf ran towards her, his teeth bare.
Samira whispered. "Come and get it."
"Derek! No!" Yelled the girl.
Samira thrusted her hand just as the wolf jumped in the air.
She bended the blood in his body and forced him to yield to the ground.
The black werewolf whimpered and growled as he struggled to gain control of his body.
Samira simply tightened the blood, forcing said werewolf to summit to her will.
"You really should have listened to your mate." She said, smirking.
He just growled at her.
"Now you shall die!"
Samira made his blood grow hot until he howled in pain.
"No! Stop! You'll kill him!" The other man said.
"Please! Leave him alone! I love him! Take me instead!" The girl yelled, tears falling down her cheeks.
Samira frowned.
"You are willing to die for this mutt?" Samira asked, confusion in her heart.
Simon saw her stance softening, the anger in her eyes softening.
He took it to his advantage and spoke.
"Yes! She would! Because she loves him! He loves her! Just like how much I love you, Mira." Simon staring at her.
"Samira, listen to us. We all love you. You've been brainwashed. Loren is using you. We need you to fight this!" The man said who was obviously the father of Simon.
Her heart was confused and she didn't know what to think.
"You...I..." she dropped her control on the werewolf and covered her ears.
Images were running in her mind but the darkness stopped them easily.
"Shut up!" She created a massive wave of water crashing it down onto everyone.
They were groaning and coughing as the water disappeared.
"Mira, I am so sorry for not being there for you..." The man with graying hair said with tears in his eyes filled with regret.
Her heart sped up as the words managed to give her a small warmth.
A image of a young girl talking to her. "You have to fight this. He's your father."
Samira stared at the man and spoke.
"Who are you?" She asked as she felt a cold air rush through her.
"Mira, it's me. I'm your father."