Pulling my legs up and wrapping my arms around my knees I gazed out of the RV window as we made our way to Dallas. The stench of wolf assaulted my senses. Everyone here was like me. A wolf. But, I was raised to hate outsiders. Everyone here was my enemy. To me this was a kidnapping.

The blood that had been shed still remains a mystery. No one mentioned anything about it once we hit the road. Leaning my cheek against the cold glass I close my eyes. Trying to relax the rage deep in my gut that screamed at me. Wanting to escape. They were many and I was me. I'd be dead in seconds.

So, instead, I sat and waited to see where this road would bring me.

"You're not American are you, Princess?"

I turned my head. Seeing Knox, cigar in hand, sitting across from me. Narrowing my eyes I growled deeply. Ignoring is shitty chit chat by returning my green eyes to the endless empty road. "Australian?" He chuckled.

"British." I mumbled. Keeping my eyes fixed on the rough, gravelly road. I heard him take a long drag from his cigar then breathe out slowly. The smoke made me choke. My eyes flick to his and I bare my teeth. Quickly vacating my seat and storming to the back of the vehicle. Sitting in a dark corner. Wishing I'd been born someone else. Someone...normal. Human, maybe.

Out of nowhere a thick stench of decay made me gag. Shooting to my feet I rush to the window. Seeing a small dark line on the horizon. "Knox..."

He appeard at my side. Sighing heavily in frustration as we took in the sight of the small army that was heading straight for us. Frowning, I shake my head. "There's a pack of Lycans running towards us and you're acting like it's nothing?"

"Relax, sweetheart. Daddy will deal with this." He shrugged, leaving his cigar hanging from his mouth as he ordered the RV to stop and gathered his pack. Opening the door they got out and re-grouped.

"Remember, either shoot the bastards in the head or cut their fucking heads off." He tossed his cigar aside and pulled a pistal from the back of his jeans. Scratching his head with it before sliding a baseball cap on. The lycans grew closer.

I rummaged around the vehicle, searching for anything I could use as a weapon. I trusted these tossers as much as trusted my ninty-five year old grandma making my dinner. Laughing trumphantly, I kiss the handle of the machete that had been hidden above the bed then fought with the door. Fucker had locked it. Crying out furiously, my eyes scanned for an exit. Smirking, I climbed up onto the side of the counter and smashed my way through the roof window. Pulling myself onto the roof of the RV.

The fight was in full swing now. Bodies clashing, blood spattering onto the dusty ground. Stumbling onto my feet I watch, grinning at karma who was a magnificent bitch of a girl and my new best friend. Claws slashed through flesh, growls and whimpers of pain rattled my eardrums.

Knox and his council leaders fought viciously. Cutting off heads and shooting their way through the lycan horde. I watched as Knox spun, shooting one in the head before slicing anothers head off. But, as he aided his female companion who had tended my wounds, a lycan reached out his claws to slice into his spine. Twirling, I raised my arm and thrust the blade forward. Catching the lycan in the head. Sending him flying backwards away from Knox and his friend.

Giving me a nod of thanks he returned to fighting. I leaped from the roof into the battle below. My hand turning into a sharp claw. I sliced my way through each one who came close. Slicing through their skulls. Grunting loudly with each powerful swipe.