I awoke to the smell of meat. I quickly sat up and saw Sam putting a bag of food on the table.

"You're feeling better?" He asked as he noticed me.

"Still tired but a bit better, yeah." I smiled.

"Catch." Dean threw a wrapped up burger, which I caught with ease. "I guess, your reflexes are working still."

"It's not like, I am not working." I took a bite from my burger. "I still have my powers. I am just not as strong as usual." I took another bite. "So what did you find you?"

"Well two girls have gone missing, and three men have turned up dead." Sam stated.

"So the guys were food, and the girls have probably been turned." I got two surprised looks. "Vampires MO is very similar to werewolves." I clarified. "They turn a couple of people to build up their pack, or in this case nest, and then they take some victims as food."

"How many werewolves have you dealt with?" Dean asked confused.

"Too many." I sighed. "Not just on our territory, we have also helped out other packs."

"But how do you know about so many other supernatural creatures?" Sam chimed in too.

"Our pack healer, Carrie, told me all about them, when I was younger." I could feel how I missed her. She became my mother figure, after my mom died. "I was a very curious kid, so she taught me quite a lot."

"She did?" Sam asked curiously.

"Yeah." I nodded. "A lot about what you can use different plants for, and how you can use the nature to navigate, even if the sun is not out." I chuckled slightly. "I was always more interested in it, then Varga was. I guess Carrie also sorta expected me to become the pack healer after her, since her son, Brynn, ran away to find his own way." I shrugged. "I guess, you could call it Wolfblood school." I quickly ate the rest of my burger still feeling drowsy.

"Wolfblood have schools too?" Dean asked surprised.

"It is fairly common, yeah." I yawned. "Learning basic skills on how to survive in the wilderness, and how to find your way, if you are lost. We even learn some history, but since my father was the alpha and my brother is now, I had to have more lessons then normal. learn things that the rest of the pack didn't have to care about."

"That's how you know how to read." Sam realized.

"Yes and no." I answered. "The others in my pack didn't have to, but it would be useful that a potenial alpha could read. However, it was also that my mother wanted me to learn, so I could read books and such."

"Wait." Dean looked like he was processing something. "You said potenial alpha. I thought your brother was already the alpha?"

"He is, but he were to die before having kids, I would take over. Even if he got married and didn't have kids, the post would go to me. That is, how we have kept it within the same bloodline for so long." I explained. "And if he had kids, but they were too young to take over, I would still have to do it, until they were old enough. Family means a lot to Wolfbloods."

"Well, no matter what we found a vampire." Dean stated raising from his seat.

"I am coming with." I said but even as I tried to stand up, I almost fell down again for tiredness.

"Oh no, you aren't." Dean said and shoved me back on the couch. "Sam and I are going to handle this, while you relax."

"Come on, De-" I tried to protest.

"That's my final call." He stated harshly and gestured for Sam to follow him to the car.

I laid down on the couch with a moan. I hated feeling useless, while they are putting themselves out there in dangerous situations, but once again my mind was overcome by my exhaustion. Damn New Moon.

I woke up to sound of the front door opening, followed by arguing, which came to a sudden hold as the Winchesters saw that I was awake. Although, a clear 'we are not done talking about this' look came from Sam to Dean.

"Did you find anything?" I asked hoping to ease the tension.

"Apparently, this guy, Dixon, is walking around turning people." Dean started. "He claims, the blood is a new drug, and there by tricks people into turning them."

"Great." I sighed. "Although I must give him, that's a new one. Did you find the vampire?"

"Yes we found her, tied her up and chopped her head off, plain and simple." Sam gave Dean a hard look at those words, although it didn't seem to faze Dean. "Luckily the guy, she attacked, survived."

"Wait, you just chopped her head off?" I felt a slight ping of anger and pain in my chest. "It wasn't her fault, she got turned."

"No, but unlike you, vampires can't control themselves." Dean argued.

"Some can." I fired back.

"Look, I don't wanna have this discussion with you right now." Dean sighed.

I inhaled sharply, as I could almost feel myself lose control. I even could see my veins turn black for a moment before I regained control. I know vampires aren't necessarily good, but some survive on bagged or cattle blood instead of feeding from humans.

"So we need to find this guy and stop him." Sam said cutting the tension.

Sam and Dean decided to go out and do some research. I stayed back cause in their minds, I was still weakened. I could smell the anger as the Impala pulled up and the door was flung open.

"Where is Dean?" I asked as I only saw Sam entering the room.

"Risking his own life to lead Gordon away." He answered angrily.

"Who is Gordon?" I asked confused.

"He is a vampire hunter, who has gotten this insane idea that I am the antichrist, and that he has to stop me." Sam sighed. "We just barely escaped the guy before."

"A hunter?" Dean opened the door as I was asking that question beginning to be get scared.

"There you are." Sam directed his anger towards his brother.

"Sorry, stopped for a slice." He chuckled and slapped his stupid as he laid on the bed.

"Nice move you pulled there, Dean running right at the weapons." Sam yelled angrily.

"So Gordon is a hunter?" I cut the tension earning a glare from Dean. "Sam just told me a little about him."

"Yeah, and he doesn't care, what you have done or who you are. Only what you are." Dean said. "He killed his own sister because she got turned."

I could feel the fear rising inside me along with my heartbeat. "I am gonna go in that room." I mumbled out and walked into a different room.

I felt physically sick, when I sat down on the small bed. A crazy hunter. Just what I need. That was, when I heard footsteps approaching the door.

"Hey, Cub?" Dean knocked at the door. "Can I come in?"

Without a word, I went over and opened the door, just to sit right back down on the bed again, clutching my head in my hands.

"Are you okay, Cub?" Dean asked as he entered.

"I don't know." I took a deep breath. "It's just the whole hunter that is insane and doesn't care about, what you have done, but only what you are, it brings out some bad memories."

"Anything you wanna talk about?" He moved closer comfort me.

"I-I-" I groaned in annoyance. "It's not even about the time, I was captured. Though it was horrible, I don't think I have fully understood it yet. But..." I thought for a moment. Was I ready to talk about this with him?

"But what?" He asked curiously, but also carefully. Almost as if he thought I would break like glass.

"When my parents died. We were out. Away from the pack for a bit. We had a lot of fun. Climbing trees, fighting for fun, hunting, eating and just being genuinely being a family." I smiled a little at the slight happiness before the inevitable darkness.

"But the dark came. Not anything out of the ordinary, until we heard a gunshot in the distance. Mere seconds later, I felt a burning pain in my leg. A bullet had hit me." I sighed. "To begin with, we thought it was a hunter, you know an ordinary one, who had a wrong shot, but when we saw a man in distance with a long coat on and biker boots, we quickly got on other thoughts. My mom and dad told Varga and I to hide behind some bushes. We couldn't get back to the pack, before he saw us, so to not bring the pack in harms way, we hid."

"And then he came. The man in distance. My parents, they tried to talk with him, but they were gunned down right in front of us." Tears were rolling down my cheeks at this point, and Dean laid a hand on my back for comfort.

"Out of pure instinct and stupidity, I screamed no! Obviously, the man saw us and came towards us. He pointed the gun at us, before he said; 'tonight, you won't die, for your suffering has just begun.' And then he took off." I took a deep shaking breath. "Looking back, we should have followed him, but in the state of shock, we were in, we decided to take care of our parents. Varga carried me over, and miraculously they weren't dead yet. So we got to say goodbye to them before they..." I broke down in tears and sobbed into Dean's chest as he embraced me.

"Easy, Cub." He whispered as he stroke my hair and kissed the top of my head. "It's gonna be okay."

I just kept on crying, but I managed to sob out: "I learned later, that the man's name was Alex Kingcate." I inhaled sharply to try and hold back tears. "And then when you said that about the vampire girl today, it just brought some of it back, and I know, it shouldn't, but-"

"I am so sorry, Cub." Dean just kept on holding me tight, while I soaked his shirt. He still gave me the occasional peck on top of my head.

The sadness and pain now combined with the pure hatred, I felt for that man, Alex Kingcate. If I ever found him, he would have to pay. He had taken everything from us. From me. I wanted to hurt him. No. Not just hurt him.

I wanted to kill him.