<span style="font-style: italic">The areas of the foothills of the rockies is a perfect place for a pack of werewolves to exist and raise the the next generation.  The adult wolves stay nearby as the younger ones wrestle in a clearing. It's one of the few times that the whole pack can get together and change into their forms. And then the elder wolves start sniffing the air, trying to make it look non alarming. They gather the pups to them, quickly moving to head back indoors. The nearby forest rustles with something ominous, and then the first wave of vampires burst forth...</span><br/><br/>In the present, Stella tosses and turns, growling slightly in her sleep. However she doesn't start shifting into her wolf form. She wakes when the vampires come through the trees, a growl still on her lips as she searches for the attackers. The scent of vampire, is close, but she can't find it. Then she comes around, looking up to see Dagger staring at her from the ceiling. "What?", she sort of snaps.