Anaxandra looked at him and sighed. "This mood of yours is from more than just the hunt of that witch." She said. She frowned when he grabbed her hand and pushed it down. She was growing tired of him rejecting her time and time again. The only time he didn't was when he drank. "Relationships in the past have made the Order only stronger. They are just afraid that one of us will fall in love with a witch and go rogue." She said and smirked. "Well then I guess you are coming up short in your duties even without have a relationship to supposedly distract you. If you haven't found the witch in your own territory, then you are becoming lazy. We all know just how much the higher power hates laziness." She warned him. Anaxandra growled lowly at him and gave him a look that could kill. "We are not loosing our touch. This witch isn't like the ones of the modern world. This witch is old, from the time of the pure blood witches. She is one of them that our ancestors was foolish enough to let go because he saw a greater good." She snapped. She frowned even more and stood up, pulling her hood back onto her head. "I hunt because that is what I was born to do. My father stepped outside of the Orders rules and bred with someone he should have never even thought of. Only purpose for my birth was for the hunt. Once every vile witch is wiped off this planet, I will be killed upon the order of my father. You knew this though. Something like me isn't meant to walk the Earth." She growled lowly. "They all deserve to die! Look at what they did to your family! Look at what they made my father spawn!! Witches are the very reason we cannot have a normal life!!" She shouted at him, her eyes turning a bright blue. "You know that my wolf will find every last one of those god forsaken witches and rip them to pieces." She said as she calmed down trying to catch her breath. She looked up at him with her normal eyes now. "That was a long time ago and if the Order then had done their jobs right then we wouldn't have to fight. I wouldn't have to walk this world as an abomination to my own father. I could have been born normal." She told him as a tear ran down her face. Anaxandra frowned a little. "What do you mean by that? I have known you since team brought you in. We grew up together. Why?" She asked him, rather confused. "I know that your family was slaughtered by a witch and that was your reasoning for deciding to join us." She said. She backed away from him. "You are beginning to sound like you feel sorry for witches. You have fallen for one haven't you? Or has one placed you under a spell? If you are in trouble then we need to take you to my father and the other high powers." She said and growled lowly at him.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Victoria sighed and looked at Junta. "Well then he sees more than I see and believe myself. Even someone as young as you can see what I cannot." She said and sighed again. She looked up at Junta. "Now you cannot blame yourself for your mother's capture. She told you to hide more than likely so you did. You hid so that you may grow up and become strong in more ways than one. She wanted you to be safe and never have to live through the horrors that they would have put you through if they had caught you too. So Junta, do not blame yourself for something that your mother wanted to do. You had to survive for her to be strong. As long as she knows that there is a chance that you got away and you are safe, she can be happy despite what they do to her." She told her. She shook her head. "My only purpose in life now is to find and kill the leader of the Order and every last descendant of the ones who lead the attack on my family." She said. She took a deep breath. "I owe him. That is simple. I owe him enough to stay right here like he asked." She answered.