“Papa! Papa!” Janelle was the first to greet her father as he walked through the door. The burly man had anticipated her jump and caught her midair, swinging around with her. “Janelle, what have I told you about beating people up at school?” His deep voice was stern as he stopped spinning with the small girl and watched as her green eyes were cast down. “No witnesses, papa. No witnesses and if I leave them alive, make sure they'll keep their traps shut.” He nodded as he set her down on the floor. “Exactly. So – Next time, I better come home to a victory story minus the call from your teachers.” He planted a kiss atop her head and ushered her off to finish her lunch before taking off up the stairs to the “Alpha Cave”. His room was the largest bedroom in the house and it was filled with things that you'd think you'd find in a hunter's lair; Trophy heads from various animals, a bear skin rug, fur blankets. The only things he didn't have were guns. The Alpha shed his uniform suit and tossed it into the hamper before donning a simple black tank top that hugged his cut muscles and a pair of loose denim pants. He let out a brief sigh of relief, hardly feeling comfortable in a suit even after so many years of being stuck in one. He ran his fingers through his thick, ebony mane as he left his room only to come face to face -sort of- with his son. Little Monster Mike looked up to his father with his innocent, soulful blue eyes as he spoke. “The Vampires are coming today, right?” The young boy had never met any Vampires and his inquisitive nature made him just a little bit excited to meet them. He and his sister had already began their prank plotting so that they could make the Night Children feel more welcome. The Alpha gave a curt nod with a lifted brow and parted his lips to warn his son about his hijinks, but the adorable boy was already running away to plot with his sister. Shaking his head, the older man found his gaze shifting to the left. He walked down the hall some to meet a dead end where the wall was covered with picture frames holding portraits and pictures of all members of the Moon Forest Pack, past and present. His favorite was that of himself with his mother. Janelle Chloe Carter was one of the eight children of Alberto Molinelli and the last one to die. His mother, his uncles, his aunts, his grandmother, and his grandfather. They had all died at the hands of the Cacciatori.
And they would pay.
He didn't know when or how, but they would. Lately, he felt like giving up and sometimes he felt as though his family were all rolling over in their graves. His own brother with a Vampire fetish and his Scout a Half-Breed running around with a handicapped human trying to have the best of both worlds. If the pickings weren't so slim and her loyalty not so...wishy-washy, he would have killed the fool of a human by now. But, so long as he was safe (or alive, at least) she remained. Michael tended to brush off the smaller wolf when she moaned and groaned about his children harassing her and her human. He honestly didn't care and assured her that she was doing it to herself. But, she was just a stupid kid. She wouldn't listen. That was fine. When they both realized how dangerous it was for them to be together, he wouldn't have to kill anyone. For now, he just banned the boy from his land. Right now, he didn't have time to worry about some stupid girl though. He needed to find his brother. And Robert. He definitely needed to find Robert. He had good news for his Hunter – Well, it was good news to him. In such troubling times for immortal beings, news of being promoted wasn't always something that was celebrated. That meant more responsibility fell to your shoulders. It wasn't easy to sleep at night knowing that people's lives depended on the decisions you made everyday. Still, Robert struck him as a strong and reliable wolf. He had to at least ask. He wouldn't get the chance though – His phone rang with a text and he checked it only to find that Giovannina had spotted the Vampires getting ready to go. His talk with Robert would have to wait while he prepared himself to work the arrangements out with their Leader and make sure that the boundaries and rules were clear. Heaving a heavy sigh, the Alpha turned away from the wall and made his way downstairs in the massive cabin out the in woods. This home was designed to house an entire Pack. As a child, he could remember when his mother ruled nearly thirty wolves. This home wasn't designed to be a home for everyone, but for those who had no other place to go. His grandfather had built this home with his wife and children after migrating to Italy.
It was originally just a secret summer home hidden in the hills of the forest of Moon for he and his family. Albeit, a large one. But he welcomed his Pack members when they needed a roof over their heads. It was the one place of his that the Cacciatori never found. Those who had gotten close died before coming within two hundred yards of the cabin by the lake. Michael had been raised in this house with twelve other young Werewolves - There were so many memories here. And now he was welcoming Vampires...His grandfather and mother would take turns skinning him alive if they were standing before him right now. But maybe they would understand. This was for the survival of their races. If they knew what he knew, they wouldn't be so angry. He closed his eyes for a few moments and then opened them as he made his way into the large dining room where his two children were hovering over a plate of raw steak and a piece of paper. They were incorrigible.