I stand at the edge bored not sure what it is I should do. Perhaps Anselm is all I have and without him I have nothing to lead me or give me a purpose for the day. I set out to explore and find him, see what it is we will be learning this day yet he is missing and it is like part of myself is missing too. This feeling is strange particually seeing it is not him I am bound to. I still deny the link I felt that day, the one that I loathe like no other and only hate it all the more knowing who it is to my white furred partner. Eden, I am certain, though I have yet to voice this worry with Anselm, that he is my imprint. I am certain part of Anselm knows, for he had lied, Eden knows me only by Lihi as will many others I will meet in the coming years. Perhaps this child too that I smell approaching me will also come to know me as my alias rather than my real name. Perhaps it will come to be that more will know me by Lihi than Melek just because I think someday my identity will be my most precious treasure I own.

I hear the soft clack of claws on stone and I turn as I hear the sound of bone and meat roll across the floor towards me. I smell the blood, I love the scent and a smile crosses my lips as I turn to look at the hunk of meat that is so ripped apart I can’t identify it. Once I taste the blood and flesh I would be sure to know the difference, I have had all types of prey now Anselm and I have experimented on many occasions. Moose, Elk, Rabbit, Prairie dog, and our most favorite of things to take apart, wolf, I knew what they all tasted like and I must say for some reason our species blood tastes the best of them all.

My single golden and black flecked eye move up towards the girl that observes me with her own two amethyst and sky flecked ones, and I look at her then too the hunk of flesh. ”Do I look underfed?” I asked the runt my voice rather sharp but not quite on the scale of unkind. I honestly am not a terribly corrupt creature, I smell what she is, where she is from an while I would like to know how these so called demons were different than any other wolves (just like the angels) I will not do so unless my very own Angel was with me.

I do not know that I am descended from the first cannibal that roamed Moladion, or that my father was the ‘vampire’ that drained the blood from his victims. If I had known perhaps I would be more proud and understanding, but I sadly lacked the knowledge of my true lineage. I am simply born of two useless scourges of the earth that someday I hope to purge the lands of. Someday, they just had to wait.

”Your parents know you are out here?” I ask eyes still lingering on the child my tongue going over my fangs and lips one of my white paws setting on the flesh and bone before me. I am for now, simply curious of the girl, I wanted to see how she ticked. Were demons so different than the angels? Well I hoped to find out.