Where the hell was he?! Odin still had not returned home, and he was now impossible to track. He had no scent, as a normal vampire. Her nails raked down stones, anger flooding her as her body ripped through the trees as she erupted from Caidir Olc. The thunder clapped around her as she made her way down the mountain that her own kingdom stood. She ran and ran, the night long and the wind cold. A snarl erupted from her lips as she came to the one place she knew would draw in vampires - Drylic Cofa. The place that started it all for her, where Draven himself had changed her.

She ripped through the earth, scents of blood and death filled her nares. A blood splattered cavern ahead of her as she waltzed into the opening. She found fur, Odins fur. Rage filled her as she knew something was wrong. Her stomach rumbled, as she felt hungry. That's when a noise stirred in the cave and a scent wafted through her nares, a wolf was coming in to the caves - A mortal. The Queen grinned, eyes ablaze as she could see perfectly in the dark. Her pitch black shadowy figure scraped up to the perch like formation above, waiting as she saw a pale figure move near her unkowningly.

Her fangs poked her lip as she scraped her claws along the rock, her eyes narrowing as she lept down behind the snowy girl, choosing to make a sound while she did so, she wanted to make her fear and beg for her life. In seconds, she found herself in top of the female, pinning her to the ground, paw to neck, paw to nape, paw to ankles. She pushed all of her weight down, forcing this girl to the cold stone ground. That's when the Queen let her fangs dig into the girls throat and she began to drink her hot life juices that coursed through her body. This girl did no wrong to her, so she'd spare her if she did live past the transformation, but only time could tell what would happen to her . . .