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terrifying. She didn't think much of biting and tearing prey, but the rest she could understand. Her freedom had always been something she prized.
                  “You're home, Yuna.” Luther added lowly against her ear as his hand splayed over her stomach. “This is home as well. Don't mistake that.”
                  Nodding against his side, Yuna closed her eyes, exhaling hotly against Luther's ribcage as she wrapped her arm around him. Not that she'd ever say it aloud, but the young woman would admit to herself that she envied the power of his clan. She envied the intimacy of their family, and most of all, she envied their acceptance of each other. As long as she was a human in a den of wolves, she would always be isolated.
     

Part Two
     
                  “It's huge.”
                  “Of course it is. Who knows how many of them there are?”
                  “Well, we've never seen a den larger than five or six.”
                  At his associate's ignorant words from behind him, Micah turned to glare at the younger man, his expression stern.
                  “That doesn't mean they don't exist. Stay alert, Andrew.” Mouth turned down in a dissatisfied frown, he moved forward toward the expanse of the crumbling, massive mansion before them. It appeared ancient and uninhabited, but they'd recently gotten word about some strange activity around the place. Strange activity usually meant their kind. Not always, but when Micah got a gut feeling, he usually followed his instincts.
                  This place stank of them. Their marks were all over the woods surrounding the manor, and there were signs that huge fires had been burnt recently. That, and the tire tracks imprinted in the mud were all he needed to let him know that the place wasn't as deserted as it appeared.
                  “They're here, alright.” He scuffed his boot against a strange, four-toed track dried into the dirt at the edge of the woods. Micah knew their leavings  so well he could find them in light or dark, in all weathers, and only half-awake. There was no reason he shouldn't.
                  He'd been hunting them his entire life.
                  For Micah, things had always been exceedingly simple: Wolves had taken one of the things most precious to him. In return, he slaughtered any of their kind he could get his hands on. Not that there were many to find these days. Thankfully, they were a dying breed. He had, of course, heard tell of huge dens that ran rampant over Europe, slowly restoring the population. He'd get there eventually, he was sure.
                  For now, he was dead set on exterminating however many of the monsters might be in North America, one by one. It had been a while since there had been a sighting, which made this place all the more promising.
                  “Micah! You've got to see this!”
                  When Andrew's shout echoed around the crumbling structure between them, Micah turned on his heel to pick his way carefully through the tangles of ivy strewn over the lawn. You never knew if there might be traps hidden in the thick growth. It took him about two minutes to make his way to the ancient wheelhouse from which Andrew had summoned him.
                  A peek inside turned his mouth into a grim line. A secret door built into the floor of the small structure revealed a cavern built deep into the ground beneath them. There was no lighting to reveal exactly how deep down it went, but Micah was willing to bet that the manor was just a front. The real dwelling was right under them.
                  He slung the bag he was carrying from his shoulder, the weight hitting the ground with an audible thump. From within, he pulled out several bunches of dynamite, making Andrew's eyes widen in excitement.