A/N: hey people!

I got a sudden burst of inspiration for this story.

Here the plot thickens in this chapter.

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Gilberts thoughts

I remember years ago when I was still a kid, my older brother lived with us, my younger brother was still an infant just born, and my father was alive. I remember the day that the town we were in was destroyed.

And burned to the ground.

It wasn't that large of a town. Population was just hitting one hundred in a few years if we were lucky. We didn't bother anyone, even if we did we didn't have an army to protect us. Just some people kinda like a police protecting us from each other.

And then we were attacked.

We were somewhat peaceful. Like I said we didn't have an army to protect us so we didn't do something stupid like attack another town. We kept to ourselves mostly.

Except every single person in the town was a vampire. That was reason enough for the humans to hate us and try to get rid of us.

They attacked in midday, when the sun was highest in the sky. They didn't dare enter our homes.

So they threw bombs and set fire to ours houses instead.

I don't think for as long as I live, and if I don't get killed that will be forever, I will ever forget the look on my fathers face. For once he looked scared as he ran into the room I shared with Roderich. He didn't need to explain anything, the look on his face after he woke us up was enough to get us up and throwing our clothes on.

I'll never forget his scream as he ran into my younger brothers room.

Roderich and I ran there. We saw a human shooting at our father while another was taking my brother from his crib.

Before Roderich or I could jump at that human he ordered a pair of dogs on us. Real dogs not werewolves. Dogs hate our scents and go crazy whenever they feel it.

My father made quick work of that human that had been attacking him. And a pair of dogs didn't take that long for two pureblood vampires to get rid of.

But when we had finished that human that had been holding my brother was gone.

He had only been born two months ago.

You need to understand a few things about being vampires and their customs. When a child is born we wait until a year passes to properly name that child. After a year his soul has absorbed enough information around him or her to show who he or she would become. A fighter. A healer. A hunter. Whomever.

Another is that when a vampire is born he is very weak in all senses. If he or she had been born a human they wouldn't believe that the child would make it.

However that is simply how a vampire's body is when it's born.

The blood in the vampire is also very weak. If properly done the vampire could be changed into a human.

Or if found by a werewolf could be changed into a werewolf.

My father yelled at Roderich and myself to get somewhere safe, and then he had immediately set to following the human.

Roderich grabbed my hand and pulled me away. We ran until we were out of the city.

Running through the town that I had been born and raised for my entire life as it went up in flames. You never forget something like that.

That image. All the buildings being burned to the ground. Flames everywhere. The sound of screaming and crying filling the air. The unmistakable stench of burned flesh.

In vampire years I was only five years old.

I don't really remember what happened next, Francis says that I possible blocked it out, but there were two hunters there suddenly, and they were aiming their guns at us.

My father came then. He was bleeding heavily and protected us.

After that everything became a blur. I remember one of the hunters cocking their gun. I remember seeing my fathers face. But after that…I don't remember anything until it was a few days later. Roderich and I were safe along with others who managed to escape the burning town.

When Roderich and I went back to see what was left of the town…there was nothing. It had completely burned away every sign of anything being there. The land was clear or all buildings and stones. Almost like it had never existed. The people, who had been caught in the inferno, including our father, were gone. Not even their bones remained nor a single hair. We couldn't even do a proper burial. We didn't have their bodies or bury or any of their possessions. All we could do was pray for their souls to find paradise for their eternal rest.

Roderich and I tried, we honestly did try. We searched the lands for years looking and hoping for a scent that would help us locate our younger brother.

We finally had to give up. We had to accept the fact that our nameless younger brother was dead and gone. He had died extraordinarily young however he was with our mother and father now.

When I found that cub, Ludwig, I felt something. There was simply a connection between us that I just couldn't explain.

Looking now at his pack and their coloring I knew he couldn't have been related to them. Not that it meant anything really my own little coven was not related to me by blood in any sense. His blonde hair and his blue eyes.

My younger brother had those exact same characteristics.

I'll admit this. Keeping his a prisoner tugged my heart. Watching those silver chains hurt him and restrain him, something that is foreign to a werewolf, hurt me as well as him.

But whenever I saw him snarl and growl at me…I saw my father. Whenever he talked about his pack mates he got that small smile that my father got whenever he talked about his younger siblings or me or Roderich.

Maybe because he's a werewolf now I had been denying it to myself for this entire time. But staring at Ludwig who had finally turned into the wolf his body wished for him to I can't deny it no more.

Ludwig. This little cub.

He's my lost younger brother.

Berwalds thoughts

I remember when I first found Ludwig. He had been in a cavern with other children; some like him were infants while others were older. It was a slave trade cavern.

Children were the more popular ones on the market.

I had been alone, if I hadn't I'm sure Denmark wouldn't have stopped me.

I attacked the men running the small caravan. The elder children escaped, they also grabbed either their younger siblings or the younger children they couldn't leave.

Except one.

Ludwig.

I had been about to leave when I heard whimpering. After looking through the wreckage for a few moments I found the source of the noise.

Not only was it a child but it was a vampire child.

Ever instinct in my body after sensing what he was, was telling me to kill the creature.

The child gave another whimper and those senses telling me to kill him vanished.

The others have always called me maternal and that I was made to become a mother. While I hated being called that I can't deny that I was extraordinarily paternal.

I was born to be a father not a mother however.

The child was dying however. Even vampire children needed human blood to survive. And from the looks of the child's physical health it hadn't gotten any for a while.

I wasn't a pureblooded wolf. My father had been a pureblood wolf however and my mother had been a human. I was unable to do anything that might help the child.

So I picked him up, held him close to my body, and ran to find my pack… Thankfully I found Denmark alone; he had no negative or positive feelings towards vampires in general.

I asked him to turn Ludwig into a werewolf.

"Are you insane?" he had asked.

I shook my head and rocked the still whimpering child in my arms.

"Please." I had asked quietly.

"You want a vampire to join us?"

I shook my head. "He won't be a vampire. He'll be one of us."

I could see that Denmark was coming around and willing to do it.

"What about the others?" he persisted. "I don't think they'll be willing to adopt a vampire even if we turn him into one of us."

"Then we don't tell them the entire truth." I said quietly. "I'll tell them that I found the kid, that's the truth, you turned him into a werewolf, that's also the truth. We just won't tell them what we turned him from."

Denmark took a deep breath before taking the child into his own arms. He looked the child over before turning back to me. "After I turn him take him away for a day or two. To get rid of that vampire scent on him."

I had gratefully nodded my head. Denmark would never admit it but he was also a softie when it came to children.

I don't know what he had done; those kinds of things from the purebloods are not something that half bloods learn. I know it requires blood to be transferred. Perhaps like a vampire the wolf needs to bite the one being changed. All I do know is that it is extraordinary painful.

When Denmark returned with the child there was blood around his mouth and I was able to smell some fresh wounds on the child. I thought for a moment that it had died since I wasn't able to hear his heart. It had stopped but then it started again, this time it was stronger and starting faster to make up for lost time.

I took the child from Denmark's arms. "Thank you." I had said.

Denmark simply wiped the blood from around his mouth and nodded. "Remember, this is between you and me."

I nodded and left.

I spent two days away from the others to make sure that the vampire scent was gone from the child. The child obtained a fever due to the change from vampire to werewolf. Other than that it was fine.

I had named him Ludwig. It meant fighter and I thought it would fit him well.

When he went missing the entire pack was in panic. Someone had broken up the pack and the order.

Now as I glare at the vampires who had stolen him I realize that the one in front. The vampire with white hair and red eyes. The way he was looking at Ludwig.

This vampire was his old family. The family he had been taken away from.

It doesn't matter anymore however. He is now one of us. He had been a werewolf for too many years to be turned back into a vampire. His body no longer remembers being a vampire and it was something that is foreign and possible deadly to him now.

Ludwig was a part of their pack. His, Tinos, Nors, Ices, and Denmark. Along with Raivis and Peter. He was a part of their cubs.

No one would take him away from us.

No one.

This chapter was entirely made of two people's thoughts. Never wrote something like that. It was kinda weird.

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