I sit in my throne room deep within the mountain. The biggest room in my castle. It can hold all of my precious children at once. Not that there are many now. Four hundred years ago in the human / wolves war we lost a great number of us.
When the wars started most fought on the side of the humans, we did not want to lose our main food after all. Some fought on the side of the wolves saying they fought for all that is supernatural.
However, back then we were not fighters. We were easily killed. A lot were not pure bloods and had no powers. I called my pure bloods back to me. I saved my children.
We have become stronger once again. Keeping our lines as pure as possible, our new ones are born with the powers of the old. By keeping my children hidden, we are thought to be all but extinct.
