Alex sat quietly in the sitting room, no one was around at the moment, the clan had gone hunting, and he had the whole boarding house to himself. He was enjoying himself, and the quiet, it was only on rare occasions when Erik had trusted him to be home alone. He was a werewolf cub until he turned 18, when he came of age, and was way too young to go after the kinds of things they were hunting, especially without a full moon out. Erik had promised to take him hunting smaller monsters when the full moon was up tomorrow, it would be his first full moon, and he wanted the two of them to spend it together as a way of bonding as father and son. It was a rare occasion to spend time with his father, he had been anticipating it since the day that Erik had revealed to him that he was his father. He had always thought that the apparent, abusive, foster family he had been taken were his real parents, so it came as a very pleasant surprise that the werewolf he had grown a good relationship as friends with was his father. He had seen him as a father figure, even when he was in the care of his adoptive, corrupt, traitor of a father. He had actually never trusted them, they were out of the house way too much, and had allowed Erik to take him on the quest for The Fang far too willingly. Turning off the old tv they had, he pulled the blanket on the couch over him subconsiously and fell into a deep slumber, it had indeed been a strange day for him, and he knew tomorrow was likely to be even more strange when he transformed. The last thing he expected was to hear a loud knock on the door, it sounded urgent so he was up at once, rushing to the door and opening it, a human with jet-black hair and blue eyes stood there, staring at him.

"Can I help you?" Alex asked, but was shoved aside as the man walked in, along with several men carrying guns.

"Search the place, make sure the child does not interfere!" the man boomed, 10 men held guns in Alex's direction "Where is the one called Erik?" he asked him calmly.

"That is none of your business!" Alex stated "What do you want!?"

"Oh I see now, you are his son..." the man observed "I was informed he had one, didn't expect him to be so young though..."

"I'll ask you again..." Alex said coldly "What the hell do you want!?"

"For exactly what you have around your neck!" the man hissed "Grab him!"

Alex looked at the amulet his father gave him and knew that he was going to be taken, luckily Erik had taught him how to fight back. With one swift motion he grabbed the end of one of the guns, pushed it down and kicked the wielder in the face. Punching and kicking his way through each of them, these people were not on their side, and Alex knew it. He made his way twoards the door and flung it open, sprinting down the hall and down the stairs with his pursuers close behind. He jumped over the railing and with the agillity and grace only a werewolf could have, landed unharmed on his feet. Unfortuanantly his pursuers had foreseen this, taking their guns they fired rapidly as bullets flew around him and he continued running as fast as he could, and then as he reached the door he heard the loud BANG! of a gunshot, this one wizzed by and hit him directly in the arm as he was reaching for the door handle. Alex let out a cry of morbid pain, a silver bullet, the men had been armed with silver bullets, his arm felt like it could fall off at any second., but of course, it didn't as Alex always overdramatized feelings. He fell to his knees hold his now bleeding arm, which one of the men retracted with tweezers, which made the arm heal, but even though he would be ok, the pain continued to shoot up his arm. The amulet was ripped from his neck, as he had anticipated and he began struggling to stand up.

"I wouldn't even try that..." the man told him, bending down "Those silver bullets can weaken your kind at twice the normal rate of other silver bullets..." he turned to a much taller man in silver armor who was walking forward "What should we do with the brat? Should I end it's misery?"

"No..." the man spoke with a very cold tone "We shall take him as our first prisoner of war, to show Erik that we mean business..."

"Y-You wouldn't dare!" Alex said "You can't take a kid as a prisoner of war!"

"Oh really?" the man in the silver armor said rudely, taking a gun by the front "Watch me you stupid cub..." the man hit Alex had in the stomach, knocking the boy out cold as he lay flat on the floor.

"Reaso... Fidon... Fetch!" the man in silver armor called, the large dogs were quite hesitant on taking a child at first "I said fetch you flea-bitten mongrels!"

Imediately, they walked forward and bit onto the ends of Alex's pants, dragging him out the door and into what looked like a police van as the men slammed the door behind them, the silver armored leader and the others approached them. Each walking into seperate vans, and the leader stepping into the police-like one, they began driving away at top speed, Alex layed asleep on the bench unaware of the terror that was to come at the hands of his fathers enemies, unaware that they were now driving miles away from his home, and that his father would come home only an hour later to find their home trashed and his young son gone, with a ransom note left for him.