"Good, I believe I will require your knowledge more than your physical support. I have grown reclusive in my old age, your connection to the other covens and your knowledge of the land parted by vast seas will prove useful to me." Mo said before their unfortunate interruption in conversation. Her cold eyes locked onto Martin with the predatory gaze of both wolf and monster. 

"I knew I smelled the presence of a foul creature in our midst. You will have to do much better to convince us of your use. You are mistaken, you see, us vampires are [i]always[/i] armed, and I just so happen to [i]always[/i] be hungry." The smile painted across her face was sickening to behold. Evil wasn't the right word for it, terrifying? Ominous? All of the above?