His words took her aback. [i]Master race...[/i] He might not recognize her from the legends, but those words spoke volumes of the prophecy that hung around her neck. She'd tried for hundreds of years to give the wolves sanctuary, to create a hybrid race that was stronger than both vampires and werewolves alone. Tried, and failed. Perhaps this prophecy was just the ravings of an old, senile werewolf woman. But, all of her other visions had come to pass before her death. Lady Mo nodded at him. "I need not a new pack, for mine is continuously loyal and ever-growing. I always welcome new followers, though." New worshipers was more like it. Perhaps this mixed batch of wolf and human warriors would be the one that brought the prophecy to life...