Not far away, that night, at the den of the Godfreys, a cool breeze blew through through to open walkway to the balcony. Poor Richard was working double duty to manage his pack affairs and RUBC work at the same time. He happened to be home. He happened to be alone in his study. There happened to be an intruder.

With an unavoidable chill, the vampire lord entered the room. Using what tricks of mind power he could get away with on an immortal, Damien obscured his presence. His appearance was masked into a mere shadow. His sounds, mentally dismissed as the mere banter of nature. But there he stood, rising to full height in the back of the room beside an old grandfather clock and a bookcase. The werewolf gamma was sure to notice him soon.