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The pup returns it once more. It's fur seemed almost like pure silver. Shiny and reflective, yet silky smooth like silk. Something just wasn't right.

Sterling frowned and then reached out to pet the pup. He wasn't sure what he was expecting in way of were-pup, or even where or how they might exist. But that shiny coat was too shiny for his liking. And the way at which Shady had run, it was unreal.

"What are you, really?" Sterling asked softly.

The pup nuzzles his hand, tail still wagging. Thats when he spotted that it had tiny feathered angel wings on it's back. ''I'm an angel thingy! But everyone runs away. I'm not that scary..Am I?'' It whined, green eyes gazing at him a bit, whimpering.

Sterling couldn't help it. The crossbow fell with a clatter to his feet as he scooped up the puppy into his arms and hugged it close.

Rationally he excused the behavior as a way to get a better look at the wings, and not at all because those eyes and that little whimper had melted the coldblooded hunter's heart in his chest.

"How could anyone be afraid of you?" he asked, pulling away just long enough to look it over.

''They see me and call me a monster in disquise.'' A silver werepup with small feathered wings and a tiny halo above the ears. ''But I have pure silver in my fur, so standard were fighting gear won't work..''

"Are you a were?" Sterling asked, gently feeling her fur and then patting her head. "You have silver fur..." he trailed off and chuckled suddenly. "I'm starting to get flashes of my parents." After all, he had silver hair and he wasn't a were. He set her down and rubbed his temples. A headache was forming, probably from all the excitement.

''Well, kinda. Being my colors mean I don't change into a werewolf on full moons and my silvery fur is so shiny the Weres get scsred off. And demons flee in terror...''

Was it him, or did he put undo emphasis on the "full moon" part.

"When do you change? Or do you? And if so, into what?" A bunch of questions, but necessary and critical for him.

''Well, I just turn into an adult with bigger wings. I'll still be cute and cuddly.''

Sterling grinned. "I can accept that." He looked around for Darkness and Hybrid. "I think, first things first, we should probably leave the vault. I'm tired of getting swarmed by slime creatures."

''Well, this vault was built by vampires and werewolves. My father helped.''

Well, that would explain why his skin prickled every so often.

"Lovely. Dare I ask who your father is? Or what he is?" He began to recollect his things; if he was leaving he didn't want to leave anything important behind.

''My father was a high ranked leader Werewolf. He is the leader of a tough pack.''

"Is he still the leader? And where's the pack now?" Sterling asked, hoisting the crossbow over his shoulder and picking up the few crossbow bolts he'd lost in his sudden loss of composure at seeing the cute puppy.

''He's still the leader, and now he turns people into weres. He's a master, or something ,like that.''

Sterling literally jumped and turned to look. "He's turning people?!" Well, duh. Weres didn't turn other weres. "Please tell me his pack isn't still lingering out here."

He grabbed his sword and sheathed it. "Darkness, Hybrid," he barked, "let's get going!"

Dark and Elder came to Sterling.

Dark looks at Sterling, then at Silver, then Sterling. ''....You think my sister is cute?'' He retorted.

Sterling bit back the urge to laugh and coughed. "She's...less threatening-looking, for one." He offered. "But either way, I am getting out of here before--wait, your sister? You look nothing alike!"

''It's because our mothers genes are weird.'' Silver said nervously.

"If you're father was a werewolf, what the heck was your mother?" he wanted to know.