We defined those words. My family was the picture of perfection within the pack. Father, being the Alpha, mother as Luna. Our pack being one of the greats. But with such perfect images, one wrong move can shatter my world. And that's all it took, something no one could control. As my former pack slaughtered my family, they sealed their own fate.
They sealed their fate as they spewed lies on what really happened, as they let my family die, leaving us to fend for ourselves. They sealed their fate when they did me wrong, when they allowed me to live. Now, their fate has come and passed, my name feared and hated within the supernatural world. My name, the name used in bedtime stories to scare children to bed, for stories around the campfire, but used in hush tones in fear i would hear it and come.
The name, Dracul.