Markus ran through the werewolves' building, desperately trying to find the door that would lead him to where his brother was being held. Alex was not even one hundred yet, still a child by vampire terms. Yet he had been the one to get caught by the werewolves, and not him, or one of the other hundreds of vampires in the coven with them. He could hear the sounds of klaxon alarms, but he tried to close his ears to the noise. His plan was simple, get into the werewolves' main building in their territory, a smaller-sized city with a large forest bordering it, find Alex, and get out. Simple. Of course, that had been before Markus had accidentally tripped an alarm, alerting all the werewolves in the building that there was a vampire in the building. His polished boots squeaking against the linoleum, Markus spun around a corner... ...and right into a group of the werewolves. Oh, shit.