Blackfeather Woods Night of the Living Dead

He watched quietly at the Silencer's reaction, noting the shifts in her face. Anger. She was a creature of wrath; it was hard to hide that very nature. She did not rejoice at the prospect of other pups in the pack, even if they were descended from Meldresi. That worried him. He would have to keep an eye on her, to ensure that his grand-nieces and nephews would not be harmed. 

At Damien's behest, he lifted himself up, allowing his voice to ring through the clearing. I am no story teller like my sister; but I have a short tale: He cleared his throat, looking around those gathered for their eyes before tossing himself into his story.

The Dark Brotherhood accepts any and all who proves themselve worthy, under one condition: follow the Five Tenets, or suffer the Wrath of Sithis.

In my homeland, there was one wolf named Melkor, named, in tradition within our sect, after a legendary creature or person; a Daedric Lord. He was an anomaly amidst our ranks, born with white fur instead of black, but we accepted him anyway, raising him as an assassin within our ranks. He was taught the Tenets, earned his mark, and became an accomplished infiltrator, and yet he was tempted.

Molag Bal, Lord of Brutality and Prince of Rage, is an enemy of Mephala. He despises the Webspinner, and works in order to pull our Lady's followers astray in any way he can. One night, he sent one of his followers to tempt Melkor — a vampire. Vampires are wolves who drink the blood of other creatures — wolves especially. The creature turned Melkor into one of their own, one of Molag's followers. He slipped back into our ranks undetected for quite sometime, until one night.

Viryan, one of our spies, disappeared one night. The scout Morag found Melkor over Viryan's body, drinking the blood from her neck. He had broken the fifth tenet: Never kill a Dark Brother or Dark Sister. The wrath of the pack struck that night, but Melkor disappeared into the night. But no matter how far he may go, the Wrath of Sithis will find him and bring justice. He gritted his teeth, hoping that it was true, that he was dead. He hoped he would never have to find out.