[The idea that Deucalion and Julia are anything but what they are...violent, dangerous, evil...Allison can't fathom it at all, can't reconcile them with the gentle wisdom and calm voice of Deucalion or the beautiful eyes and soft voice of Julia Baccari, still so sweet and vivacious despite the terrible scars that have long since blended into the rest of her, at least for Allison.

Perhaps, if they were lesser people. If Deucalion were cruel or less forgiving, that vision and wisdom could be twisted into something darker. If Julia's strength and sensitive nature were less prominent, allowing her thoughts to turn towards vengeance instead of honing her skills and strengthening her power as an Emissary...

For the first time in a long time, Allison is glad she doesn't come from a world where two such dear people could be so terrible.]

Back home...my pack was mostly humans. Hunters that followed our Code, Omegas hunted by Victoria and Gerard...there are two factions of us now, the Argents. There's the Family...and there's the Pack. Victoria leads the Argent Family, and I lead the Argent Pack...have since I was bitten.

[She pauses, features touched with sorrow.]

Since my mother and my grandfather tried to kill me.