Daclania stood in front of a mirror admiring the lines and curves of her body, thinking about the exotic texture of her soft white skin. The alluring aspect of seducing any man to gain power and the temptation of doing it was exciting even before she dressed, prepping her eyes and lips to create the exotic youthful appearance of being elegant, to be desired after having an unwanted child. The only thing left to do on this morning was to bid good-bye to her son Jonathon. The absence of love inside of her heart was never meant to conceal or offer any kind of compassion for her child, she gave birth too. The pure fact and reminder was that her on family was slain and devoured by werewolves. She finally rid her self of the werewolf sibling. Politely sharing a false impression of love and letting her emotions provide comfort for Jonathon to prove she loved him. She would tell how much she would miss him, neatly folding a white handkerchief into her palm to conceal the false tears. But at last it time to leave, opening the bedroom door preparing to greet the child. Pretending to be a mournful mother unwilling to depart with her child. Finally walking down the stairs for breakfast, seeing her son waiting at the foot of the stairs to greet her as he did every morning, she smiled.