Chancer Silver-Collins was born to Lady Margaret Collins and Quinten Silver mortal and a werewolf, but something went wrong. Horribly wrong. Instead of growing old she remained always young. Forever. Now she's in trouble and the only place she can turn to is what was once her home.
"My father, Travin," she whispered to the bloodwolf, "Was Quinten Silver." She smiled sadly. "I.. I was Lady Meg's daughter. The cause of the big fire that ruined this place oh so long ago. I think you'll understand. I need to tell someone my story. I've kept it so bottled up- But I know you'll relate.
"My parents. They were so young, lively. I know they loved me. But in following the Collinwood tradition they died young, like so many parents. Like your parents, like my gandparents. I was sixteen. And so stupid. Cursed as a child I never grew older than fifteen. I blamed Collinwood Hall, I blamed everyone. Really no one could've stopped it. You think it's so hard being a wolf-man. Duel personalities. I'm three. The Vampire, The Wolf and the Girl. But I lived with it, I'm still living with what I did to my parents.
"While I traveled back into time- too far, actually- to stop the villagers I'd practically sent to destroy my home, my parents were fighting them. Quinten was struck down by the typical silver bullet. Silver is deadly to our kind." She paused, wiping her tears of grief. "My mother was killed in the fire. I didn't return until after they were dead. And it was my fault they were killed. After we rebuilt the place I left. I didn't want to return.
"I'm back now because I'm running from something. Hopefully he won't find me here. Of course, if he does it may mean trouble. I know if something happened to Alexis you'd regret it too, Travin, for an awfully long time. Don't forget who you love."
