We were slaves once. The daylight guardians of the vampires. I was born into servitude. Yet I harbored them no ill will. Even took a vampire for my bride. It was forbidden, our union. Viktor feared a blending of the species. Feared it so much he killed her. His own daughter. Burnt alive for loving me. This is his war. Viktor's. And he spent the last 600 years exterminating my species.
It wasn't the Lycans. It was you. How could you bare my trust knowing that you killed my family?
Yes, I have taken from you but I have given so much more. Is it not a fair trade for life I have granted you? The gift of immortality?
And the life of your daughter? Your own flesh and blood?
I loved my daughter. But the abomination growing in her womb was a betrayal of me and the coven. I did what was necessary to protect the species. As I am forced to do yet again.