"They ain't exactly the neighborly type," Daryl agreed, still pacing. Thumb dropping away from his mouth and hands going to his hips. "And that's the biggest problem. They're crossing boundaries and targeting us. Not just the wolves they've always been at the throats of, but us. Our people. And yours."

He nodded at Faolan, chin lifting, "Yer boyfriend wasn't no where near their territory when he was taken. Hell, those of us that got pulled into that pit fighting shit couple months back, none of us was near Nest territory. And we couldn't stop 'em. Even if we tried patrolling outside of our own land, the other groups'd tell us to stop. Put pressure on the Night Council to have us run back to our own with our tails between our legs. And the Night Council don't even care to treat us like we're people, neither. We're just here and another notch in their damn belts."

Daryl stopped, took a breather. He was getting off track.

"Point is, we need ta be able to go out there and meet the vampires where they're comin' at us from. And we can't do that from the other side of the city from them. We need to make the Night Council see we ain't a bunch of pussies they can keep stepping all over. We need more power. We need people to sit up and take notice. Only way to get that in this city? Land."