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Conner and Rosemary Quinn had tried for years to get pregnant and eventually they managed. Ryan was born in a small village in Southern Ireland. the pack he was born into was the largest in Ireland and his father was the second in command due to the fact he was a loyal and trusted friend to all and especially their pack master. 

One night the pack were having their monthly meeting, Ryan and his father made their way there without his mother who at the time had been ill, so she had decided to stay at home. Upon entering the meeting, and because he was so well trusted,  the pack master asked Conner to go and get something they would need for later. He did so telling the pack master he would take his son so that it would help him to learn responsibilities. The pack master agreed and so both headed off into town to get what was on the list they had been given.

It didn't take them long to get what was needed and as they returned from running their errand they saw a group of men, some on horses and some on foot, all lulling around the outside of the meeting place. Conner stopped the truck knowing something wasn't right that these men were not of their pack and were not wolves.  Suddenly the door of the meeting place flew open and a strange looking man on horse back rode out, his sword as he began to sheath it was covered in blood. Conner told his son to stay where he was and tok off towards the building in hopes of helping any of his pack that were still alive. As he got close two of the men on foot ran towards him, swords drawn they slashed at him. Seeing his father fall to the ground Ryan screamed out and ran towards his body. As one of the men drew his sword high ready to cut the young boy down there was a shout and the man who had come out from the meeting place said something in a language Ryan didn't know then he smiled at the young boy. What he saw shocked and scared him. The man’s eyes were glowing blood red and his teeth were like fangs. Dismounting his horse he began to stalk his way over to where Ryan was holding his fathers body. Suddenly a tall noble looking stallion with another male sat high upon it moved between the one with the blood lust in his eyes and the young boy. "There is nothing to prove by killing a child so young. Let him live and he can tell all of the horror that happens to those who cross King Julius Maximus Antonius" Turning to Ryan he smiled a warm smile and asked him if he was injured. As Ryan shook his head no the man then simply mouthed two words "Then Run".  After what had happened to their pack his mother gathered her son and some belongings and moved them to America, and to a pack she knew of in the New York.  

Ryan never felt like he belonged in the new pack he and his mother had joint, although he never let his mother know how he felt as he could see how happy she was with how things were going. His mother had found a job and love and Ryan was happy for her.  One year he had accompanied his mother to one of her works picnic events and this was where he met a male that he instantly clicked with. The two ended up falling in love and as seen as neither felt like they belonged in the area they were in they packed up and took off down south. 

Moving to Texas, Ryan started work doing odd jobs around places. The local pack upon his arrival offered him their hand in friendship but told him he was welcome to stay in the area without joining them if he so wished. Finally feeling like his life is where it should be. Finally feeling like he belonged. The only thing he never liked was his boyfriend coming home smelling like he has been around a vampire, but since meeting the vampire in question he has gone from never trusting anyone with fangs to at least knowing there is one he can trust.