Winter has come to New York, and with it, a blizzard. Ezekiel Lennox, being deterred by neither wind nor snow, has set himself to the task of clearing out the corpses from a commercial zone. He wants to put on an ice fair.
She thumps her head against a nearby wall. "Clothes. I'm trying my best not to get all mad and bitey. You know how hard Mom had it?! How much my uncle had to help her? You don't."
"How?! How are they different now? What astounding new circumstances makes up for like ten years of being completely disappeared? How did you even find me, huh?"
(There is at least one vampire watching the unfolding scene, wondering if he'll have to intervene.)
"Daddy says you can't just have wolves running around without a pack. Especially if they start hanging around with...." He looks around at the various pale figures amongst the crowd. "Lilith's other babies," he whisphers.
"I am not your sister! I belong right! Here! And I don't care what my biological father thinks about it!"
She gives something between a laugh and a sigh. "It's not like you two did anything to me, but I hate you anyway. Sorry."