The Death Eaters were always skeptical of Alani's power, they thought that a small, petite and pretty teenage girl wouldn't have the guts to do the Dark Lords bidding. "Alani has witnessed death first hand, in two ways. Do not let her angelic features fool you she is much more evil than I am, could you all have strangled baby bunnies to death with your bare hands when you were Eight?" Voldemort asked, they all shook their heads. "I am pleased that you made it through the Tournament, you have proven your worth to me. Give me your right wrist- usually i'd ask for your left but seen as it was cut off, I'll go for your right." Voldemort yanked her right arm, she was too scared to fight back. Voldemort gave her the Dark Mark. Alani was frozen in fear, she wasn't trembling, or breathing, she was in pure shock, her Father was terrifying. "The world has mistreated you for too long, show them, Alani. Show them just what you can do. Prove your might. They don't know your story but I do, I know how much pain you are in right now because of the full moon, I know you are a Werewolf. I know the voices in your head hurt you, now that I am here you'll have a purpose." Voldemort placed his right hand onto her cheek. "Hold her back while I have a chat with out guest." Voldemort asked Two Death Eaters, they dragged Alani back by her wrists. 