New Beginnings

Chapter I

There, in the small town full of different types of people, lived a girl who was half witch and half werewolf. That girl was me. It was against every single law in the witch and werewolf community to ever mate with each other. However, my parents fell in love with each other, they were mates. They kept what they were a secret from everyone, even their closest friends and family. Eventually, my mother got pregnant with me after her heat. They didn't know what to do. They were scared of what was to come to them and their child.

A little thing to know about my father was that he was one of the strongest alphas of the largest pack in the United States. He was known to be ruthless to the ones who deserved it but nice to the ones who were innocent. People from all around looked up to him for what he did and if the news broke out that he was mated to a witch and she was pregnant, they would try to kill him and her if they refused to kill the baby and reject each other.

My mother was a part of one of the strongest witch covens and was also a descendant of one of the strongest witches to ever roam the Earth. She was the last one left of her family line and head of her coven. She had been trained before she could walk to use her powers. She knew that when she got pregnant she couldn't tell anyone in her coven. She knew that they wouldn't kill me, that they would take her baby away from her as soon as I was born and use me as a weapon to become more powerful.

The reason their mating with each other would be a bad thing is that they would be creating one of the most powerful beings to roam the world. People would be scared. I mean, people are afraid of power. When my mother started showing, she ran away with my father. They loved each other a lot, even though they had only known each other for a few months. It was the mate bond that grew them closer and closer every day and when they were apart the more they would long for each other. They wouldn't be able to live without being with each other. It would bring them to their ultimate death.

A few months later they had a beautiful little girl. My parents started teaching me how to use and contain my witch powers when I was just a few months old. They didn't know what traits I would get so they trained me how to use all of them. My father taught me how to shift into my wolf. It was a beautiful solid black wolf with a white crescent moon on its hip. My father also had a crescent moon on his forehead. He had told me it wasn't a common thing to have a mark on my wolf and that I had to hide it. My parents taught me how to hunt for different animals. My mother was amazing at many different things, but my favorite thing that she taught me was knife throwing. It was the thing I was most proud of. I learned hand-to-hand combat from my father.

Most wolves shift on the full moon after their fourteenth birthday but I shifted only moments out of the womb in my father's arms. He had told me the story many times when I was younger. He had been holding me in his arms and was walking over to my mother to hand her me but before he was able to I shifted. He had almost dropped me on her with how surprised he was. They were the best people to be parents.

But all good things come to an end, and that day when I was ten. My family's cabin in the woods was attacked. It had happened before but never something that big. I still don't know how they found us but they did and I lost my parents because of it. I only survived because I was in our underground cellar. I was too young to fight and was all alone.

I remember that day like it was yesterday. I don't know how many long days I cried myself to sleep in my room after that. I remember the last words my mother ever said to me. They were, "I love you, sweetheart. Don't ever forget that we love you." Her silky sweet voice tried to calm me down. Trying to hide its fear and concern. The voices of my parents haunt my dreams at night. It was the day that I built walls up around my heart and told myself I wouldn't let anyone hurt me again. It was the day they died that I became alone, with no one to share stories or thoughts with.

I'm seventeen now and nobody even knows I exist. I go to school online but have grown tired of it and am finally going to attend a public school. I'm able to hide my scent so supernatural creatures don't sense me and also make myself smell like a human which is a good thing when being around people. I don't need another werewolf following me home. We all have a certain scent that helps each other recognize who we are. We can also use it to determine what supernatural creature someone is such as a human, vampire, werewolf, witch, and many more.

I train my body every single day so my parents' death was worth it. I train so I can protect myself from future threats and my kind. I go out every night, hunting rogues down and killing them. Rogues are a threat to most people because all they know is to hunt and kill. They are wolves without a pack and often become feral after being alone for so long. Werewolves need to be in a pack or their wolf will go insane.

School starts tomorrow. It's the middle of the year and I am more than excited to get away from my small little cabin. I can't express in words how happy I am to be doing this. I enrolled myself in the middle of summer and have waited for what feels like years for this.