Prologue

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I blinked my eyes open feeling the sting of freezing cold water splash over me. I glared up at the person holding the bucket.

"Nap time's over mongrels!" A vampire barked at us before we were herded off the plane. It was night time with very few stars out. It looked so sad out so broken. I looked for my sister who was being herded behind me. I was smacked in the side of the face with the butt of gun and shoved forward with a warning. We were thrown in the same truck, separate from the other wolves. They were put in an 18 wheeler while me and Sasha were put in a militarized APC. We were put on opposite sides with armed gaurds around us. I looked in her eyes as the hatch closed bathing us in darkness. I listened to her breathing, her heart was beating rapidly, in fear or excitement i didn't know. I let my redish gold eyes glow so she could know i was here. Her blue eyes glowed back at me. I knew more so then ever i had to protect her.

If you haven't caught on im a werewolf. As is my sister. To be specific we're of alpha bloodline. Sasha isn't actually. Long story, Let me start over. The world we live in isn't how yours is. Its not a good 2016 or as good as it can be. Nope the world is in complete World War 3, post world war 3. The vampires who've been around for centuries had finally decided to take over the world. It was at first an undercover secret war mainly between werewolves who were around since the dawn of time. Thats how it was supposed to be, a complete secret. But the vampires started to lose.

Different supernatural creatures, other powerful shapeshifters and spell casters joined us. We thought we'd won. My father and the other true alphas offered them peace. That was until the vampires flipped the script and came out to the world. The humans, poor mortals sided with them. And in a war where it was a 7:1 fight in our favor it was now a 1:1000 fight. That was 3 years ago. And now after the final stand if you can call it that. The last of werewolves now had no leader and we're completely scattered. I didn't know where we were going. Wether it was execution or slavery. But i knew in memory of my father and to kill my brother i had to get free. And i had to live. My name is Orion . This is my story.

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