Shadows of the Moon

Chapter One: Hunters

Many of us lived in fear that we would be found. That we would be killed. Our existence was a danger to the shifters who took over our world. We were some of the last survivors of the human population. But there were a few of us who fought back within the great cities and small towns.

The shifters called us hunters, we were a raise all our own. Hybrids. A cross between a shifter and a fae. Some of us could shift, some of us had the power of the fae, but few of us had both abilities. Most of us worked on our own, it was safer that way. We lived with the humans protecting their small groups around the world. I was in Central America with a small group of human living in a very small town. It was easy to protect and keep the town hidden within the thick forest.

My father once told me when I was very young, that the shifter population would over run the world and humans would be endangered. He said that it was our job to protect the remaining human population because we were created to protect those who cannot protect themselves. That we were protectors and not hunters. The shifters didn't see us that way. They seen us as a threat to their packs, so we were to be killed on site. My father said that life was precious and it was not to taken unless there was no other way. I have only killed a hand full of rouge shifters.

My family came from a long line of protector. We could all shift and we all had the powers of the fae. Some were healers others were warriors, much to my mothers dismay I had the warrior gene.

The shifters had slowly taken our world. It had taken them hundreds of years to do but they did it. Now every other supernatural was in danger of extinction.

They called him the Alpha King. One man now ruled the world. He made the laws. He named us hunters and said to exterminate us at any cost.

I never expected my life to end this way. In a cold dark alley in the middle of the night. Warm crimson blood pooled on the cold ground beneath me. Nobody could hear my silent screams of pain. Nobody was there to see the tears of sorrow for family that once loved me. I was alone. Nobody cared or thought to stop man who pulled the trigger of the gun. I laid staring at the clear night sky, many bright stars shone high above. I could hear the gurgling of blood in my chest. I was going to die any second.