Kristina's Point Of View
It has been 2 years since my stand off with Vian outside my house.
When he eventually came after me, I was already here in the US thanks to all the gold bars we found under the floorboards in mom and dad's bedroom.
Luke and the Nirvanian pack had already come into existence and accepted my sister and I as two of their own and I had killed Vian off with my bare hands. Or rather, my relentless bloodthirsty side did.
Being half vampire came with a price.
I could not be a normal version of a shifter nor a vampire.
Whenever I would try to be normal; without the killing and the blood and the... No. Let's not go there. My thirst would kill my sanity and eventually blood would start pouring from my eyes as I destroy everything in my path for the thing I all but yearned for.
Human blood.
Luke helped. He understood, although I never knew why. He kept finding me pints of blood from human donor's across the world.
But they didn't have to know that.
Gian was still missing in action... As is the norm for a jerk like him.
For a mate, he did quite a lousy job and the longing for him was starting to become unbearable.
Despite the aching truth that I partly hated him for abandoning us and also for being my parents as well as our pack's cause of death.
Katarina, my sister; lived an invisible life, keeping to herself most of the time. But we were still close... As close as any two teenage Hybrid sisters could be.
I now spent my time training to be as fit and strong as possible.
And to hide from hurting people even more with the venom that ran through my veins.
I hated being a hybrid half-blood freak.
But I guess that's what I was meant to be.
So I pushed on.
Since our Alpha Female's disappearance I've been spending all my time in the packs gym with Jason drooling over me while I was punching bags and pumping iron until Mary-Anne and Katarina would have to drag me out of there by my ears.
Today I was forced to make a cake for our Lexi, so much so that I found myself covered in cake flour. The kindness she had given me in return was remarkable, envied even.
She had given me food from her plate, the first option. It was a gesture many would kill for.
But that wasn't what bothered me as I scoffed down the last bite of my portion of cake.
It was the fact that our kinds mortal enemy stood before us, demanding a conversation that had my bruised fists itching for a release.
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Alpha Luke
Werewolf♥ COMPLETED ♥ [First Installment of "The Prophecy" Series] Two Alpha's. A bond. A Prophecy. A god... And dozens of pasts entwined with one another; who all just refuse to die. With all odds against a young future Alpha, she battles to find a way to...
