Prologue

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~South Dublin , Ireland

17th November 1996~

It was just a normal night for me! The rain was pelting down on my long red hair making it heavy and my curls more prominent. What do you expect living in Ireland? The weather is as in predictable as a woman's mood. I can say that, I'm becoming a woman as my mama would say. Don't see how! I'm fourteen for god sake! Long way to go there!

If it's not raining we get four seasons in one day though! I love my country. Our government is a bunch of eegits but,  it's the people, culture, history  and stories that make me Irish. Especially my own family's story.

I was walking home from my friend Áine's We had been studying for our Winter exams. We were in the same class and she was struggling with a couple subjects in school.I was a higher level student so I said I'd help her. Poor girl hasn't a clue. We've been going over the Reformation in History. She can't wrap her head around oul Henry VIII.

It beats getting bullied for just being me! Since I started school I've had a hard time, I have powers that no one can explain. I keep it secret from everyone but, accidents happen. Especially when your power is tied to your emotions. I'm doing pretty well with keeping it on the down low but I'm still a freak of nature. Áine has and always will be my biggest defender, And I hers. It's us two against the world. She accepts me despite the weird powers I have at my disposal. She accepts my weird as a family too. Poor girl learned about it the hard way. She's how I learned I can heal people.

I can teleport,read minds,feel what other people are feelings, can see inside their heads and a lot more that I don't even know yet. I'm still learning to use my powers. Since my grandmother disappeared it's been a lot harder.

I was born with them and they are like a curse. I only have Áine. She understands me so well. We grew up together and have been in the same classes since junior infants. (Kindergarten) The bully has always been there. Kids are cruel, it's just how you cope with it that matters. Don't think it helps I'm part werewolf either.  I can control my transformation amd Im not beholden to the full moon.

I come from an ancient line of werewolves in Ireland who are also witches.  Yep! Im a hybrid of some kind. But not Like the ones that many people would hunt. We can transform into actual wolves, we're fast, aggressive and ferocious and, unlike many other wolf species we can control our transformation on a full moon. We don't eat human hearts either.  We blend in a lot more thanks to that!

It was a curse put on my family nearly 1,000 years ago. Some demon that helped make Halloween a thing tried to have my family join his side. When they said no, he had his coven curse our blood line. Since then every girl in my family is born with what we call the wolf gene.

It's been our family's mission to keep him in Hell and if he is to rise, to kill him. Strange family I have, I know. But, we're kind of cool anyways.

I turned fourteen only a couple weeks ago on Halloween.  First one in over 300 years to be born on Halloween as well. That's when my powers got stronger. My wolf side is more prominent and my magic is gone bonkers.

My hair got darker and apparently my birthmark on my back got a lot more noticeable! . Hurts like hell! Also the birth mark on my arm became more prominent. My mama said that was a gift from someone to keep me safe. Whatever the fuck that means. As soon as I turned twelve that thing got more noticeable.

I was walking across the path to get to my home in the council estate through the newly built Spiddal Park. I smiled seeing the tree in the centre still a sapling. I knelt down to observe it.
As I used my magic to heal the trees scratched off bark; I began to feel another presence. I knew about ghosts, demons and all the supernatural beings .I'd even asked to hunt them with my uncle Gerry but, my mother wouldn't let me. She's all I've got left. My father left when I was a toddler. I barely remember him. I do remember one thing he always told me though.

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