Destiny is Calling

Chapter 3

Zarriana's POV

The small brown wolf on front of me looking down as a show of respect. She probably thought that I was in a pack because for some reason I have very strong alphatude. She was probably a rogue. Hmmmmmm wonder what her story is could be as bad as mine or maybe worse. I give the little wolf a sad look because she is probably suffering and run away. I ran to my family, I love my family most of the time but when they question my power and try to tell me what to do I go all crazy alpha on them. Well what's left of my family anyway which is my mum and that is it. Reason being is a curse that was given to me by Acturana. A curse that says my life will be filled with tradegy but whatever happens I am not giving up hope I will stay strong and keep fighting.

I arrive home and smell blood. Shit! Something's wrong. I change back (oh one thing about werewolves is that when we shift our clothes don't shred into a million tiny pieces instead it becomes a part of our skin very uncomfortable if we wear bulky clothing so normally we wear something light and we are 90% of the time barefoot.) what I see in the house is the saddest thing ever, I mean sure I barely saw her but it still hurt.

Right in front of me was a ripped up corpse that looked vaguely like my mother. It had the scent of my mother and that's how I knew it was her.

I felt sadness and I wanted to cry but I couldn't another part of the curse I couldn't show emotion. My body shook as she tried to bring the tears that were nonexistent. So instead I brought anger it was an emotion that she could but didn't have to show. She caught the scent of her mothers tormentors they were the eternal killers.

The bastards man I hate them. For those who don't know what an eternal killer is what humans call vampires. Yeah sure most eternal hunters (otherwise known as werewolves) call eternal killers vampires but I'm different oh yes very different.

I don't know what to do because I most certainly couldn't go out after the vampires they could possibly kill me and my 600 years of life have taught me to never do anything irrational. Oh yeah you heard me right I was born on 27, February 1412 in Colchester, England. I lost my pack at the age of 13 when the eternal killers attacked I was the only one who survived. Anyway enough about my history long story short I stopped ageing at 19 and the corpse in front of me and had taken care of me with her family. But they had died many years back.

I set the house alight and drag my mother out. I call the fire station and tell them my house is on fire and my mother is dead. She hears the sirens screaming and her emotions took hold and she started shaking like an earthquake.

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Hey lyriada here I know the book doesn't make sense yet but don't worry all things will be explained soon. Sorry about not updating that fast Internet ran out but will update soon.