The reaping was an old ritual practiced by our ancestors who did things differently from now.
Well, that was until the existence of all supernatural creatures was threatened by the prophecy.
Isis Hassan, a girl who knows nothing of her worth. Boun...
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The reaping was an old ritual practiced by our ancestors who did things differently from now.
Well, that was until the existence of all supernatural creatures was threatened by the prophecy.
Isis Hassan, a girl who knows nothing of her worth. Bound to the prophecy by her mate, and the very blood that runs through her veins.
Will she be able to fulfil her title? Or will she be the cause of the demise of the secrete world?
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Isis POV
I stared at the water for a long while, looking at my reflection. It was a calm Saturday morning, and I had decided to go for a walk . My sister telling me to be back in time for a run.
I was happy.
I was born of Alpha blood, my mother a wolf and my father a mix of vampire and wolf. People feared creatures like him, but also admired them. For we were the most dangerous of them all.
Without self control we could easily annihilate hundreds.
We were rare.
I had four siblings in total. Osiris who was the eldest brother, Neith who was the second eldest, Ainsley who was the third, and Ace who was the youngest brother. Standing at the age of 17, I was the youngest out of them all.
At the age of 7 my life began to change. My mouth grew soar and my bones began to crack. I had endured the worst pain in my life at 7 years old.
I wasn't supposed to live.
I was the youngest to shift in the pack, and the only child who got the vampire gene.
I struggled to control myself at times. Over feeding on blood and sometimes over killing. I was just a child at the time and I always found myself in trouble.
I was always the mature type of female. All of my siblings really, it was how we were raised. My pack has solely based our life styles on the way of the moon goddess, and by way of nature. For we think of ourselves to be pure and strong.
I found my attention being snatched away from the pond and to my screaming sister behind me. She wore a flowy dress that displayed her beautifully long legs and the front of her hair was pulled back by two braids, leaving the rest of her locs to flow down her back.
