Cacique Stories

My name is Techiayotl Esperanza Sanchez This is my story, about my bloodline and life. I write this journal so that there is proof of my existence; my parents’ my brother and sisters, my blood. There are those that will attempt to erase our existence and bloodline, but they will never be able to achieve this evil intent. If I should die, I hope and pray to the gods this journal does not end up in the wrong hands. I am one of the last ones of my line, the keeper of the treasure of our people,our bloodline. Here is my story. Before they came for us, we had a privileged life, we were happy until they killed my family. They thought they killed me also… but I did not stay dead. Now I am reborn in my true form, .I am an Aztec goddess and warrior; a Nahual, a werewolf. I will not rest until I kill them all…

The word love sounded strange, especially from the background she was from. But who would have thought that love would find her in her substitute college professor. "Be careful what you wish for", he whispered down her ear while his long fingers skimmed her lips down to her neck where they claimed their hold.