Vampires lived in covens, werewolves lived in packs, and witches lived in families, and not once did in breeding dare happen, for it would throw off the balance that our worlds existed in. What if I told you that all you knew about our world, the supernatural world, wasn't 100 percent true? Well, let me inform you, you were feed a lot of bull shit! Please allow me to set the record straight.
"Tyler Black, what a pleasure."
"I'll make it quick, Fire, as I know you are a busy...woman." I heard the snicker and rolled my eyes. "My son is taking over...the family business, as I'm sure you have heard."
"Grayson is it? He's all grown up and ready to fight in the big bad world?...What do you need from me?"
"I want Grayson to meet you, to make sure our further dealings are okay and you both are comfortable."
"I can't say I get too many werewolves in my office, let alone Alpha's, or their sons, but yes, I can meet him today. Can he here by 3?"
I stood up spinning around as the door opened, my red vampire eyes staring straight into the deepest, darkest pair of black ones I had even seen, an extraordinary feature on a wolf. My breath hitched and I struggled not to let his effect be known, after all, werewolves had the uncanny ability to have a strong sense of smell.
Are you ready to head into an unknown world?
Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...