"Obey"
That's the only way "they" will let us live.
We call them "they" because we don't really know who they are, I don't even know what we are!
You might call us: Angels, saviors, warriors... Etc but the truth is that we could be nothing really... We're the untold truth, we're the purest creatures, we're the ones who cannot commit a sin. But we do...
We are not the truth, we are not pure, we commit a sin. We get punished, and sometimes we even disappear, like we were nothing, and sometimes that all I could feel, what I'm allowed to feel nothing.
That moment, that second, someone commit the sin of asking for a real life, for having a feeling, that second of happiness they have, only one second, and even though they know that they do it anyways. This indescribable happiness they go through, it's worth it.
I'm happy though, that I can help humans that I can do something good, or at least that's what I thought, until I found myself thinking of all of these questions, that I never had the opportunity to answer; why? Because before I even notice I committed a sin, I have been dragged into madness, my one second of happiness, but what is it that I have committed? What kind of a sin have I got myself into?
Werewolves are mythical creatures, right?
Wrong, they are real. I am real.
The 1 billion of my brethren are real. More powerful through all those years. The silence about our kind through centuries is caused by the forgotten history or should I say forced forgotten history. The strongest empire amongst all civilizations has crumbled.
One way or another all werewolves blended and adopted to how mortals live, in short naïve, common, and stupid. But nevertheless, we're still how we are supposed to be: primal and dominant among others.
A mix of animalistic instincts and human intellect.
I am Torianna Reyna Lopez. Prime legionnaire of the east.
But I have a secret I am not a trueborn werewolf. I was born human. Turn into a werewolf. How? Secret.
No one knows aside from me. I am a mystery to my kind. Literally. Born mortal, but not anymore.
I have preserved my secrets for decades. Safe, sound, and secure. I promised to bring this secret to my grave. To save the existence of all beings out of chaos and possible damnation.
That's what I thought if only I knew...
Less than a month and the new werewolf kingdom my faced the same fate as the old werewolf empire. With an invisible clock timing their every second, would Torriana be saved by her atrocious past, be outcasted by her present or be banished in the future.