Chapter One: Katya

The rain pelts my head as I leave the orphanage. My father had taken one look at me and laughed. He would not accept a vampire child. They were an abomination. He was the Alpha of the Zion tribe, he had a mate. One night with a human woman meant nothing to him. My mother gone crazy from her less than acceptable daughter. I changed as most vampire children do. 

Normally, humans know nothing of the werewolf communities within their city streets, they wouldn’t believe that their safety that they hold on to so much means absolutely nothing in all reality. 

 The parrying dagger flies past my face, as I turn to avoid it. My opponent shifts back to his wolf form. My arms are soaked with my blood and the forbidden’s blood. Forbidden had been coming into our city in droves as of late. Forbidden had been dispelled by any of the Alpha’s from the six packs; meaning that eventually they became rabbid, and lost control trying to come back and attack the thing they missed the most, their clans, their packs….their people. The gift of me being a vampire was that while they went crazy over something they lost, I could never miss what I didn’t have. I throw my trident sword stabbing the black wolf in the chest, it’s yelp hurting my ears. I use my speed to tackle the 8-foot wolf to the ground, it swiping its claws down my back, and grinding the sword deeper into his chest. I am masking our presence in this alley from the humans, they walk along the sidewalks ignorant of the battle going on around them. They would surely lose their minds at what they saw. Poor little feeble humans. I look down at the eyes of the wolf underneath me. One tear drops out. 

“I’m sorry little brother, the pain ends now,” I say beheading it in one swift moment. 

The forbidden seem to come to their senses in the last moments realizing the end is to come; some never do and in those occasions, it's a relief for me, with occasions like these it actually absolutely breaks my heart. They missed their families, the need to be accepted becoming too overwhelming and driving them insane. The pack Alpha’s had agreed a couple of years ago with numbers dwindling that they would be pickier in forbidding other wolves, the leaders before them, however, were not as kind, forbidding as they pleased. My father being one of them. I get on my bike, time to deliver the head to the Alpha. I enjoy delivering the heads to their Alpha’s mainly because it makes them see the error of their ways. The engine rolls over echoing on the walls of the alley. I drop the masking spell. Along with being a vampire, I hold certain abilities and techniques for some reason to hide things from humans and control them as well. I drive towards the Archeon packs territory. 

I needed to leave the orphanage before the man hurt me. He kept coming into the rooms and taking little girls with him. They never came back the same. Never looked the same. Mama had loved me until I turned 8 and my eyes started to change. Mama always seemed sad, but then mama got mad. One day after school I walked into our small apartment and mama was running around breaking things, saying mean things about me. 

“It was one night, you shouldn’t be here.” She said, pressing against the wall and looking at me scared. “You, you used to be so innocent but those cat eyes are weird, and you, you, you’re the devil.” She stuttered running to her room and locking the door. 

I cried out. I wanted my mama, and mama didn’t want me. I was hungry. Why didn’t my mama love me? 

The Archeon territory was on the southeast side of the city. I drive up to the gates that belonged to Alpha Agora. I was not liked or disliked by these Alphas. They were indifferent to my kind, knowing we were a necessity to their people, and amazingly enough Agora was very open-minded. Even at times pondering aloud in my presence what could cause the DNA between a werewolf, and a human to mutate. She had asked at one time if I would submit a blood sample to her doctors to investigate further. I had given it. It made Agora believe I wanted badly to be whole to one side or the other. I however had become accustomed to being me, so I would rather stay me. 

I walked into the two-story house down the hallway. A couple of the guards watched me with their yellow eyes cautiously. 

“Hey beefy,” I called out to the biggest guard leaning on the wall, “where’s your Alpha?” I asked holding the bag out that held the forbidden’s head. 

“I’m Manuel and you know this Katya.” He answered rolling his eyes. 

“All of you look alike just smell different,” I say sarcastically. 

Manuel pushed off against the wall and walked away from me shaking his head and sighing. Manuel wasn’t so bad. He had long black hair he kept in a ponytail and liked to frequent the club I held in the center of the city. I followed behind him, making him look over his shoulder. 

“Another forbidden?” He asked scrunching his eyebrows together. 

“Yep, hate for you all to do your own dirty work,” I answered walking passed him into the doorway. He let out a low growl as I passed. “Sit, I bite back,” I said not being intimidated by the growl. 

“I understand that he is the new Alpha to the Capsillum pack, he needs to be introduced. He unseated Derrick, and Derrick had certain obligations to us that still need to be fulfilled, he needs to understand this. I don’t care where he came from, we need to meet set a dinner, set lunch, a meeting of any sort for fucks sake, do what you need to do Bethany! What you are hired to do!” Agora slammed the phone down and looked up at me in the doorway. 

“Trouble in pack paradise?” I ask, with a small smile. 

Agora sighs loudly. “What can I help you with Katya?” 

“Brought you one of your forbidden. He was next to the main street.” I say tossing the bag on the floor. “Figured you could bury what is left.”

“Why do you insist on showing me the error of my elder's ways? What can I do but what I am already doing?” She said leaning on her desk. Agora stood at 5’11 with a gorgeous but slender build. He red hair was held in a messy bun. Her yellow eyes glowed reflecting the light from them. 

“The error? Like they weren’t people at one time?” I scoffed. “Agora, I bring these heads to you and your like so you never forget and hopefully change for the better.” I turn to leave. 

“Why would you care about our downfall?” She asks, leaning down to the bag. 

“I don’t other than the revenue your kind bring into my club,” I answer walking back down the hallway.