Anya's POV

Arms raised in surrender, I stared at the girl I had been in a relationship with for the past year. She looked scared. She was afraid of me. Afraid of me? Have I ever given her a reason to be?

I was some steps away from the entrance of the ward but decided to come close and explain some things to her.

One step forward, my arms still raised, I began. " I was born this way. I didn't choose to become a werewolf. My parents were wolves and the good ones at that. They didn't choose it either. Some persons are born vampires. They would have to live with it all the days of their lives. They would remain in the shadows and only come out when the sun is out."

At the mention of vampires, I watched her visibly shake, but I still took another step forward. My voice was steady, my arms still in the air, I continued. " I have never imagined hunting humans for meals or fun. I have never liked the idea of some wolves and vampires doing that. I have only gotten into a fight with a human as a way