Prologue

This is my first try at a werewolf story, so please pardon my mistake. This book is purely fiction, any resemblance of the names and places written in it to that of real life is a coincidence. Thank you for opening. Happy reading.

Glory T!na

***A few words to look out for. I'll be adding them up will I finish the book

Premier Shifting:

The premier shifting is the manifestation of the wolf gene in werewolves which usually takes place between the ages of sixteen to eighteen. This shifting gives a sense of belonging to every human-wolf. It is considered a gift and serves as a reminder that we aren't humans. The shifting differentiated a born wolf from humans and unless one experienced the shift, they are considered humans.

Apology:

If an alpha rejects your apology, you go through a series of hallucinations. The degree of it depends on the mind of the person. Some can be mild others not so much.

Wolves:

The wolves in my stories are divided into three sets.

Pure wolves:

These are wolves that haven't taken a life. After every wolf's premiere shifting (a painful shifting experience) pure wolf's experience little to no pain shifting during the full moon. They can also shift at will. Eye colour, yellow.

Tainted wolves.

These are wolves that have taken a life and they shift during the full moon but painfully. Taking a life activates a curse and these wolves will lose their ability to shift at will. Eye colour, blue.

Cursed wolves:

These creatures are specifically cursed by the moon goddess to never transform into a wolf on the full moon but they get subjected to endless shifting (breaking and never healing of bones) but never becoming a wolf on the full moon. This curse can be on anyone. Eye colour, blue, yellow, red.

Alpha:

The leader of a pack. He rules and directs and subjects everyone to his authority. Eye colour, red.

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A loud bang came to the door making Diana Tarr jolt in her seat. Her heart race faster than it ever had and it was due to the dominating fear of those outsides. Coldness gripped her to the core making her tremble from the inside out.

Her eyes race to Jaclyn, her four-year-old at the corner of the room, who had stopped playing with her doll and now stared back at her with big blue eyes filled with panic at the sudden loud noise. She swallowed shakily, dropped to her knees and crawled her way over to her daughter. When she got close, she cradled her into her arms and hushed her so she wouldn't make a sound. She hoped the angry mob outside would leave if they got no response from them, but she thought wrong.

She could hear their loud murmur right outside the door and after a minute went by, another bang came to the door, louder than the first.

"We know you're in there, we can smell your fear!" sneered the terrifying voice of Ian, the mob leader.

Her panic had made her forget the men at her door were not humans like her, but werewolves, endowed with dangerous abilities.

He was one of wild South's most ruthless werewolves. Everyone knew and feared him and as much as possible stayed off his path and Diana had done the same, but that hadn't worked out so well.

She tried to hold up a brave face as her child kept staring at her, but she couldn't, and her arms clutch tightly around Jaclyn trembled.

"Come out now while you can, or we will come in and drag you out!" Ian stated and those with him grunted and howled like savage beasts.

Diana had been threatened and mocked for the longest time, because of her baby who was considered a freak, a mysterious child and bad luck.

At his command, she rose from the floor where she had held to Jaclyn in the last few minutes and she approached the door, leaving her baby behind. She jumped in fear when another bang came on it.

The noises coming from outside died down as they sensed her nearness to the door.

Her heart raced as she placed her trembling hand on the doorknob and slowly unlocked it. More than twenty men awaited her at the door and right before her stood Ian, the man who led them. His eyes glowed in shades of yellow and an almost inaudible growl left his mouth.

They had grown up together in the wild South, but they were both loyal to their own. She was loyal to her human family and him, to his werewolves pack. They never crossed paths despite having grown in the Wild South until today.

"I am out now. Are they going to go in and loot like they always do?" she asked, her voice weak and barely audible.

He smirked and stepped up towards her and she immediately backed away. "We are not here to take anything from you, Diana, we came to ask you to leave."

Her eyes panicked for a second and Ian caught it and his smirk deepened.

They came to cast her out. She had been scarred, mocked in this town. Her parents lost their lives at the hands of the merciless werewolves and yet that didn't seem enough for them

Her eyes blurred up, "Where will I go?"

His hands balled into a fist and he growled. "We don't care where you go, we care that you leave. You have brought mockery and shame to the alpha and your freak child has brought nothing but bad luck and strive since her mysterious birth. This town needs cleansing and it can't be purified with you in it!"

At this point, helpless tears streamed down her face, "But this is my home, and I've lost so much already. You can't do this!" she dropped down onto her knees, her palms placed together to plead.

"Mama!" the little girl ran out of the room and threw her arms around her, a way to comfort her.

Ian glared at Jaclyn whose concentration stayed on her mother's wet face and she helped her wipe the tears off.

His teeth clenched and he stepped back. "If you decide to stay, the only other option you will get will be death. And unless you want the heart of your freak daughter ripped off her chest right before your very eyes, you will leave!"