Prologue
In the world of supernatural the fear of old and unseen is common. The children of moon, the werewolves, are mostly the peace keepers and servers of justice. The witches known for keeping nature in balance. With many legends came the story of The Anion House. It is said The Anion House was the residence of The Hounds of Justice. The first and only werewolf and vampire hybrid immortals, probably the most dominant and feared trio to ever walk the planet. No one has been able to locate the hounds or their house ever since a war broke out and the witches cursed them after the trio's Omega passed away during the war. The legend says The Third One will be the only one with enough power to bring the Alpha and Beta back from their comatose state inside the house. The legend, for years, has served as a backbone for Omegas' strength and power. This unity is called the dawn of a new era for the supernatural.
Colby Daniels, however, has never been a believer. As a third generation hybrid omega he has always be pampered. He loved the attention but somewhere in the back of his head he knew all this attention was only because of the fact he was in the category of possibly being The Third One. Being a hybrid omega is very rare due to the vampire genes which usually confirm a male hybrid will most likely be a Beta. Male hybrid omegas are as rare as a female beta.
At the age of twenty three he left home after his parents and brother died in a car crash which he miraculously survived. He joined a pack in the outskirts of Pensacola, Florida. There he learned of a man, an old leader, who lived many centuries ago. Who was said to be The Alpha of the Hounds of Justice. No one was sure of his name the only answer he would get is that the ancestors have not been allowed to tell either of the hounds' names. The pack was of pure werewolves and had never encountered a hybrid. They welcomed Colby with open arms but he knew there was something they were hiding from him. The pack's current leader, Hunter, mostly known as Triple H and his wife, Daphne had been treating Colby as a gift or something. The pack almost felt as if it was where he belonged. He never understood why. Maybe it was because he always lived with his parents and brother that he never knew how it felt to be connected with a pack.
Then there was the room where no one was allowed to go. He heard about it from the younger werewolves and later found out he was indeed not allowed inside the room, or anyone for that matter of fact except for Hunter.
A few months after the discovery of the room Colby found himself standing outside the door. His curiosity getting the best of him. Taking a deep breath Colby opened the door and walked inside making sure to shut the door behind him. The room was empty except for two coffins with glass lids. Inside them were two men; one with long black hair and slight facial hair around his lips and on his chin. He appeared quiet muscular and was dressed in a black suit minus the tie. The other was smaller with blonde curly hair; he was also dressed in a black suit. The lids were open and thing that intrigued him was the bodies were radiating warmth and were perfectly tanned unlike the pale color the death have. He trailed his fingers over the edge of the coffins and stood at the head of the coffin of the black haired man. He touched his cheek and felt waves of energy go up his arm and throughout his body. Colby jerked his hand back just as the door opened and Hunter walked in. Hunter looked from Colby to the coffin meanwhile the smaller man tried to find words to defend himself.
"Hunter I was just…" he stuttered and was cut off by a gasp coming from the black haired man lying in the coffin. Colby jerked back as steel grey eyes looked up at him. Taking a few steps back Colby gulped as the man sat up in the coffin and groaned shaking his head.
"Roman?" Hunter asked inching towards the black haired man. Roman looked up at the blonde haired man stepping towards him. He knew the immortal, he wanted to remember but his body was too weak to function. His blurry mind was able to mutter out the blonde man's name unconsciously.
"Hunter?" he said in his deep gravelly voice which sent shivers up Colby's spine.
"Hey buddy." Hunter smiled placing a hand on his shoulder. The war came rushing back to him and he widened his eyes.
"Jonathan. Where's Jonathan?" he asked in a worried voice.
"He's okay. Calm down." Hunter assured the black haired man. Hunter moved away showing the coffin next to Roman's. Roman looked from Hunter to Jonathan's motionless body. Getting out of the coffin he stood next to Jonathan's and ran the back of his fingers on his cheek.
"What happened to him?"
"Same thing that happened to you." Hunter answered and glanced at Colby who was standing frozen. Roman followed Hunter's gaze and his breath hitched when he saw Colby standing there looking as if he had seen a ghost. Roman took a step towards him but dizziness hit him and he stumbled. Hunter caught him and supported him against his body.
"Easy. Come on let's get you something to eat. Colby help me out here." Hunter said as he began walking towards the door. Colby followed him and gave Jonathan one last look before shutting the door. It was late and everyone was asleep so it was easier to carry Roman down the stairs and out of the door. To Colby's surprise he turned into a large black wolf and padded towards Colby nuzzling his face against the brown haired man's leg. He cautiously petted the soft black furry head and saw Hunter turn as well. The two wolves took off and Colby followed behind jumping from tree to tree as they hunted for their prey. The grace and agility of the black wolf was impressive to Colby.
Soon Roman found a couple camping out and shifted into his human form before showing himself after shedding off his suit jacket. Colby jumped down behind the pair making sure they won't run. The pack always did this making sure the prey didn't run or escape since Colby was part vampire his speed was usually a major factor used during the hunt. His eyes met Roman's before he saw his fangs and in a flash Roman was latching onto the woman like a leech while Colby held onto the man. Mere seconds later he dropped the woman and Colby pushed the man into his chest, who was also dropped after a few seconds. Roman licked his lips scooping the last of blood drops onto his tongue.