Author's Note: I am not exactly sure where this would fall under. Les Twins have multiple talents, dancing and making music being only a couple of their many genres of creativity. They have inspired several writing pieces, some of which; like this one, are works in progress while some are simply one-shots. If you do not know who Les Twins are, might I suggest watching some of their videos on Youtube? I promise that you won't regret it. They are both sexy as hell. Without further interruption, enjoy!

Prologue

Blood always looked black in the moonlight. It clung to the woman's skin in dark patches, but not all of it was hers. She had put up one hell of a fight before being shot in the head. She wasn't dead, not yet. Her chest continued to rise and fall with each breath she took. The gaping wound at her temple was already beginning to heal, growing smaller. A groan seemed to escape her when the bullet wiggled free, her body ejecting the foreign object. It had been silver, just like the bullet that had taken his brother's life. Why had she been spared? How had she not succumbed to the taint of the silver in her system? His heart was heavy, his grief nearly palpable as he moved closer.

"How is she?" He asked the white-haired woman crouching down beside the injured woman.

"Rapidly healing." Came the Healer's thick accented voice. It was hard to pin-point it's exact origin but it sounded close to Romanian. "I'm afraid she may not remember much, if anything at all. The bullet was silver as well. It is possible that it's taint could have caused her to forget virtually everything. She is lucky that she is still alive."

He sighed softly. "Perhaps it better if she forgets. What happened tonight-"

"It was not your fault, Laurent."

"It may have only been by five minutes, but I was the older of us two, Sparrow. It was my responsibility to take reign but I didn't want it. I would not have made a good leader for the Pack back then. I was not ready. Larry was left to pick up my slack, to step up to the throne and now he and his daughter are gone. My Twin is gone."

Sparrow stood and placed a supporting hand on his shoulder. "We need you now more than ever, Laurent. With Larry gone we- we have no one. By rights, the reign of the Pack should go to her but she is too fragile now to take over. You must."

He closed his eyes and sighed. "I only do it for him…and for her."