In a world within our own, Vaya Renes, The High Priestess of the battling Lycan pack, The White Mountains, receives a warning from one of history's most feared Demons, in his effort to escape his oppressor.

Iblis, the Devil who murdered an entire royal realm, has a new name on the top of his hit list. And it very well happens to be her. As Vaya goes into hiding, turning her back on her religiously fanatic past, she begins to settle into the comfortable and free life of a human. Until she starts having terrible visions of the World's End. When the abandoned and mysterious mansion she dwells in starts revealing secrets of her dark and dangerous heritage, Vaya has to make a life or death decision.

Either wait until the Devil finds her, or beg for help from the one pack she was raised to hate, The Black Mountains.

Every step she takes, she uncovers not only why all the answers she needs point to a despised Alpha, but just exactly why Satan wants her dead...

Prologue

The man in the center of the room grimaced. He was dressed in a blue dress shirt and black pants, and his sleeves were rolled up as he held a glowing white orb that stretched to the size of a beachball. His youthful features were not a reflection of his age. Because behind him, his white wings folded gently against his back. This angel was ancient.

His surroundings were an immensely large library, and the room's elegantly designed walls coiled far, far up into a glass dome, that let in no sunlight from the outside world.

Behind the man, in the entrance to the dark library, stood a boy, no younger than fourteen. His gaze was set intently on the orb that illuminated the mysterious features of everything and everyone in the room. Brushing his black hair out of the way of his blue, nearly obsidian colored eyes, he silently crept forward, trying to capture the images in the orb more clearly. The angel which held it, was not yet aware of the dangerous secrets that slipped into the boy's mind.

As both were lured in by the orb's call, it pulsed erratically, zooming into a scene inside of a cabin which, at the present time, was being lighted by the morning rays of the sun. As peaceful as it might of seemed at the moment, it all quickly changed as a large red stained bed came into view. In a flash, two bloodied bodies laid in it, while a tiny figure screamed and cried, kneeling at the foot of the bed. The child itself was still beautiful in such a horrifying moment, her hair flowing to the floor, the hue of diamonds and sand in the summer, her skin as pale as winter

snow, her eyes the depth of the most alluring ocean. Her lips tinted a light orange, reflected against the royal colors of Zamravna, the Kingdom of Nephilim.

"...mommy... daddy..." s he rocked against the marble floor, sobbing.

A woman ran in, and stopped in revoltment at the murderous sight. But in the woman's point of view, the second she had seen the bodies, her attention was drawn in by the open window, which seals were stained in red blood. Not hand marks. Claw marks.

The woman gasped. "Eralavaia! Get away from that place!"
Running to the child, she dragged her away from the room, away from the window, which now,

a creature began to crawl through.

It had no eyes, yet it turned toward them in hunger, and growled. It's bare skin wrinkled as it crouched, and sprang at the two females.

The child screamed, and held up her hands, and a bolt of lightning flew at the demon, mid air. As the electricity hit the demon, it was hit back against the far wall in the room. It snarled and wiggled as it got on its feet, opened its mouth and spewed bits of Evil and Darkness, who, like leeches, grabbed onto the screaming child, tearing at her skin.

As the Darkness suddenly grew teeth, it bit her.
The globe went white, and the boy gasped, alarming the angel.

Realizing his mistake, he backed away, but not before the angel whirled around, dropping the orb to the ground as it shattered. He had the boy wrung by the neck of his shirt, pulling him close.

"Grandfather, please!" the boy pleaded. "I just wanted to see her!"

The angel's face softened for a moment, then grew strict once again. "Do you realize what you've done? You have put my allegiance in suspicion! No other soul was supposed to see that!" he nearly screamed. "I am to protect Her!"

"You are not her Guardian! I am!" the boy yelled, squirming out of his grandfather's grip. In a second, the boy's skin burned brightly, as if he was on fire. As the smell of burning flesh filled the room, the angel gently let go, and gaped at the unbelievable sight.

Dropping to the floor, the boy grunted, but his skin no longer burned. He had no wounds, and didn't seem to be in pain. His skin glowed a slight orange, but his clothes were covered in scorch marks.

The boy's dark eyes glinted as he looked up. "No more secrets..."