Prologue
His eyes were red and dark. At the sight of my mother's blood it brightened with intensity and life.
In front of my eight year old eyes, my mother's screams were silenced by the thrashing sound of
her throat being tossed to the forest floor. What was my mother's vocal cords, the source of her
loving lullabies, lay there. Nothing but a pile of bloody meat, collecting dirt and slowly decaying. He
stepped on them with his combat boots with a disgusting squish. My mother's killer had disappeared,
never to be seen.
The pack didn't find my mother's body until that morning. I was found
up in the tree underneath her body, shivering and wet with fresh morning dew. My father, the leader of
the pack was to grief stricken to see me and sent me off to live with his brother, Arnou. I arrived on my
Uncle Arnou's doorstep two days after my mother's death. My muteness was nothing but annoying to my
uncle for the first few weeks. He continuously tried to get me to talk or saying anything or even to just smile.
The only thing that he ever heard from me was the screams from my nightmares in the night.
After two months my Uncle had enough of my "ignorance" as he explained it. He had me go
down into the archery where all the rest of the pack was practicing from sword fights to arrows flying through
the air. I walked up to him, my mute self, small and frail.
"So, little one." My Uncle said, tightening the end of a huge long bow. "You saw your mother die, and believe
me that is a horrible thing to see." My eyes widened as he said this, as though a death was just nothing.
"Oh don't look at me like that." My uncle glowered at me making me change my expression. "When you
have seen the deaths of your friends and killed their killers like I have death is just a consequence of life,
little one. Don't you ever forget that." My uncle said this non chalantly as he looked through a bundle of
arrows next to him. I stared at him confused as to why he would say anything to me.
"From my experience, you can either do what your doing and be a coward for the rest of your
Life," I quickly glared at him, my electric green eyes staring at him with defiance. "Or," continued my Uncle finally
deciding on an arrow. As he notched in the bow and lifted up the weapon I couldn't help but notice that my Uncle
was a tall looking Alpha, with murder in his eyes. "You can stand for your pack and kill whoever tries to hurt them with
ten fold." The arrow seemed to flow from his fingertips, screaming for the blood, the kill. With the thickening thud
it hit the bull's eye. My body instantly inhaled the air that I was holding back, watching with intensity.
"As my niece, I know you are not a coward, and I intend to
help you reach the goal you desire of killing the man who has caused you your silence. I will not help you
unless you admit you are not a coward." My uncle leaned against his long bow, staring at me with his sea green eyes,
waiting for any reply from me.
After a moments hesitation the word came from my mouth with the defiance I didn't know
was my own. "No!"
"No, what!" demanded Uncle Arnou, the authority in his voice making me jolt. My electric green eyes stared
Into his sea green. "I….am-m-m-m…not-t-t-t-t …..a… cow-w-w-w-w-ard."
"Good!" exclaimed my Uncle grabbing his bow and turning away from me. As he walked off he said behind his back,
"Your training starts tomorrow."
"Train-n-n-n-n-ng ….f-o-o-o-o-r ….what?" I stuttered as I tried to keep up with him.
"Vampire Hunting, Louvel. You just joined the century old war between Vampires and Wolves."