Prologue: They are unsure of their pasts.
They are fighting for their present.
They are concerned for their future.
Chapter one: Information (Zane).
It was a cloudy morning on the 16th of October 2007. In Brasov, a small town in Transylvania, a nightmare was about to begin for two of the town's residents who were not as they seemed.
In a small pub a narrator was trying his best to scare a crowd of people; most of which were booing and shouting their choice swear words at him through the smoke clad room. Even though none of the audience was paying particular attention to what he was saying (unless it was to insult him) there was one who was paying less attention than the rest, he was a werewolf leader. His name was Zane; he was of medium build, about 6 foot tall, with black shoulder length hair, piercing and questioning blue eyes and with an attitude that fit his catch phrase "I take no prisoners" right down to the nail. He was wearing a long, black denim coat, jet-black sneakers, dark denim jeans, pitch-black shades and a mid-night blue, long sleeved shirt and on the cuff of his coat was his packs emblem.
Zane wasn't the only werewolf in the pub that night, his second in command, Luna, was looking for him through the smoky atmosphere. Luna was also of medium build, about 5 foot 7inc, with blond hair cut just below the ear and with one single streak of deep mid-night blue on the right hand side of her head, her eyes were greener than the lushest leaves in summer, with an attitude that was as steely as her leaders but, unknown to anyone else, she looked up to Zane with more than just respect.
When she finally saw him through the smoke he was almost out of the back door,
"Hi Zane wait-up!" She called after him. Luna new that he hadn't heard her because he was obviously still absorbed in his own thought process so she slipped through the door and jogged after him. After a few feet Zane felt that someone was following him so he quickly sidestepped into an alleyway and waited for the person to walk by. When they did he leapt out and grabbed them in an arm lock and snarled in their ear,
"Why are you following me?" He tightened his grip.
"Zane let me go, its Luna." Luna said through gritted teeth, Zane released his grip and shook her hand in apology.
Luna said that it was ok and in future she would not sneak up on him like that. Zane gave a shadow of a chuckle and inquired
"So was there a reason for following your leader?" Luna nodded and replied,
"You won't believe what's happened" As she handed the daily issue to him. As he scanned the front page his expression darkened so much that you could distinctly see the shadow of the wolf on his face. When he looked up from the paper his eyes had gone as black as a moonless and starless night and, without a word, he walked off at full pace down the alleyway and out of sight, leaving Luna to follow in the wake of his shadow.