Prologue

"I've missed this," moaned Jackson as he placed kisses on Lydia's cheek and neck. The two teenagers were clinging to each other's naked bodies, not wanting to let each other go. "I'll never leave your side again."

"Promise?" asked Lydia as she smiled, staring into Jackson's eyes.

"I promise."

"Good," said Lydia as she broke away from him and got out of the bed. She quickly threw on one of his shirts that was lying on the floor and made her way to the bathroom. "I got to pee."

"Really?" scoffed Jackson as he showed an annoyed face, mad that Lydia ruined the moment.

Lydia giggled as she ran towards his bathroom and opened the door. As she stepped in, she jumped from the immediate cold breeze. As she entered, she realized that she wasn't in Jackson's bathroom.

"Hello?" asked Lydia as she froze in place, scanning her surroundings.

She looked around to see that she was in the middle of a road and was surrounded by trees. She twirled around to see that the door back to Jackson's room had disappeared and that she was truly in the middle of nowhere.

"Help me!"

Lydia jumped as she heard the scream of what sounded like a scared woman. She turned to the source of the noise to see the aftermath of a car accident. One car was flipped over and nearly off the road while the other car had some damage done to the front.

"Please, help!"

Lydia rushed over to the flipped car to see a pregnant woman crawling from out of the car. The woman was crying hysterically as she tried to get far away from the vehicle.

"No help is coming for you dear."

Lydia froze as she recognized the voice that was speaking. She watched Gerard Argent came from around the overturned car and approached the woman. He looked about twenty years younger but still sported that same sadistic smile.

"You know… it was quite difficult finding you," said Gerard as he looked at the pregnant woman. "Your family taught you how to hide pretty well."

"What are you talking about?" asked the pregnant woman as she crawled away from the hunter. "What do you want?"

"What any hunter wants, sweetie. For a better and safer world. A world without werewolves. A world without you."

"I don't know what you're talking about," spat the woman.

"Yes, you do. I know the truth about you. You may go by Margaret Miller now but I know your true name: Margaret Cora Hale."

"I'm not a Hale!"

"Yes, you are," said Gerard as he pulled out a baton and pointed it at her direction. "You're a filthy mutt just like the rest of them. You might be able to escape your name but you can't escape your nature."

"Please," begged Margaret as Gerard started to advance upon her. "I'm going to have a son. Please don't hurt us."

"He'll probably be wolf scum… just like the rest of your family," said Gerard as he raised his baton.

Lydia released a scream as she watched the hunter begin to beat in the pregnant woman's head. She cried out wanting to help but suddenly felt a pair of arms pull her back.

"Lydia!"

Lydia turned around to see that she was now in Jackson's bathroom and was weeping in his arms.

"What's wrong?"

"Didn't you see that?" asked Lydia as she scanned the bathroom, looking for any trace of what she just saw.

"See what?" asked Jackson as he too looked over the bathroom.

"I just watched Gerard Argent murder a woman… she was related to the Hales."