It was common knowledge that the three clans where always at war. If one side claimed an area, another would fight to gain dominance over it. Thus three simple rules were made to maintain some balance between the three.
To go on another clan's territory would be punishable by death
Romance between opposite clan members was strictly forbidden
The only time the three clans could interact was during the Full Moon Gathering
Too bad I was never really good with rules. My name is Roxas. I am part of the Werewolf Clan. Like any pup, I grew up hearing the constant reminds never to associate with the other clans. Our clan blamed the others for the past war where we were nearly eradicated. Even though we are the most powerful race, we are nothing due to our small numbers. But that reminds me, who are the two other clans?
The most powerful clan at the moment is those damned leeches. The Vampyres are very old beings, almost as old of us. They hold great power over the forces of darkness, and each one is granted mysterious gifts that only surface after a great ordeal. The Vampyres are known for their callousness. It is even said that that they lost their emotions when they became the undead.
The second are the Hunters. Even if they are humans, they are extremely powerful. Some of the world's greatest wizards and sorceresses come from the Hunter Clan. They are also very pompous bastards. Everything is either black or white to them. No grey in between. They protect the small human towns from demons, rouge werewolves and rouge vampyres.
The third is the Werewolves. We are in tune with nature herself. We are her children, and she is our mother. Our second forms mirror colossal wolves. For example, even though I am a young girl, I am the same height of a grown man standing straight. We are easy to recognize, due to our animalistic traits. Some of us possess claws, others tails and ears; all symbolizing the wolf within us. However, I do not have an animalistic feature, and because of this I am ostracized by the rest of my Clan. To them I am an abnormality.
It was because of this that I am nomadic. I wander through the three territories. When I was a pup, they had given me a small den away from our camp. But when they deemed me old enough to protect myself, I was kicked out. Now to the present, and to my current problem.
I was in Hunter territory.
I had five guns pointed to my head.
And I was stuck in an alley
"Well now, a lonely mutt is in our territory." One of the hunters grinned, and then raised his hand to signal someone behind me. I turned to see a hand coming towards my head. He, or she, hit my head, and with a small groan I fell into darkness.
