This has nothing to do with a fanfiction, it's my own story I'm writing. But I reaalllyy wanna see what people think of it, and I'm definetly not showing it to my parents. Anyway's, review and enjoy!

Chapter 1

I growled viciously while standing in a defensive position. My dark brown eyes were already starting to phase into the bright golden color that I grew used to seeing. I held my sword up and the tip rising high above my head, its aura turning to a deep red. My human canines then grew into long sharp canines, both top and bottom. My Dark brown hair flowing back along with the outfit I'm wearing. The swift long blue dress with diamonds imbedded into its top part of the dress, moving across from my left hip to my right armpit in which my dress stopped at. It was custom made by mother, who was lying dead behind me.

I bared my canines at the male who threatened my family, and killed half of them. My sister, mother, father were dead. My brother and younger brother lay injured on the floor. I charged at the man who called himself Cleo, and swung my sword at his throat. He sunk to the floor, making me miss. I held my sword in one hand, and opened my free hands palm.

A bright blue flame lit up in it, expanding until its width reached the tip of my fingers. I threw the flame at the man, and it landed on him, freezing him up. I laughed at the foolish man, and then looked straight into his eyes. I held up my sword, smirking at the frightened looking his face. I sliced his body in half, and stepped on the man's head when the upper part fell on the floor. It crushed under my strength. My eyes were burning bright yellow, yet my canines grew back to normal. I put my sword back in its sheath, and looked around myself. I opened my palms once more, except a green flame lit in it.

I walked up to my two brothers, and put the green flame on both of them. They're injuries healed, and they came to life. My older brother and younger looked up at me, and hugged me tight. My eyes turned back to normal. Then, tears sprang into my eyes and poured down my cheeks in silent sobs. They felt the tears on their shoulders, and held me tighter.

"Tori," Jake whispered, who was my older brother. I sniffed, "What are we going to do now that mother father and sister are dead?" I asked. When I said that, Tyler started to cry. It was obvious he didn't want to hear those words. I grabbed him and held him on my chest, rocking him back and forth. After all, he was only twelve and lost his parents. It was a lot to take in. "Shh, everything's going to be alright little one." He only sobbed harder, and held on tighter.

Jake looked at me with sorrow in his eyes. "We must flee sister. It's not safe here." Jake spoke softly. "I-I know. But the least we can do is buryingthe others." I put down Tyler and he whimpers at me. I bent down to kiss his nose. Then I had turned around to go towards the dirt. I dug up three holes in the ground, and placed my father in the first one, my sister in the second, and my mother in the third. Tears welled up again; and I was crying, hard. Jake ran over and hugged me tight. "Mother and father would want us to move on.

It's going to be okay Tori, I promise." I nodded my head and threw dirt over the three. Then I started walking away from our home, our beautiful house. I held on to the sheath, and listened to my brothers footsteps as they followed me. Right now, they were the only thing keeping me sane. If they had died as well, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I'd go into a mental state and would never come out. Besides, I have to stay strong for them.

I walked into the woods, and took a deep breath. I had always loved the fresh air coming from the forest. I walked in it, forgetting everything; I stretched a hand out and felt the leaves as I walked. I was in a daze until Jake snapped me out of it. "Do you know where you are going?" I stood there, dumbfounded."Actually, I have no idea." I answered. "But at least it's away from home Jake." Tyler ran up by my side and held onto my hand. I smiled down at home and ruffled his hair. The thing is I grew up in a pack. Until a man named Cleo came from out of nowhere, and joined our pack as a submissive wolf. He turned half of our pack against us, and they fought each other. I being the princess, my father died protecting me. The male killed my mother and sister without hesitation. I killed him soon after. We were a happy pack, but it was sad to end so soon. I was turning eighteen next month, and that would have been the month of me becoming Beta. Even though I refuse to mate, especially to an alpha wolf, they would have just place a male to rule with me, but not to love me.

I was fine with that until things became upside down. That was the first time I've ever killed another wolf. Everybody deserves to live, but I had to kill Cleo, otherwise I and my brothers wouldn't be walking in a forest right now. I was trained on how to fight, throughout my life. My father helping me take safe measures to insure I would be able to protect myself if anybody had tried to mess with me.

Good thing too, again we wouldn't be alive. One thing's for sure though, it's better for us to keep alive if we want our pack to live out in their names. We are to carry everything we do and make our own back. That way our pack stays alive, in our hearts and minds forever. So it doesn't completely die off into the extinction of the blue moon wolf pack. Jake had a mate, until she was murdered. He never even thought of dating again. I pity him so much; it must have been hard on him.

That was four years ago, and now he's twenty-two. He loved his mate a lot, and he wouldn't even speak to his family for a week. He was so heartbroken; it even broke my family's heart to see him that way. It was obvious he wasn't going to recover in a while. What happened was one day my brother's mate was out in the forest hunting for some food when a vampire came and ripped her apart. Then the vampire took her remains and threw them in front of my brothers little hut in the forest. Jake had walked out to go find her when he tripped over her body parts.

And that's when he screamed. It woke us all up and we checked on him, only to find him weeping over her dead body. It was truly sad for that to happen. Jake had hunted the vampire down and beheaded the vampire. It was out of complete hatred and rage. Though never did his heart fill again. My family did their best to comfort him and make him forget. But he would think of her every day, and for days he had nightmares about the incident.

Two years later and he showed improvement, when he started hunting again. When he turned twenty-two he was himself again. Yet he didn't dare mate. Tyler always helped Jake when he needed.

Tyler himself had been a happy pup, living his life till the day his parents and sister died. Tyler looks braver then he did before, he's trying to grow up from what happened even though it was only a few hours ago. Tyler's sister, Emily, was the same age as him. It's horrible that she had to die at the age of twelve. They were irrespirable. Born as twins, they did everything together. It was hard on him to be separated from her completely. Even to me it looks weird for her not to be by his side right now.

My parents loved us all very much. We were all treated the same, and no favorites were picked. Yet I always thought of my mother as weak. Only because she used to be an omega, until my father somehow fell in love with her. I never really liked my mother, she disgusted me. And I treated her like a servant. I know that's rude and mean but, after all she's still an omega. An outcast, lower submissive wolf.

Then my father found her bleeding one day and helped her. That's when he asked her to be his mate. That's when soon after Jake was born, then me. I treated my dad like the dominate wolf he was. Sometimes I actually treated him like a real father when it was family time.

I was the only one to act the way I did to my family. Even though they showed they loved me and cared about me, I rejected them at times. I always said to myself that I didn't need their help. Well, right now I need them the most. I regret not spending a lot of time with them. Maybe they'd be alive if I showed my appreciation more. I cursed under my breath. I am different then a normal wolf, I was born with many powers. New powers from me now lived for the pack. I was to be trusted and not called a freak.

Even though that rule was made, every day I was called a freak. The pack never accepted me, except my family. They all thought I should have been an omega. Until the day I saved them, when I was eight. A vampire that was very powerful entered our area, until without warning I burned him to the depths of hell with the fire of my powers. The pack then accepted me, and even said I could become beta. I was so happy that day. Kids started to become my friends. Soon, I became a role model. It was easy for my pack to love someone higher than them.

Especially if they knew I could save them in times of danger. When it was time for mating, I turned down every male that wanted to mate me. I felt like I didn't need them, nor did I love or crush on any of them. That's also when I started to learn how to use my powers better. I grew stronger with age. Right now, I'm stronger then I was ten years ago.

I've learned a lot since then as well. Maybe I'm even looking for someone like me, who can feel the way I feel almost every day. Maybe that's my goal in life right now. But my first priority is to get my brothers to safety, and that's when I when I felt unbearable wait land on my back and force me to the ground face first. I heard screaming in the background and yelling.