Chapter 1—Enter the Players
Jonahtan Eska sat on top of a stone precipice, sharpening his longsword. He and his partner were about to receive a urgent mission from the Wolf King, leader of all werewolves. He pulled his brown hair back from his face. He smiled, showing gleaming white fangs. He liked being a werewolf.
Sukaria Cali rested a few meters away, staring off into space, absentmindedly stroking the fur of her dark wolf. She brushed her red hair back from her tan face. She didn't like the Vampire-Werewolf War and wanted it to end. Then she could see Jaz again. They would still be friends if it weren't for the fact that he was a vampire. Truth be told, she liked being a werewolf, but…
Xhar sat in a corner of the common room of Yulgar's Inn, sipping at a mug of ale. His white hair fell just above his emerald green eyes. A roiling sea of anger surged beneath his surface of calm, although he wasn't mad at anyone. This anger was native to werepyres. It was an anger at being shunned and feared by both vampires and werewolves, even though the werepyres had so much in common with both. Xhar smiled and took another drink of his ale. Being a werepyre wasn't so bad.