Prologue
1292 Ireland
Soldiers poured through the city gates, shouting and hollering with victory. The front line of invading soldiers cut down the gate guards, and from behind them giant wolves snarled waiting to attack; their eyes gleaming with bloodlust and hatred in the light of the full moon. Castle guards and soldiers came running from their homes and stations through out the city, some only dressed with a plaid wrapped around their waist and a sword in hand. They shoved past the slaves and peasants only to come to a halt when they came face to face with the snarling beast they had only heard of in legends and myths. With a battle cry the soldier leading the small battalion attacked the wolf in front of him and his men, echoing his battle cry, followed him.
The queen watched from her tower in the castle as her city burned and her people were butchered like animals. Every last one of them the soldiers who fought so bravely, the slaves, children and women cut down by the beast invading her city, because of one man's selfish greed for power. The ones who weren't killed would be taken as a meal for the beast later, or even worse become slaves to the beast who destroyed their lives. Suddenly her chamber door crashed open and tensing she slowly turned around, and met the eyes of a huge snarling white wolf.
"What have I done to deserve this Gabriel?" the queen asked, unafraid.
"You breathe Tabitha and that alone offends me," The wolf, Gabriel, thought to her with a growl.
Tabitha watched as the wolf shifted into a man. Gabriel slowly rose to his full height at close to six feet the man was like a mountain. He was a handsome man with black hair falling to his shoulders and war braids at his temples. His sun kissed skin seemed to shine in the moonlight, and his dark blue eyes gleamed with hunger and hatred. I once loved this man, Tabitha thought.
"Where's the child?" Gabriel asked; stalking towards her uncaring of her feelings of him being naked. Tabitha just smiled and said, "Safe from her father."
"Where is it!" Gabriel roared, grabbing Tabitha by the throat.
"I don't know," she answered, smiling.
Motioning for the soldier behind him to come forward, Gabriel grabbed a dagger from the soldier's belt.
"One last time. Where is the child?" Gabriel growled softly. He held the dagger to the queen's throat, pressing ever so slightly.
"Your daughter is gone. Far from your reach by now my love. One day she will destroy you, and I only wish I'd be there to see it," Tabitha said with a sly smile.
Growling with rage Gabriel slit the queen's throat before turning to his men.
"I want that child found and brought to me! Dead or alive I don't care!" he yelled.
"Yes sir!" the soldiers said in unison.