Prologue
I died in London, England in 1664. William Shakespeare was still working at the Globe Theatre and Oliver Cromwell hadn't even been born yet.
For the last four centuries I have lived along side vampires, keeping them on top of the longest continuing battle in the world. The battle between vampires and werewolves, yet I am neither, I am worse.
Being what I am, I have only two chooses to survive, hide or kill.
If I were to choose to hide there is only one place we can go, to Christophe, the leader of the only coven that exists for my kind, but if you choose to fight? I would have to pick a side and you stick to it. For neither would ever have me back.