AUTHOR'S NOTE: I started this story out on Wattpad, but decided to post this to Fanfic as well. I hope you all enjoy. This story takes place after Elena has been turned. However, she is with Stefan and they are happy in their eternal love. Sorry Delena fans. This is NOT the story for you if can't handle Damon finding a new flame elsewhere.
You've all been told the story of witches, wolves, vampires and even hybrids.
There is another species..once enslaved by the wolves out of fear and hunted by vampires for sport.
Their name was whispered throughout the land as if they were mythical beings.
Because the werecats were just that; mythical, majestic and powerful. They didn't even know their full potential until it was too late..and their rebellion sent everyone into war.
Vampires took sides and witches..well..they stayed out of the affairs as best they could. Some of the prominent witch families chose to stand by the werecats. Others wanted no part at all.
However, the wolves had numbers. And they dominated the werecats every chance they got, using only the most ruthless tactics to seek out their foe.
The werecats were damn near wiped from the history books.
They were the The Forgotten.