I bared my fangs, hissed, lunged, fought for my life. I was a vampire. I could barely remember my human life. All I remember was seeing another person, another being, come into my father shop, and kill everyone. I was untouched. Someone else had told them to leave me be. That I was just a girl.

Now...50 years later, I was still on my own. Killing anything and anyone that crossed me without a backwards glance. I was fearless. I had nothing to loss but my life, but some might argue that I had already lost it long ago along with my soul.

That was... until I met him.

Lucian.

A lycan.