As she ran towards the howl, the half breed asked herself only one question. What had created this werewolf and was it her now dead enemy, from so long ago. If it was him, she thought this will be an easy battle. After all I just killed the master, so a lackey will be no challenge…Little did she know how wrong she was.

As she entered the clearing she saw it, the beast. "Heh, good as dead" she said to herself. Just as she drew her sword, the wolf gave her a look that was so pathetic she almost felt a stab of sympathy. Almost she thought. "Die" she yelled as she jumped into the air, ready to strike. Just as she was ready to swing the early morning sun gleamed off her sword, causing the wolf to transform and her to hold off her attack. The one thing her father had always tried to teach her was that she must never attack a human. And she felt very strongly about this rule.

"Damn, u just had to change back didn't you," she said, replacing her sword in its sheath.

"Please," said the creature as it was transforming, "please, kill me."

"Believe me, I want to, just be glad I listen to my father. But why the hell would a werewolf want to die?" questioned the young half demon.

"So is that what I am?" the almost human creature asked.

"How the hell is it you don't know what you are? Unless you're a new wolf?"

Just as the word left her mouth the wolf finished his transformation. Then a startled, yet handsome young man, around her age, stared at her with such intensity and sorrow she nearly cried.

The young man was very handsome. Pale, milky skin, contrasted by soft brown, short hair. His gleaming brown eyes tearing, showing pain and longing. He was tall from what she could tell, and she felt as though she wanted to help him. But know he was the enemy. She must remember this no matter what. Then she saw it, the gash on his right forearm. The sign that he was a new wolf, unaware of what he was, or his power.

"Please, get away from me, I don't want to hurt you" he begged.

"Pathetic, a new wolf like you could never hurt me. Besides, the suns out, you couldn't hurt me if you tried." she snapped. And with that she turned her back on him and left.

That night she had the most peculiar dream. She had had it before but never quite this vivid. She was fighting along side a werewolf in a large stone castle. She new what she had to do but somehow she couldn't bring herself to do it. She needed to kill all but this one wolf. But in order to kill all the others she would have to kill this one to.

She woke with a start, to the cries of a werewolf not to far in the distance. If she hurried she'd catch it before dawn and exterminate it.

Returning from the fight that morning with the fur of the now dead wolf she had fought that night, the half breed walked to the mayor's office to collect her bounty, the whole time thinking about her dream.

"I wonder what it means" she asked herself.

"What what means my dear?" the old mayor asked coming up behind her.

"Oh, it's nothing, do you have my money?" she asked the old man. He tossed her a bag of gold coins which she caught gracefully within her left hand. She tossed him the pelt and turned to leave.

"My dear, whatever is troubling you perhaps the young soul breed can help? He is a very good interpreter and a fine young man."

"Thanks but no thanks," she said as the soul breed walked in the room. "I don't need someone who can see my soul telling me what's wrong. I know what it is and I'll handle it myself." Then as she took a step, she nearly walked into the young man.

"You!" she yelled drawing her sword.

"Stop!" the mayor yelled, causing her to put the weapon away. "What ever happened between the tow of you its not to be discussed in here"

"Alright, I'm going anyway sir." And with that the young half demon left, awaiting nightfall so she could go on the hunt once again.