His strong hands pressed her arms up against the walls as his warm lips bounced on her lips. Heather moaned with delight as Alejandro's tongue danced with hers. She squeezed his back as his fingers moved the sleeves of her gown down her shoulders. She ran her hands through his dark silky hair. Heather heard the hum come from his chest, the hum that only werewolves could make when receiving pleasure. Another moan escaped her lips. She didn't want this moment to end. She didn't want Alejandro to ever let go of her. She didn't give a damn as to what her mother thought. She was the queen and she could do what she wanted. She would lift the damn law of vampires and werewolves forbidden to be together. But then again, a werewolf did murder her father.

Heather stopped kissing him.

"What's wrong? Am I hurting you?" Alejandro's eyes grew with concern.

She was slightly panting. "No…"

He remained silent for a moment as he pulled away from her and brushed his hair out of his face. "Will we ever see each other outside of your bedroom?"

Heather looked at him and grinned. "That remains to be uncertified."

"Yes, that it is," he stretched his arms above his head, his muscles flexing as he did so, "But how about we make it certified? What if you came into the Woods of Eve with me for a day?"

"You're insane. You think I'm trying to risk being seen with a werewolf in my kingdom?"

He shrugged. "Maybe then people will realize how ridiculous that law is."

Heather's heart tightened for her father, but she brushed it aside and decided to change subjects. "Can I show you something?"

"Of course."

She sat down on her bed and he followed. Heather pulled off her maroon gloves and placed them on the bedsheet beside her. "I never told anyone about this, only my mother. She told me to keep it a secret for my own good, because she believed people would fear me if they found out."

He smirked. "I think they already do."

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Anyways, in my bloodline, there's only vampires. But there's something different about us." Heather took a deep breath and focused on her hand. She felt it heat up quickly, and from her open palm, a small flame appeared.

Alejandro gasped and leaned slightly away from her. "H-How… How are you doing that?"

Heather looked at him, the flame making her eyes look piercing. "It skips a generation, this fire power. That's why my mother didn't have it, but I was born with it. We call it pyrokenisis, the ability the create fire from your bare hands."

His eyes were wide with amazement. "That is… Incredible."

"And there's more," she grinned and moved the flame around her hand. She twirled her index finger and the flame burst into tiny little sparks. The sparks floated around them, leaving a red trail everywhere they did. "The flame is in my control the entire time. I learned how to master it on my own."

Alejandro placed his hand on her cheek and brought his lips onto hers. When he pulled away he was smiling. "At least now I know you can kick ass."

She scoffed. "Please, I can kick ass without the fire."

He chuckled and they kissed again. Just when they were getting into it, a knock at the door startled them both. Heather kicked Alejandro off of her and made the sparks disappear. She scrambled off the bed and pulled the sleeves of her dress back up.

"What is it?" She called out, annoyed.

"Sorry, your majesty," Ezekiel's voice called from behind the door, "Your uncle is asking to speak with you."

A small groan escaped her lips. "Tell him I shall be down in five minutes." Once she heard Ezekiel walk away, she turned to Alejandro. "You have to go."

"Me amore, the magic was just getting started," he gave her a sly grin and tried to kiss her again.

She held her hands up and pushed him towards the window. "I don't think so. Go now."

"So how about my suggestion? Come see me in the Woods of Eve," he said.

She sighed. "I can't."

"Please." His voice cut into her heart.

Heather used all her strength to stop herself from kissing him again. Without looking into his eyes, she shoved him out the window and closed it without looking back.

"Ah, my dear niece," Chris smiled when Heather entered his room.

"Hello, uncle," she gave him a weak smile.

He looked at her for a minute before clearing his throat. He set his glass of the Bloodmoon wine down gently on the wooden table next to him. The fireplace in between the two bookshelves on the wall was crackling softly. Chris leaned forward slightly in his chair, placing his hands together.

"My dear, you are aware of the many… Secrets that this family hides, aren't you?"

Heather squinted her eyes. She ran her gloved hands down the skirt of her dress. "Yes. I am."

His black eyes dug into her soul as he stared at her. "However, you do not actually know what these secrets are?"

She nodded slowly.

Chris leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his wine. "I see," he placed the wine down again, "Well, my dear niece. I had always believed it was wrong to hide these horrid truths from you, her own daughter."

Heather's heart flipped. "What? My… Mother?"

"I'm afraid so. As a child, you were told that a werewolf had murdered your father- bless his soul- but that was all a lie. She wanted you to believe this family was indestructible," he explained. "Heather, it was never a werewolf that murdered King Jacob. It was Hilary. Your own mother murdered your father."

She couldn't breathe. Her fingers clenched into fists. "You lie…"

He shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving her. "I do not, dear child."

"But why!?" Heather cried, tears forming in her eyes, "Why would she kill father? And why would she blame a werewolf!?"

Chris stood up from his chair. "Hilary, my dear sister, she had a hatred for werewolves. Growing up as a child, she would be teased and intimidated by werewolves whenever she left the palace grounds. I had tried to stick up for her a few times, but she always pushed me aside."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "She killed father because of that?"

He shook his head. "That wasn't all. When Hilary was about seventeen years-old, she started sneaking out of the palace during the nights. I never snitched on her, being the loyal brother I am, but I wanted to know what she was doing. So, I followed her one night, and to my great surprise, I saw her with a werewolf man." He paused to take another sip of his wine. "They would meet up every night, and believe it or not, Hilary was in love with this werewolf, despite the fact that she would get teased by them as a child."

Heather listened carefully. "And?"

He cleared his throat. "One night, I followed Hilary out again, and of course, she met up with her werewolf man. However, things did not go the way she expected. The werewolf had brought his whole pack with him. They all surrounded her, smirking with their glowing yellow eyes and showing their sharp teeth," he seemed to get lost in the thought for a moment, "She kept screaming at the werewolf, saying he had betrayed her. He just told her she was naïve. His pack got too close to her, and some tried to touch her, but that's when I came in. I fought all of them off, and eventually, they scrambled away." Chris took a breath in and let it out slowly. "Hilary wouldn't speak to anyone for days. She didn't come out of her room either. One day I went in and tried to comfort her… And that's when she told me."

Heather's heart was beating fast. "Told you what?"

He shook his head. "She told me when she became Queen of Omaria, she would ban werewolves and vampires from being together, and she would make them seem as though their breed was evil and cruel to Omaria. She hated werewolves. She wanted her revenge on what they did to her. She was heartbroken, furious, and scared."

"But why kill father? Why kill your own husband to get revenge?" The tears started falling down her cheeks.

"Hilary became cruel and heartless when she became Queen. She got married to Jacob, never really loving him. Jacob was a kind vampire, he would do anything for Hilary at first, until she started ordering him around too much. She began treating him as though he were her servant, and was cruel to her maids and the rest of her family. She made harsh laws that the people of Omaria had to obey. She was blinded with greed and anger."

Heather's heart broke for her dad. A twinge of guilt flowed through her for a moment. She had always looked at her mother as a cruel woman for the way she was to people, but Heather was exactly the same.

"So, one night came where Hilary and Jacob got into a big fight. Jacob was telling her she needed to treat him and everyone else properly or he would eliminate her from the throne, and this made Hilary furious. She screamed at him, saying no one would ever be able to eliminate her. She was so angry, she slashed at him. His body dropped dead to the floor," Chris explained, his eyes had a bit of a wicked look to them. "If Hilary had felt any guilt for what she did, I do not know. What I do know is that I had witnessed the whole scene. I had just returned from tucking you into bed, and saw her murder Jacob. She saw me and told me to leave Omaria. If I ever returned while she was still Queen, she would kill me too."

"No…" Heather breathed. "This can't be true…"

"After the death of the king, Hilary pointed her finger at the werewolf that had broken her heart years before, saying he was the one to have murdered the king. The innocent werewolf was executed, his family forced to watch as well."

"No, no, NO!" Heather shouted, she backed away from him. "This can't be true! Mother couldn't have killed father! She… Loved him…"

Chris moved towards her, and for a brief second, Heather thought she caught a red glow come to his eyes. "I'm sorry, my dear niece. This is the whole truth."

Heather panted and turned away from him, tears pouring out of her eyes. She had loved her father, she still did. Her father was there for her when her mother wasn't. He was always trying so hard to be a good king and a good father at the same time. He was the only person who made Heather happy, and her mother had taken it all away from her. She ran out of the room, weeping and cursing her mother.

The fireplace was just burning out. Chris slowly sipped his wine, his eyes watching where Heather had run out of the room.

"It is time," he spoke intimately to himself, "She is vulnerable now."

The moon shown down on the Woods of Eve. Under the thick branches of the trees, a fairy and werewolf sat on a stone, their tongues locked to each other's mouths. Dawn placed her hands on Scott's back, digging into his skin. She heard a soft purr escape his throat, which satisfied her. Scott's hands went up her top, stopping just under her breasts. Ever since they had gotten to know each other, they hadn't left each other's sides.

Scott's thumb gently edged up her breast, and Dawn's whole body tingled.

"Whoa, whoa!" Scott gasped, pulling away.

"What's wrong?" Dawn asked, not wanting to stop.

Scott looked at her and chuckled. "Dawn, you're flying."

"Huh?" She looked down at the ground, and it did appear she was flying a few feet from the ground. She had also pulled Scott somewhat off the stone, his feet barely touching it. "Oh my… I didn't even notice I was doing that." She set him back on the stone.

He smirked. "Is that what you do when you get turned on?"

She blushed. "You weirdo, of course not."

"Oh, really?" He squeezed her breast.

Dawn quietly moaned and closed her eyes. His hand moved up and down, causing tingles to shoot all over her body.

Scott cleared his throat.

She opened her eyes and saw she was flying again. "Damn."

He took her hands and gently pulled her back down onto the stone. "Your wings start to flutter whenever I touch your breasts. Guess I know your weakness now."

She blushed again. A thought suddenly struck her. "Want to fly around for a bit?"

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Dawn, I don't think you'd be able to support my weight."

Dawn shook her head. "Most likely not, however, I have a better idea." She fluttered her wings and flew a few feet away from him. She felt her hands heat up at magic generated off her palms. She gently scattered the magic over Scott.

"What was that?" Scott looked at himself, trying to see what she did to him. Suddenly, his body levitated off the ground, glowing a yellow colour. He gasped. "Holy shit!"

She giggled. "You can fly now too, but only for a bit. It won't last long."

He grinned. "Then what are we waiting for?" He grabbed her hand and flew with her above the tree tops. "Um… How exactly do I control it?" Scott asked after losing his balance slightly.

The fairy took his hands and fluttered closer to his face. "Why don't you let me do the controlling here."

He grinned and kissed her. "Fine by me."

Dawn flew over the trees, holding onto Scott. They spun slowly around each other in the air, both locked in each other's eyes. There were no clouds in the night sky, making every star visible to them. Their lips locked again, and they got lost in each other. Scott sucked on her neck, placing her hands on her breasts again. Dawn moaned and flew higher when he did that. She ran her fingers through his orange hair and down his back.

"You're taking us pretty high up," Scott remarked.

Dawn looked down at the trees a good twenty meters below them. "Well if you keep groping me, I'm just gonna keep going higher."

He chuckled and stared into her eyes. "You're amazing, pixie."

She kissed point of his nose. "As are you, Scott."

A sudden howl in the trees below them caught their attention. The howl didn't quite sound like a werewolf.

"That's an unfamiliar call," Scott said. "Usually I can recognize a werewolf's call, but that… That didn't sound like a werewolf."

They flew back onto the ground and looked around. The shadows within the trees seemed to have gotten darker, and the fireflies that usually roamed about were not around. The sounds of the crickets chirping were gone as well.

Scott sniffed the air. A low growl escaped his throat.

"What is it?" Dawn asked.

Scott squinted at the shadows behind the trees. He got a feeling they weren't alone in the woods. Suddenly, a pair of big, red eyes peered right back at them.

Dawn gasped.

Scott growled and bared his teeth.

"Scott! Dawn!" Someone shouted behind them.

They both spun around and saw Cody running through the trees. He caught up to them and placed his hands on his knees, panting. "Boy, am I happy to see you guys."

"Cody?" Dawn rose and eyebrow. "What happened?"

The vampire looked at her. "Sierra is what happened. This crazy girl won't leave me alone! Please hide me." He ran behind Dawn and tried to use her as a hiding spot.

Scott huffed and yanked him up. "Alright, sunshine. Where exactly is she now?"

Cody rubbed his arm from Scott's strong grip. "Not sure. I ran away when she tried to kiss me."

Scott wasn't listening to him. He peered back into the shadows where the eyes had been. They weren't there anymore.

"Dude, you ok?" Cody asked.

Scott looked at him. "You vampires smell rotten."

Cody huffed and crossed his arms. "You werewolves are obnoxious."

Dawn came between them. "Alright, Romeo and Juliet, lets all be calm here," she turned to Cody, "Why don't you head back to the village, Sierra has probably gone to bed by now."

He laughed sarcastically and began walking away. "I wouldn't be so sure."

"Wait, Cody!" Scott called out.

Cody stopped and turned around. "What?"

He cleared his throat. "Just stay on the main path, ok? And walk swiftly."

The vampire squinted at him. "Why?"

Scott sniffed the air. The same howl from earlier suddenly echoed through the night. "I have a feeling something may be hiding in these woods."