Backstory

***Zayn Meyer’s POV***

Werewolves and Demons weren’t always enemies. Once upon a time, years ago before the war, we lived together in the same town. We helped each other and saw each other as allies.

We even interbred.

It was all perfect. Well, too perfect because it all then went to hell.

I was 13 years old when that dark day came.

I have nightmares about that day every single night, and each time, I wake up in cold sweat, breathing heavily, with the vivid image of my father's heart being ripped out of his chest by a werewolf.

The town we all lived in together was called “Beacon”. It was the largest society of the werewolf and demon species. Hundreds of different packs of werewolves, and even more legions of demons dwelt in Beacon in peace and harmony.

There were two leaders of this great town; my father and Harvey Martins. They ruled with wisdom and love until one day envy and insecurity poisoned the heart of the Lycan.

He noticed that everyone was listening more to my father and