Chapter 64.

My name is Edith Walson. And for years now, all I can remember where the echoes that came from my past. The cradling arms that I grew within her shadows and she was the family I came to know not until I got to know that there was a greater cause after all.

I took her necklace, which she said was a symbol of who I am. And ever since she died three years ago, I had been raising an army, not just any army but a dreaded one and hell could be broke lose the moment we let our rumbling sounds loud enough that these pathetic humans could clearly hear.

They call us deviant. After all I was born and condemned and also tagged a deviant because I was conceived from a one night stand, my mother was just a scarred and broken 20 years old vampire who had to face the worst betrayal of bond and then, she fell in the arms of a werewolf, and there, that was how I was created, a hybrid under a full moon night wielded a lot of supernatural power, I was nicknamed moonie as I couldn’t control the extent of