“ listen well and listen with your minds open. A night shall come when we would be in darkness for ages. The time lurks near and closer children, and it is no joke," Larkin said, her voice bold in an intimidatingly creepy and fear instilling way, her eyes wide as they stared from the children's faces to faces " a hundred years ago, when your mothers and fathers were but pups, when the bushes told tales to the ones you who listened well, a disastrous event happened. The night called the 'blood night'. It was a night never seen before. A night of total blackness, a night when hell froze over, a night which lasted for many Winters until werewolves couldn't shift and had to starve for many many months, hoping that the night would go away. It was a night when the blood riders crawled from behind the tall walls of the creeks and struck hard, giving an end to many many werewolf bloodlines, many of their kinds......" I lowered my head and leant against the straw walls of the old elder

Chapter Three. Sabrina was my best friend since I learned to walk. She was my only friend to be precise. We grew up together and pretty much did everything together. Even though I was seven months older than her, that never bothered either of us. She was a beautiful woman with a tall, slim body structure and thick raven black hair which she always cut up to her shoulders. they barely touched her shoulders now as she walked towards me, she probably cut a few edges again. Her doe eyes lit brightly as she walked towards me, her hand moving up to wave at me. I thought about what mom just said. The least of my worries was finding a mate. I still couldn't shift yet. But I knew my wolf was somewhere deep Inside me and she's probably too lazy to show herself. Sabrina was lucky. She started shape shifting after she turned fifteen and she had never stopped. She's yet to find her mate too but she had less to worry about than me. " Hey, Rose, what's up? " She called

Chapter five. Alpha Aiden. The screams and burning fire was a bit satisfying as I watched the little village burn down. I sat still on my seat, watching one of my warriors gather up the women. Pathetic little things. So vulnerable, it pissed me off. How pathetic was their Alpha who was being dragged towards me by my lead warrior, Drogo, his limbs tied up in ropes. He was just as weak as the rest of his pack. Those who dared to go wolfing on me were killed on the spot. The fears I instilled on people filled me up all the time, it drove me crazy. Power is a sweet thing. Power was all one needed to concur the world, to concur territories and take over them, to take whatever you want. Power was what these peasants called Alphas didn't have and didn't even care to have, putting their subjects into harm's way and getting killed themselves. Drogo stops in front of me, dragging the called Alpha to his knees in front of me. He has his face buried down but Drogo grab