Alissa fell into a dream filled sleep, her dream started as a memory of her at the beginning of her sixteenth year. She was so excited because she knew that year she would have her first transformation. She would have her initiation day. The dream melted as dreams do into another scene, Alissa stood before a mirror, her reflection showed her in a gorgeous white gown, her mum stood behind her. She was fiddling with a bow on Alissa's hip, her dad came in. He beamed, so proud of his youngest child. Her dad's voice floated around her head, “You look so grown up my child, I love you so much.” He took her hand and walked her to her initiation. He gave his permission for the pack to take his daughter from his charge, tears glinting in his eyes. Alissa bolted upright, the dream fading as she fumbled for her lamp. She rubbed her face finding her cheeks damp with tears. She tried to remember the dream, but every image that nearly got to her mind's eye vanished before she could see it, she fumb

Alissa cleared her throat, Richard liked direct, so she took some time to ask her first question; “Richard, I noticed there are small holes next to some names on the pack members' plaques,” Alissa started, “We wanted to know, what do the holes mean?” Richard looked surprised but managed to cover it up with a knowing smile. “Well a hole can mean any number of things, the plaques after all are full of holes.” Alissa sighed, she hated asking Richard questions when she actually wanted an answer, he relished in giving vague responses. “OK, there are small holes like full stops after some names, do the holes have a significance?” Jack tried this time. “Ah, a better question, it’s a possibility, do you think it was me?” Jack and Alissa looked at each other. “Well, maybe. At least the ones in your lifetime,” Alissa said carefully. Richard twitched before looking around the trees, “Vampires listen, lower your voice.” Alissa sighed. There was a reason Richard lived away from everyone.“R

With the door open, Luca offered a smile, “After you” he gestured through the door. Alissa stepped outside into the evening sun which was beginning it's descent, shadows creeping across the grass as they made their way to the trees.Luca helped Alissa over the moss-covered logs and branches until they made it to the small trail. Alissa tried to watch her footing as best she could, but the heel of her boot sank into the soft ground. She cursed under her breath when she started falling backwards. Luca snaked his arm quickly around her waist and placed his hand on her arm, securing her in place. “Thanks,” she muttered. Luca lifted her slightly to unstick her heel. He kept his arm around her waist until they made it safely to the barn. The barn was covered in ivy and creeping plants, even the doors. Luca located the handle and pulled, the ivy parted in two as the two hidden wooden doors swung open to show two cars; their 4X4 and their truck, with space for another car. Luca unlocked the

“So what did Kristen say when you told her about me?” His eyes flashed. Alissa hid her face behind her wine glass pretending she wanted a drink. “What do you mean, about you?” she said coyly, still hiding her face. His forehead creased, “You've not spoken to her?” he asked surprised.“I kind of did, but she didn't think it a good idea.” Luca's brow creased fully, “I wonder why she'd say that.” He shrugged, “It's not true though,” he said with a smirk“You don't suit arrogance, Luca,” Alissa said truthfully. His face relaxed in shock, “I- I'm sorry” he looked concerned again, some of his confidence deflated before he straightened again. “You have a way about you, Miss Howthorne, I just cannot pinpoint it.” He stared intensely across the table. She shifted uncomfortably under his stare. She didn't know if it was a good thing he couldn't 'pinpoint her'.Colin arrived to clear their plates, “A soft drink for you, Sir?” “Yes, lemonade please, and a jug of water for the table.” Colin

Luca stepped out of his room, the morning sun greeting a golden glow on the bannister. He smiled to himself thinking of the night before. He silently glided down the stairs, he didn’t bother with shoes as he stepped out onto the glistening dewy grass, instantly soaking his bare feet. He went to the tree line stripping off his jeans then leapt into the wood. His dark honey wolf instantly appearing between the fir trunks. He jumped a few paces before shaking out his fur. He ran most mornings, this morning was no exception. He turned his enormous furry face back to check where he’d left his jeans before leaping into the trees. His paws slapped the ground as he thundered along, he felt safe in these trees. He ran deeper, increasing his speed. Avoiding the tree trunks became harder the faster he went but he wanted to challenge his agility under the warming sun. Luca’s ear rotated, the sensitive hearing picking something up. Luca slowed a little to concentrate on the new sound, a rustle o