The Blood Of Her Wolf And Witchery

Introduction.

Many, many years ago, the world of werewolves—my world—went into ruins, long before I was born. It was called Were-Hold.

My grandmother would repeatedly tell me this story with excitement in her eyes. It was beautiful; we were free from the clutches of hunters and vampires.

There were those called witches and wizards, and they were the ones keeping order between our gifts from nature and the magic of the supernatural realm.

But then, sweetness doesn't always last forever. It started with the brightest of all stars seen in the sky, a rage in uprise, a sense of betrayal between three supernatural beings, and a possession of dark sorcery, and these endangered the rest of us. For it, we migrated to a new world called Earth.

On the night I came into this world, my mother had her last breath, and in the sky were seen the brightest of all stars. They say it wasn't Sirius, and I shall be their savior. However, not only did I shame my species' hope, but I also did not turn into a she-wolf.

I was born in a new world where vampires, hunters, and werewolves exist. And after the evolution, the ones called Lycanthropes, the direct descendants of the moon's goodness, came into existence too, and now, because of them, werewolves are now divided into borders, which only gives vampires and hunters the chance to continuously kill us.

Four Lycans for each of the four corners of the world: the north, the east, the west, and the south

Seven Alphas for each of the seven continents: North America, South America, Antarctica, Australia, Asia, Europe, and Africa.

My father is an Alpha for the North America pack, named MoonBorn, and we have our sections in different countries and states within the continent.

I am now a twenty-one-year-old woman, and my father has big plans for me, starting with getting me mated to the so-called cold-hearted Lycan King of the Northern Globe, named Louis. Oh, and my name is Daciana Woods, by the way.

Yes, after all, you deserve to know my name.

Chapter One: Lost Within

Daciana Woods.

It has been a while since I have been awake, but I remain on my bed, unmoving. My stomach is against the bed's surface, and my eyes remain closed.

I am in a different world, inside my head, in an imaginative one that I have created for myself and where only I find peace every morning before it is time for the day's work.

I'm in a clearing, searching for someone who has hidden himself from me. But then, out of the blue, he appears from behind me and places his hands on my shoulders.

I hear his scoff even before I turn to face him and see the alluring smile on his face. He's so handsome. I can tell that as much, but in my hurry, I did not take my time to imagine what his face looks like exactly. He's just so handsome.

His hands trail down my shoulders, down to my cleavage, and then, for a second, stop around my ribs, and before I know it, he grabs me by my waist and pushes me close to