Chapter 1
Prologue
The year 2000
The specie’s wars are getting out of hand, and none of the species wants to admit defeat. The more they are killed, the more their blood thirst is fueled.
My mates are fighting the same war with our species, this world has been cruel to us.
It’s unheard of in our world, Makoha, to have more than one mate or helper in my case.
I was lucky, or you can say unlucky to have a mate and a half soul, if our elders were to know of our forbidden relationship, we wouldn’t have seen the light of the day.
“Why are you sad?” Zoban asked through our mate bond, I can feel his worry over me, we’ve been separated for over a full moon and the distance is killing them more than I since they have another soul in them.
“Watch out!!”, the warning from Neche came late as the only thing I felt was pure pain from the arrow piercing my heart.
Two different howls were heard as my mate and half soul rushed towards me”,
“stay with us," Zoban pleaded as Neche cradled me.
“What the hell are you doing?” Zoban’s friend shouted, repulsed at the fact he was with both a human and a werewolf.
“He’s my fucking half soul, for lord’s sake!” he shouted at his friend.
“Look out!” his friend tried to push him out of the way, but it was too late as different arrows pierced their hearts, falling beside me, they held my palm in their hands.
“We will meet again, in a life where there’s no war and where we can change the verdict”, I whispered,
“A world we all can be together, as we were always meant to be”, Zoban whispered.
“ We will and our fate wouldn’t be the same”, Neche contributed.
“Till then," we chorused as we breathed our last, three different heartbeats beating the same, three lovers entangled in death.
The war is still on in the background.
Chapter 1
Present-day
The drapes were drawn letting in the morning subtle, the harshness of the sun on my skin is enough to fry a mythological vampire, yawning loudly, I sat up on the bed, “Kwofo why do you always wake me up in such a way?”.
Smirking, he walked towards the closet, “thank the gods for the sun since it’s the only thing capable of waking you up from your death endorsed sleep”, he brought out a pair of jeans And a blue shirt, those clothes made me raise my eyebrows, “why are you bringing out my casual wears? ”
I know king Onwa N’etiri Ora of Ugali Will never permit my wearing of casuals on an Amam day.
“The king is overjoyed at your performance in school and coupled with the fact that an admission letter into Habigalima Academy for you came in through the mail this morning”, he smiled, not knowing how heartbroken I am hearing the supposed good news.
In our planet Makoha, humans, werewolves, and vampires live in pretend harmony, it was said our forefathers were the ones who put a stop to the war that almost left each species in extinction.
We attend different schools, each species in their kingdom, from our first moon to our seventeenth moon.
On our seventeenth moon, we are all required to take a test to determine our prowess and if a human, were or vampire passes the test, we are admitted into the joint Habigalima Academy, where we are taught the best how to harness our powers as well as find either our helper, mate or half soul.