Chapter 1

Ten years later...

My name is Skye and I live in San Francisco, California. I suppose this is the typical beginning: I am twenty years old, I am about to finish a degree in Arts and Sciences at the University of San Francisco with a scholarship given to me because I have an IQ of two hundred and ten, come on, I'm the typical geek with SUPERnotes; I am tall but not too tall, clear skin, dark long hair and wavy to the hip with blue-haired reflections, sky blue eyes.

As a child I had a hyperactivity problem and my mother signed me up to karate until I reached the black belt without being able to overcome my hyperactivity. Then she signed me up for taekwondo, aikido and then judo, as she wasn't against medicating young children with such dangerous chemicals. I finally got over it but I kept doing sports until I went to university, where I was impressively leveraged; I still do the exercises in my room since they're good for stress and muscle building.

My family, I admit, is not very normal since we are only my mother, Jessica, and me. My father, Liam, died when I was ten years old: someone cornered him in an alley and murdered him with a couple bullets, in the end they managed to catch the murderer on the street where we lived. He was coming for my mother.

The Police Department managed to catch him in time and the Law sentenced him to a lifetime in prison in California. Then we moved to another neighborhood.

My mother is very conservative, she has a strong respect for the past and, as a child, she always told me the story of how our world came to be as it is today. That a few hundred years ago God created a kind of hybrid: half human, half wolf. And as a plus it could be transformed at will ... a bargain if we did not count that the wolfish and human parts do not satisfy their hunger equally.

Seeing pleasurely his success, God began to create more hybrids, but only managed to create three types of hybrids: wolves, panthers and lions.

Today they are distributed by territories they have inhabited and, over the years, they have decided that it was the ideal place to live, so here in America there are wolves and panthers that live in the north thanks to a peace treaty and, in the South, things are more heated, if they didn't kill each other it was out of respect for humans.

It is also said that no one knows why God did it, since two souls cannot occupy a body, for that one body would have to die or merge with the other. All very strange.

Coming back to me, I'm a normal girl for the most part, only little thing off is that problems haunt me. I'm really not looking for them! This brings me to the incident tonight:

My boyfriend, or rather current EX boyfriend, Jeffrey, and I escaped from the campus to go to a new place that had opened nearby, they had told us that the entrance was free and you did not need your ID, which was perfect because we still were minors.

When we arrived there was a half hour in line, and the place was full of people. The moment we got inside we started dancing, and after an intense hour of dancing I urgently needed a drink. I turned to Jef and yelled at him to make myself be heard above the loud sound: "Jef, I'm going to get something to drink, I'm thirsty!" I made a move to leave when I turned around and yelled at him, "I won't be long!" And we said goodbye with a tongueless kiss.

I went to the bar shoving my way through. Upon arrival I noticed the bartender was really handsome, he had dark hair and silver eyes and a lot of muscle from physical exercise. He introduced himself as Mason, "hits him," I thought instantly blushing a little. I asked him for a lemon sprite.I guess he was trying to flirt with me because when I got ready to pay he said:

"Drinks on the house for beauties" And he winked at me with an incredible smile on his lips.

" Thank you. " I said returning the smile, I turned around and went in search of my boyfriend.

When I did manage to find him, I found him hitting on a random drunk girl with a surprisingly short dress.

"But I've only left him ten minutes alone!" I growled indignantly. This girl was quite pretty, although short: she had straight blonde hair, golden eyes, orange UV-ray skin, and heels over four inches to simulate her short stature.

"Pathetic" I thought turning my hands into fists as I tried to brush off the wave of rage that was overtaking my mind.

I must have noticed that this girl was not normal. But at that moment I was very angry, more than angry, furious. I approached, put a hand on her shoulder and when she turned I shouted to make myself be heard over the music, again.

"He's my boyfriend," I said trying to control myself.

"Well, his kisses are great," She said in a sweet voice but with an idiotic expression of superiority. It was clear that she wanted to provoke me, right? Well, she succeeded, as I lost my temper: I knocked her down with a fist. I waited for her to get up to continue fighting, while my recent ex-boyfriend looked at me with wide eyes and an expression of surprise and fear, but the girl was unconscious.

Suddenly I realized that superiority, character and tattoo that she wore on her neck in the shape of a red phoenix; It corresponded with a clan of wolves that were in this area.

I suddenly turned pale. Very, very pale.

I had made the worst mistake in the history of the world. These wolves never go alone, they are very protective and territorial, especially with their women. I immediately thought:"Shit, shit, shit ... I have to get out of here before..."

My thoughts were interrupted by a boy a little taller than me, muscular, quite handsome. Why was this place full of pretty boys? My jaw almost reached the floor when I stared at his skin, made odf the color of caramel when it melts, violet eyes and blonde hair with light brown streaks and lastly, the most perfect lips I've ever seen. What do you want me to tell you, he's not my type of man, but I surely wouldn't mind having a bite of that God like creature. All was perfect until he opened his mouth:

"Was it you?" His voice and face were calm, but under that mask of tranquility there was contained anger. At first I couldn't react, as I was pretty busy admiring his perfect and hot features, so he had to repeat himself after coughing to get my attention. "Was it you?"

"There is the missing wolf..." I thought with a strange shiver that started down my stomach.

I panicked and said something in german, trying to make myself pass unnoticed, fearing the tought that I didn't know how would he react, and walked past him.

I tought he would let me go with my pathetic intent of interpretating an exchange student, as he had let me walk right past him as if nothing had happened, but at the last second and, in an instant, he grabbed my wrist. I was so panicked that his move triggered something in me, unconsciously I grabbed his hand with which he was holding me and in a natural move, accomplished with years of training, twisting my fingers, I moved his bone, causing his wrist to dislocate. My judo teacher would be proud of me, that key is one of the most difficult to do, especially to wolf boys.

He released me immediately screaming, a big mistake for him because I took advantage of that moment to run like a soul that the devil carries.

I managed to get out of the building narrowly, since after he had screamed a fight had broken out and it was an all against all. I must admit that I'm not proud of the fact that, to get out, I had knocked out a few innocent and uninvolved people...

My bad luck ... it never seems to end ... I made a face wrinkling my nose.

The exit led to an alley whose only exit was a gate made of a carbon-titanium alloy with a huge lock... it was clear that the owner of the place cared a lot about security. So I ordered myself to jump the gate, as my time to get the heck out was running out.

I was climbing it when my bad luck, bad karma or whatever you want to call it, decided to do a full set night. Two men arrived, one was the wolf boy whose wrist had been dislocated, which, by the way, seemed to have recovered pretty quickly, and the other was the bartender, Mason, and I assumed it was a friend of his in a very bad mood because, when he saw me, he let go a howl or bark, now I don't remember as I was too busy finishing climbing the fence by the time he did it.

I only stopped at the top, for a moment to look back. They were both in tension, as if deciding what to do. I did not think twice and jumped the gate at the moment that the two boys transformed into wolves pounced on it without being able to break or cross it. Stupids, the material of the gate and the padlock were the strongest on the market ... and also the most expensive.

- Only an idiot would think of trying to break a carbon and titanium alloy fence with that lock! - The university lessons were useful for something, after all I had been able to identify the materials without difficulties.

Apparently that annoyed the darkest furred wolf more, I suppose it was the bartender, Mason, transformed as he threw himself against the gate again. The other wolf must have been the boy whose wrist I had dislocated and who had golden hair with brown streaks.

According to the laws of nature of those werewolves, who prefered to be called Kurtlar, the human hair was equal to the wolf's fur. The golden wolf, moved away a little and transformed into the boy whose wrist had been dislocated.

"I knew it was the blond boy," I thought before running, because I already knew what he was going to do, there was no need to be a fortune-teller: he was going to jump over the fence like I had.

I didn't stop running until I got to campus, sweaty, scared, and with a skyrocketing adrenaline levels.