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“They need a safe like that just to hide some books?” Mason coughed, glancing at the safe with a wary look on his face.
“My parents are paranoid.” Breyona shrugged, “They think the books would get stolen. While they happen to be paranoid, they like to write everything down. I found the code to the safe months ago.”
“What if they changed it?” Mason’s light eyebrow lifted; his eyes still locked on the gleaming safe.
Breyona turned her attention to the save, entering in an eight-digit code. A moment of silence ensued, one that left me holding my breath. A loud click followed by a flashing green light came from the safe.
“They didn’t.” Breyona shrugged, giving Mason a cocky grin. “Mom’s horrible with remembering numbers. She used to forget Dad’s birthday all the time.”
Mason and I waited withheld breath as Breyona opened the thick safe. An exhale of breath came from
Mason’s lips as we locked eyes on the only book sitting in the safe.
“One book?” Mason scoffed, shaking out his sandy blonde hair. “An entire safe for one book.”
“Like I said, my parents are paranoid.” Breyona shrugged, her hands gentle as she lifted the book into her arms. “Plus, this book is probably priceless.”
Breyona winced as the book hit the oak coffee table with a thud. The cover was thick and practically hanging on by a thread. It was clear her parents had done everything in their power to preserve this book. While it didn’t have the dusty smell most of their other books had, this one looked decades older.
The pages were thick and stained, the writing on them faded and patchy.
I could feel the makings of a headache begin as my eyes roamed the pages, struggling to make out the carefully written words. A few moments of silence passed, three sets of eyes scanning the weathered pages.
“This is a journal of some kind.” Mason frowned, his eyes running over the strange figures and symbols etched onto the paper.
“This looks like a first account of the Burning.” Breyona breathed, looking almost excited. I was sure her
Mom would nearly faint if she saw her daughter excited over History.
“Even our elders don’t know the actual story.” Mason breathed, looking just as absorbed as Breyona.
“They pass it down through the years, but it changes every time.”
“Looks like your Grandma was right Daisy.” Breyona chuckled, her eyes still locked on the book. “The
Burning happened because a Vampire was mated to a Werewolf. Mom and Dad always told me the
Vampire’s attacked first.”
Something flashed in Breyona’s gaze, something that oddly resembled pity.
“That’s my Dad’s version of the story too.” I nodded, “Only Grandma told me about the Vampire in love with a Werewolf.”
“It’s kind of sad, isn’t it?” Breyona frowned, flipping the pages gently. She nibbled on her lower lip; her eyes clouded as she scanned the book. “That two people in love couldn’t have a happy ending, all because of their species.”
“I wonder if the Vampires were plotting against the pack back then.” I frowned, my eyes scanning
Breyona’s face.
“It looks like they weren’t. It looks like a case of wrong place, wrong time. The she-wolf had found her mate, only to realize it was a Vampire.” Breyona let out a shaky sigh, nudging the book closer to me.
“This is what we’re looking for.”
My own eyes drifted down to the book, the strange look on Breyona’s face forgotten for the moment.
Even Mason looked uncomfortable, glancing at Breyona every couple seconds. I was able to make out the word’s ‘mark’, ‘mate’, and ‘half-breed’ without much hassle.
The first half of the page was identical to what Breyona’s Mom had showed me. It told vague information of the Kouritis bloodline, and how controlling the shadows was a suspected ability. The bottom half of the page was completely different. Instead of blank space, words had taken up the lower half of the page.
Half-Breed
Vampire’s and Humans have coupled since the beginning of time with little effects. With enhanced senses, speed and strength these creatures lack the ability to befuddle the mind. While Vampire’s have an average life-span, they are able to resist disease and illness. Vampires are able to mark their chosen mate’s, whether they be Human or Vampire.
Mating between Vampire’s and Werewolves’ holds a complexity that eludes most. Both species is able to mark their mates, yet a werewolf is unable to choose its desired mate. A mark is a symbol placed onto the skin, signifying a connection between two parties.
It is known, a Vampire’s mark works very similarly to a Werewolf’s. A connection is established between two parties, a bond formed as the mark heals on skin. A mark will heighten emotions and feelings of intimacy.
Once complete, a mark will not fade from skin. The symbol is permanent, as is the bond between two souls. Completion of the mark involves both parties adorning the same symbol followed by the process of physically mating.
Though there have been rare occurrences, little is known about these particular half-breeds. Few
Werewolves and Vampires have been mated, and even fewer couple to produce offspring. Vampires and Werewolves have long been thought of as natural enemies. Acknoledging the ability for Vampires and Werewolves to mate poses a heavy question. Are the two species truly destined natural enemies?
During the 1,500’s a surge of half-breeds appeared across Eastern Europe. Various tests had been done before each half-breed met an untimely d****e. It is unknown whether Werewolves or Vampires are responsible for this mass slaughter.
A she-wolf by the name Catherine had completed the mating process with a Vampire. Pregnant and unmarked, a male in her pack had long desired Catherine. After taking her in the night, the fellow werewolf placed his mark upon her skin. Upon the arrival of her true mate, Catherine had searched for any possible way to remove the mark from her skin. Unable to find a way around the Werewolf’s mark, her Vampire mate placed his own. The mark of the Werewolf faded, replaced by that of her true mate.
These half-breeds are similar to Vampire’s and Werewolves individually. Each half-breed adapts differently, taking on certain qualities of their species. Few half-breeds studied lacked a wolf spirit within them, unable to shift. These half-breeds craved blood over food. Those half-breeds with a wolf spirit living within them often craved food, unresponsive when introduced to blood. While these creatures vary, they each had heightened strength and speed, and were also able to detect the scent of
Vampire’s. Vampire’s claim the ability to mask their scent, to hide the sickly-sweet scent that flows from their pores. Half-breed’s are able to detect this scent, whether it be concealed or not.
I tried to hide my interest at the last paragraph I had read. The thought of drinking blood sent a wave of disgust down my spine. I could only assume Vampire’s weren’t in the business of drinking animal blood, the thought nearly made me want to retch. Hunting in wolf form was different. Maya enjoyed hunting other animals, much as a wolf would.
My eyes widened as I read the paragraph a second time, a distant thought crossing my mind. I had met someone who could smell the Vampire’s. The two of us picked up on that sickly sweet scent, even as the other wolves were unable.
After reading our fill of the information before us, the three of us trudged back into the living room. Breyona made sure to return the book, placing it exactly how it was when she had removed it from the safe.
“Can’t be too careful.” Breyona chuckled breathlessly, but her eyes looked pained.
The three of us sat in silence, each mulling over our own bit of information. I hadn’t told them about
Jessie, not having realized how important she was until now. I had met Jessie during patrol one night with Carter, Wade and Mason. Two years younger than me, but out running patrol due to her keen sense of smell. I wasn’t sure if Jessie knew of her heritage, but happily placed it into the ‘worry about later’ category. There was little point for me to jump into Jessie’s life and turn it upside down.
When the silence finally became too much, and I remembered Alpha Nolan’s plan for tonight, I broke the silence.
“How would you two feel about coming with me to get Sean back?” My voice sounded stronger than I felt, my words coming out strong and steady. My insides were a knot of nerves. Worrying about Sean and his safety, along with my Father’s plans and the annoying mark on my neck.
While I felt elated to have found information about my mark, I still had a week before my nineteenth birthday. An entire week to endure this mark on my skin, to deal with the constant pull I felt whenever I thought of Tristan.
“Does Alpha Nolan know of this plan to save Sean?” Breyona’s eyebrow lifted, some of the trouble in her eyes faded at the distraction.
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