Prologue.

High up in the sky is the glistering blue moon, shining down onto the nature below. Silence fills the whole premises, the sound of leaves rustling; the sound of twigs snapping; and the sound of cricket flapping their wings, and such others are unheard.

Glow flares from the trees; an effect made from the full moon up in the sky. The clouds are crystal clear, allowing the stars to accompany the effect of the moon.

Tapping sound of beings running soon disturbs the peaceful nature. Small grasses are being trampled upon, as branches of trees are being pulled apart by flashy moving hands.

A she-wolf in her human form, carrying a child, whom is wrapped with white comfy sheets, in her arms appears from behind one of the tall trees. She looks weary, apparently she had been running all day, away from those chasing behind her. Those, whom she knows won't stop until they fufill their lethal wish.

She has to protect her daughter— next of her bloodline; that is her greatest sacrifice; ultimate goal. Her mate, a male Werewolf runs from behind the trees as well, releasing his breath when he stops and join his wife.

"I think we lost them for now." He tells her, his eyes still scanning around the area. His wolf is disturbed inside of him, lingering around, as his scent has heightened. He can sense the smell, and sound coming from afar.

His and his wife's mind are interlinked, so as to be able to watch out the more for each other. He grabs her by her side, bringing her close to him. She takes in his scent, and closes her eyes.

"You can rest a bit." He pauses, looks around again, and continue, "before we then continue running."

They don't know where they are going. But all they know is that they need to move far away as possible. Both of them's wolf gene are knocking at the human part, wanting escape but they keep it in. If they are to turn, their trailers will catch up with them faster, and at the same time, running with humanly features is slow but it's postponed their death, fortunately.

"I can't keep up with this. I need my witch part." The she-wolf complains.

The man wrinkles his brows in effect to the discomfort he feels from her through the link. "You haven't been able to connect?"

"No, I think our chaser is using some kind of cloaking device, or they've grown dark powers. That could only explain why I'm powerless, regarding my witch gene." The woman knew she's the last of all witches until her daughter comes of age. In her mind, she can tell that those chasing behind them are after her daughter.

They want to kill her. They want the descendants of witches to go into extinct.

"Then... you must move." After a long-drawn-out moment, her mate says. His eyes searches hers, her thoughts he can read. "I'll be fine. I just need to buy us some time." He adds.

"Then, why block your mind from me? What are you hiding?"

"This is no time for such discussion. Go to the river, from there, I believe there is a way to another town. It's populated, so you should be protected." He says in a hurry, and kisses her forehead.

He stands, and takes some steps back. With her eyes, she plead for him to stay, but he believes he's doing what's best for them, for his family. His eyes closes, the power of the moon radiating along his veins. His senses heightened more, his wolf being released from the chains.

Followed by a sniff, he growls in an animalistic manner, his tone roaring into the dark. Coupling, his skin turns into sharp furs, his bones breaking, his teeth elongating, changing into fangs. His back hunches, as his body breaks and bones crunches. As he cracks his neck, his figure jumps up into the air, and landing down, he gets on all fours.

His grey furs, having black strip abreast the line of his nose reveals before the woman, his mate. His scent has became more potent for other supernatural to catch. Normally, he could have hinder his scent as most Werewolves can, but those chasing them are quite witted, and not regular rogue wolves, or rapid rogue wolves, neither are they lost wolves. However, there is no reason why those kind of wolves will be chasing after them. This kind of wolf-trailers have a mission, a deadly one.

Before she can react at his next growl, he's left, headed into the bushes once again. She wanted him to at least look back, but he didn't. Just then, her daughter begins to cry, her sound reaching into the taciturn space.

She is hurried to pick a pace, and set her track, running with her wailing child. Tears are threatening to fall off her eyes, but she keeps going.

Trembling as she fights against her reluctant legs, she murmurs into the air, her voice needy. "please nature, protect the last daughter of the witch coven. If she is to die, the balance you've made shall be demolished." Repeating this words underneath her breaths, she continues to push through the gravity, fighting the resistant in the air.

She repeats the words in form of mantra. She would have muster a spell, but her witch part, being in void makes it an impossibility. Suddenly, her body jumps into the air, flipping and like a tear, her human skin pierce, coming forth, her wolf — her other nature. Her sandy-tanned skin changes into furs, thick ash hair covering each and every part of her body.

Her canine elongates, and she uses it to pick up the wrapper engulfing her daughter. With the help of her legs, she comforts her child, grasping her more closely so she won't fall.

Her speed increases more, her sense heightens. Soon, she is pulling to a stop. She's gotten to the lake. The water is glistering under the effect of the blue shining moon.

She nears the water, having dropped her child next to her. Her wolf peeks out into the forest, and scan the area. Her other half senses nothing out of place. It feels like they are safe.

Just then she decides to relax. Her throat is burning her from the lack of oxygen, so she drinks from the lake. Her super sense of smell had check the water, and see it was pure.

As she continues to drink, a bubble pokes from the water, making her wolf's eyes flare, and quickly back away. She curves her body, at the same time, using her tail as a protective shield to her lying daughter, whom is still wailing into the air.

She purrs, urging her to stop but she wouldn't. Another bubble comes, a gulping sound releasing. She becomes more alert. Her shock is moved to the peak as she watches the pull from the water.

The surface of the water is elastic, as it is being pulled up from the middle. The raise makes shade that covers her large wolf figure.

She is in awe, but most certainly shocked at what she is seeing. This is definitely a witch power.

"Aren't I the last of my ancestors?" Her human part ask her wolf since her witch part — her true nature — is still no where to be sensed.

Both beings in one body watch the rumbling lake being raised, and then it molds a form. Following, the water breaks, as it still continues to take the form.

The water from the lake soaks up, revealing the shape of three male beings. She is shocked at those in front of her.

These men are not witches. She knows them. Something is off about them, her wolf can sense it and is warning her. With her mind being in calm at the familiar faces, she brings her wolf to alight.

Her human shape overcomes once again, letting her stand erect, as she watches them. Her skin is still hairy. She is in the median form, between her wolf part and human part.

She quickly nears them. Her voice tone is pleading. "I need your help, Elders. My mate is still behind, probably fighting those chasing us. I don't know them, but they seem dangerous..." As she explains, she notices more odd in how they act.

Their faces are unconcerned by her urge. She backs, and frowns, her brows are furrowed. "it's you." She says, finally getting it.

Her wolf can just begin to smell the scent of her mate. They have killed him. She can smell her mate's blood on one of the men's hands — the leading figure, one standing ahead of the other two.

They are the ones chasing them. They used to be wolves, and as well, they and her mate are Alphas of the four corners of the universe.

"Seize her." The man in front says, and the two behind him walks towards her.

She quickly backs away more, as she growls at them. Tripping by a log she hadn't noticed, she falls, but is hurried to grip herself.

"You can't do this. What offence have I made? What offence has my mate made?" She is quivering.

The man's face is emotionless. She can see his eyes through the hood he is wearing, hindering his actual face. The other men are muttering words under their breaths. It's spells to keep her in place.

"You know what you are. You are a witch. Your kinds are too powerful, and we will not allow you to take control of the supernatural world ever again. We, Weres should be the most powerful."

"You are wrong. Nature made us to balance this world. You can't undo it." She manages to speak her mind even when she's scared so much that her heart is hammering against her sternum.

"I am. We are. We are the Elders." The man says, his hands spreading as emphasy.

"How did you get a witch power?"

"Why do you care?" He is mocking.

"The powers you have is dark, and unhealthy to yourself and everyone. You just let me help you purify yourself as you were made initially." Even though they had killed her mate, she still needs to perform her duty as witch to purify the heart of impure supernatural beings.

"Kill her and her daughter." The man seems to be clearly done with the conversation.

She panics, knowing there is no way out of this. If her mate, which is their colleague is killed by them, her life is worthless. She's always noticed them to hate her.

"Oro te naturae ut animam filiae meae renascentis conservet..." Suddenly, she gags, feeling a sharp agony slide past her throat, before just then she feels numb...the foreign words couldn't be spelt anymore.

Her neck has been sliced, her blood is sputtering at her face, entering into her eyes such that her vision is blurred. Her hands involuntarily goes up there to keep pressure.

The blade used was silver, a substance very lethal to Werewolf's genes. It's deadly. It's killing her.

She tries to complete her words, but her body no longer functions. She falls to the ground, her other unblocked eyes watches her crying daughter. She reaches for her, but can't.

The light of the moon blends into her scenery, and she stares into it, crimson still gushing out.

"Take the child, and end her too." The man commands once again. With immediate effect, one of the two men grips the silver blade in his hands and clasp the sheet covering the child.

The moment the covers were unveiled, the dominancy of the first man halt the other man with the blade. "stop."

The man with the hoods walks over to the child, and look into her eyes. "she can not be killed by this blade. Her powers are overwhelming. I can feel it." He pauses, and continues, "I have to subdue her dominance. Lethal hybrid, the child is." He finishes with clear disgust.

With that, his eyes glows the colour of flaring fire, but not of scarlet, black instead. His now onyx eyes pierce into the child's, banging into her mind.

For her stage, she wasn't supposed to have grown any extraordinariness, but it seems different for her case.

After a while, the man outstretches his hands, and the blade was passed into his open palms. Gripping it firmly, he cast a muttering foreign language, one that sounds eerie in the dark night.

Not hesitating, he sinks the blade into the chest of the crying child, and just after that horror, silence fills the space. The woods grows more dead.