When 19-year-old leukaemia patient Rose discovers an urn in her father's basement, she's flipped out from believing the ordinary. Her life would have been perfect if she was left in ignorance of the unknown. Out of her curiosity, she had woken him. Emmett, of history, an ancient werewolf who was said to be the last of the three originals. He possessed a strong black magic that threatened the existence of the werewolves, was drugged by his lover and was burnt alive by the Alpha of their time. His remains where stored up in an urn Civilization had come. The history of Emmett had faded. No one believed in werewolves any more. But Emmett's ashes still remained locked up in an urn. His urn is passed on from the hands of his lover to her last generation as a special art piece. Rose has six months to live but she's a fighter, she learns more about Emmett while fighting for her life. She felt like she had a purpose she could fulfil in a short term life. They both set out on a mission that will reveal the hidden things Rose didn't know of. What could be Rose's fate to live past her limited lifetime? What would happen when Emmett finds out who Kayla, his former lover's last blood is?
Chapter 1 Prologue
Claw City Park 1500s
Kayla is the most beautiful woman to behold, I could look into her alluring eyes and forget the rest of the world existed.
I bless the day I met her on the battlefield.
The fear that was displayed in her eyes was evident. She faced her near death in the eyes.
I had no business involving myself in the war that stirred up in my Park. If their Alpha could be comfortable seeing his park at war with folded hands, I could too.
I'm not their Alpha, even though I am an Original with more powers than they could possess, I laid low.
They tremble at the mere mention of my name. I was their living god.
They feared me.
Raquel, Otto, and I were the first shifters; we roamed the earth and found a settlement in this great City. We had our kind sprout throughout the city; we were worshipped, but then, one after the other, they died, leaving me behind.
Roaming.
Alone.
I stood at the corner of the battlefield, invisible to the eyes of the wolf warriors; they fought in their wolf forms; they had put on fire, and it spread wide into the forest, slowly burning deep into the verse land.
Blood painted the field.
Lifeless bodies, both in wolf and human form were at every corner of the field.
The weak ones who had given up on the fight fled for their lives.
I have nothing to do with this treacherous, absurd activity; let them end their lives and let their blood be on their heads; let it be painted on their palms and in their heart.
Just as I watched the warriors continue to hurt and kill themselves, I spotted her.
She was a white wolf, her fur was stained with blood, her muzzle including. I watched as she leaped towards the burning bushes and for the first time in a while, I was drawn to this particular wolf.
I heard her wailing; It was like I could feel the pain that oozed out of her opened flesh. Almost.
I cared.
What would a lady be doing at this place?
To her, I was her hero. Even she didn't believe a god would want to save her. I took her in, healed up her wounds, and nursed her back to health.
She became my drug.
As a god, she was my weakness. The news of me getting a mate was spread throughout the Park; only Kayla and I knew we weren't truly mates. The moon goddess never gave her sons mated, we let them live with that belief. We still loved ourselves regardless.
At sunset, the molten orb of gold gave way for the dark sky; I lay in my room anticipating the nightfall.
Another night to run through the wild forest was my daily night routine.
"Emmett." Kayla's soothing voice called through the door, distracting me from the view of sunset I stared into through the window that was slightly ajar.
Standing up to get the door. She smiled sweetly the moment I opened the door, her every inviting smile, showing off her perfect white teeth.
"I brought you tea." She held the tray she had in her hands up, urging me to look into it.
"Hmm, it's quite different from the usuals." Bringing my eyes back to hers after taking a glance at the content of the cup, I let her in.
"It will calm you down and help you relax." She said as she set it down on the nightstand, turning to face me as I stood behind her, throwing her hands to wrap around my shoulder.
"Objection, you calm and relax me. Where's that trophy I kept to give someone this evening?" I said while acting like I was searching for something, Darting my eyes around the room before bringing it back to my main focus.
Kayla laughed softly. "Still, you need to have one of these."
"Yes, ma'am. Whatever my queen orders." I said, moving back a little from her to prostrate, just like the rest of the Park did me.
I stood up straight and went as well as wrapping my arms around her small waist, "Don't you think I deserve someone nice after having my tea? It would fasten the effects of tea, don't you think?" Nuzzling my face on her cheeks, breathing in her scent.
I could crawl into her skin to become one if only I could.
"I'm yours for the taking. Now, drink up, it's getting cold." She said, handing me the tea.
It had a nice aroma
Without hesitation, I drank it in large gulps. The warmth went down my throat rapidly.
It wasn't long after I had that tea, I fell off balance.
My powers failed me as my body dropped to the wooden floor.
What had happened to me?
I knew something was wrong with me, but it was out of my control; through my blurry vision, I saw the swift change on Kayla's face.
What had she done to me? Why would she have done that?
Darkness had enveloped me; I still felt a bit of consciousness; maybe it was my powers that held me on a thin rope, such that if that rope snapped, I would be gone.
Forever.
I heard voices in the room, ones that weren't Kayla's.
They picked me up from the ground. Supporting my numb arms on their shoulders, they carried me to earth-knows-where.
Probably outside, the cold evening breeze grazed on my skin.
"Stand back; this is the rule of the Alpha, which we've carried under your agreement with the Alpha and the high howlers of the Park." One of them that held my body spoke.
I tried to invoke my powers, but they betrayed me; I felt useless.
What agreement did the woman I trusted in my life make with the Alpha King?
"Please don't kill him." I heard Kayla's muffled voice.
Kill me?
"Noo," Kayla cried out as she took him away. She knew giving him up would hurt her, but she did it for the park; she was told they were in grave danger as her lover was still in existence.
She had to let go.
For the safety of her park.
It was done.
She was given her reward.
His urn.
For bringing down their Park's greatest threat.
Her lover.
His urn, the most cherished piece she would pass down from her generation to the last, was proof that she had been loved by a powerful being.
This was not the last of Emmett.