Fallen Moon

est to the Luminous Castle, Lord Grimm's stronghold. This pack is referred to by many as the notorious Nightshade. The pack began as a generous frie

cker, The Hunter, The Beta and of course, The Alpha. Without all six members, a pack cannot be dispatched. At the moment Nightshade was

k. They are tasked with shopping, running errands, and taking care of the other pack members. Their strength is measured by their spouse ha

of her career. Her name had to change due to her popularity with the humans and media. The pack members took her as a joke at first. They wondered how a woman of her stature was able to survive the transition. S

on the back of her neck. The artwork was of a small raven. The wings of the raven were spread out inside the outline of a feathered heart. This tattoo she referred to as her family crest. The second tattoo rested over the breast that contained her heart. It

escribing medicine. They also dissect medicine in order to combat the vampire's healer. The Medic just like the Omega must refrain from fighting. They are oftentimes protected by the Tracker and The Hu

ions to ask whenever she discovered that supernatural life did in fact, exist. Lord Grimm gladly cleared any confusion she had. Afterward, she made it her goal to be the best Werewolf she could be. She scored high

s remained active. Due to this, she healed remarkably fast making it almost impossible to harm her. Claire even learned how to use her gift to mend the wounds on other werewolves and eve

let her younger sister upstage her. Though, she sort of did when she scored Medic a rank higher than her. Raven

er hands in her jacket pockets. Her jacket was navy blue with the words "Every Rose Has Thorns" written on the back in cursive with a rose underneath it. She dressed in faded blue jeans and navy b

through her brunette hair. "It's going to be great being in the same no

for them to find something in common. The two of them were just different. Being a werewolf with her

y were no longer in the shelter of the training camp. This is the real thing, it was kill or be killed and the vampires weren't going to think twic

hapter in our lives, maybe a better one." Claire's navy blue eyes lingered on the werewolf rulebook in her hand. They were

His right ear had three gold piercings in it. While the other ear only had two. He was wearing blue denim jean

s. She learned that Jay and his twin brother Jayson joined the war at the age of only twelve. They hoped to avenge the death of their parents who were brutally murdered when they

trongest werewolf tag team. They complemented each other to perfection. One is fast, while the other is strong. One had an act for formula

, hear distinct sounds in the forest. He could feel weak points in an enemy's armor or even weak points in the ground beneath him. This allowed him to dig unde

hat he doesn't feel pain. He can push through any attack and still be able to counter it. It's seldom a vampire survives after he has them trapped in a corner. Ther

ulder blades. "If you have any questions, well," He put his hands in his pockets. "I've been a werewolf my whole life so," He scooted his bare f

ntively. "It's like," Raven understood what she was talking about. Her body felt it too. This strange feeling

y," Jay forced a light chuckle. "I've had it my whole life so to me," He placed his hand on his chest. "It's normal. But yeah," He shrugged.

s locks had the same light ash color as his twin brother. Though, his strands were much shorter in length. His shirt

l upset about that sparring match they had together. He has such a fragile ego. "The only

is greatest weakness." He let out a deep sigh. "Either way," He clinched his lips tight together. "You got your ass kicked by an Omega." Jay bu

above your weak ass," Jay wouldn't stop laughing at him. In frustration, Jayson tackle

" She glanced over at the twins as they were playing around. "It makes thi

n times of endless war, seeing loved ones die. To people like Raven and her sister who have never witnessed the death of a loved one. This

that stood over all of them. His tanned skin like living marble, unbreakable. Yet, there were claw marks across his chest and his back had been covered in gashes. His right ear is outl

motion, not one smile, one frown, nothing. His face was so calm and collected. It's like he didn't care about anything. The room was filled w

nothing became Lord's Grimm's most dangerous weapon. His blood red eyes were a trademark of what was thought to be a myth among wolves. The killer's eye. It is said to be give

gentle bite. It no longer mattered if the person were a human, a vampire or even a werewolf like him. They would die a gruesome and rat

of our origin, the birth of Nightshade?" This question, it seemed only natu

e started as a two person pack. It evolved into what it is today." That's the story, they were told at least. "Lord Grimm tested us on

f that story." He crossed his arms. "Well, I hate to break it to you like this but." He shook his he

ious?" Clair

es are a part of our pack now." He smiled at them. "It would be wrong not to share the real

ts. "He didn't befriend Alejandro. Actually," He took a seat in the grass. "Alejandro was the one who bef

he real story," He crossed his legs sitting Indian style. "Alejandro was indeed a servant destined to serve the werewolves. He and his family lived to be treated as lesser be

fight on the battlefield. So what did he do?" Jay took a seat by his brother. "Alejandro trained himself to fight, defying his very purpose. His mother and father begged h

band. She was but a servant forced to do whatever the Alpha asked of her. So, she had to let him." Raven eye