*Chapter One*

Hounds.

Thats what they call us, Hounds. Werewolves without heart beats. Werewolves without emotions like happiness, love, passion ... guilt, werewolves without a conscious.

The perfect killing machines.

Its not like this was our choice. No, none of us wanted this, no wolf would ever want this, this feeling of nothingness, of death clawing at you sanity, breaking every thing that once made you a wolf. Its our worst nightmare, like your scared of the dark, but you are the dark ... Its confusing and terrifying.

For instance, today I was assigned a clan of vampires who broke one of the Crown's most sacred rules, they turn a human into one of them, a vampire. And an unwilling one at that. Now Im here to clean up their mess, lucky me right?

*Sigh* Anyway, the girl they turned freaked out as soon as she realised she now had strange cravings, red eyes and fangs to match, she ran, now I have to find her, kill her and burn her... Jeez you'd think they would learn after the fourth one bolted that turning them would not help them accept the life style of a vamp, and yet, here I am, hunting down number five...

I guess it beats following Jasper around al day, keeping that idiot safe, but I don't like killing, or well, I know Im not suppose to, I atleast remember that much. That feeling of guilt your suppose to feel when you look them in the eyes, when they beg for mercy, beg you to have a heart.. But what they don't know is, what they're forgetting is, I lost myne a long, long, verry long time ago...