Synopsis

I didn't ask for this, I didn't ask to be my father's son, my grandfather's grandson, a descendant of the one who was. But I was born this way.

When you are born into a world ruled by men, big, strong and fierce, being a werewolf and being an alpha is hard to take.

Especially for them, who don't want to lose power.

My mother says that as soon as she held me in her arms she knew that I would do something big, important.

I don't know what she saw and she wasn't able to tell me before she was taken away from me, her and my sister, Rachel.

I was fifteen years old when it all happened.

I was sleeping, quiet and undisturbed until the alarm started to sound.

Three long horns.

An attack.

I jumped out of bed like a whip, propelled by a skilful arm, and ran to my younger sister's room.

At that time Rachel would have been about ten years old at the most, she was still a little puppy longing for change.

More human than me.

Dad had taught me well since my first change, I had to protect them, Mum and Rachel, whatever it took.

I tried, I swear I did. But my desire to help passed me by.

I left them with the person I trusted most, my best friend, my second, Anthony Diaz.

He was the closest thing to a brother, other than my sister, that I could have.

I trusted him with my life and I knew that he would not fail me.

He did, he failed me, but he didn't go down without a fight. He practically lost an eye for protecting my family while I was there; while I was going out like a raging demon behind the unwelcome visits we had that night, forgetting the most important thing, my only mission, to take care of them.

My eagerness to cover everything made me keep absolutely nothing, I lost them.

I know that Dad also blames himself for delegating all the responsibility to a fifteen year old boy but the fault was only mine.

Now the only thing I wanted was for the moon to answer my howls, telling me where they are.