Prologue

My name is Arya Fang, also known as the girl who saved the world—the girl who brought the factions together and ended the war of the supernaturals.

But I guess, if I have to tell that story, I need to start from the beginning—with my parents, or as I like to call them, the cause of my misfortunes.

My mother was a witch. According to history, centuries ago, the Moon Goddess fell in love with a human and came down to earth to be with him. The children from their union were the first witches, blessed with the ability to wield and control magic in its various forms.

My father was a werewolf. Werewolf history is a bit darker. Apparently, some human angered the Moon Goddess so much that she cursed him to transform into a feral wolf and lose control every full moon. After years and generations of reparations and sacrifices, the Moon Goddess, in her forgiving glory, turned their curse into a blessing, giving them the ability to morph into huge wolves and other cool abilities.

Witches and werewolves do not get along; they’ve had a long-standing rivalry since the beginning of time. Cross-breeding between species is highly illegal, and children from such unions often don’t survive, anyway.

Since we’re on the topic of the factions, let’s discuss them all. Vampires—those dudes were created by witches as weapons against werewolves. But they were too unpredictable, and the project backfired. Vampires eventually formed their own factions and were left to their own devices.

Then there’s the fae. No one knows their deal. They’ve been on earth the longest, with countless subspecies. They’re too entangled in their own political nonsense to bother with faction shenanigans.

And humans? The weakest, most clueless and self involved species to ever exist—yet somehow they still manage to cause the most damage.

Anyway, since I was illegal, my parents, in all their wisdom, left me with the human foster system. Then they died. Like the geniuses they were.