"Anthony take AnaRae and run!" My mother wheezed, urging an 11 year old version of my twin brother from where she lay on the floor, a silver bullet in her stomach, slowly bleeding to death from blood loss and the from the silver, and also with a dead father with a stake in his chest laying next to her. And with that, we said love you and our goodbyes with tears over-flowing and shaking bodies, and ran through the secret tunnel out of the pack grounds and through the woods into un-claimed land, rogue land. All the other packs were too scared to take us in and help us because of what we are. Ever since then, we were on our own. Us against the world, or I should say us against every other mythical creature. So we did what any other rogue 11 year olds would do. We made a home at an abandoned house in the middle of the woods. We started to train soon after, and after 5 years we became the most ruthless, frightening, and emotionless assassin rogues. We were called the Raven twins Everyone feared us, even alphas. I mean who wouldn't be scared if the only two werewolf/vampire hybrids in the world came to your pack to kill. That is until one day, we ran took the risk to go into the Black Moon Pack. The most ruthless and bloodthirsty pack in the United States. And that was probably the most stupidest thing I've ever done because I found out that I am mates with the ruthless and fearful Alpha, Alpha Jacc Knixon. And the problem is, it that i don't have a heart/feelings anymore. I made sure to get rid of them the first day I had the lost the most important thing in my life, my parents.