The cold air whips around me as the Alaskan night brings the icy winds. Lucky for me, my Yeti fur keeps me warm. Being a shifter is the only thing that has kept me alive in this frigid cold. Alaska has always been home for us and living here is the perfect option. It sheltered us from those that would rather see us hung on their walls or stuffed sitting in their living rooms. It is dire that we stay under the radar of humans. We may be stronger than they are, but they outnumber us. Now, it is all in jeopardy. All thanks to the Vampires who decided our home was going to be their home. We no longer have peace; all we have is fear — fear for our kind and fear for our loved ones. Even the fear of shifting ate at us.  They took everything away from us and made us their slaves, forcing us to bid their every demand. The hate we feel for the bloodsuckers runs deep.

I look down at the castle, the Vampire King known as Elias, sits on his throne making our lives miserable. While he stays warm and cozy, he has my pack out here keeping him and his clan safe. If he wasn’t keeping our kid’s hostage, I would go in there and kill him for everything he has done to us

I watch as the memory passes through my mind. King Elias came to me and asked me if I was willing to have my pack guard him. I remember laughing in his face and telling him there was no way we would ever guard him. I even told him it would be over my dead body that I would allow my pack to be downgraded like that. That night, he took our kids from their beds, right under our noses, and that night everything changed. We never in a million years thought King Elias would pull some crap like that. We had our guard down and that was a mistake we regret every single second.

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