Lunging at the biggest rogue, I bury our claws into his skull, and I can feel his brain swishing into small chunks, as my claws slice through it. He never knew what hit him and had no time to react. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I wake up suddenly drenched in sweat, reliving the night my parents were killed by bloodlust rogues 10 years ago. I didn't know it then, but my life was going to get interesting on a whole new level and I would find out the biggest secret any family could have. This all happens just in time for my 18th birthday. My list of new discoveries about who I am and where I come from just keeps growing. I have a Supernatural Conference to attend. A Life Celebration week to prepare. Find out I have not one, not two, but three mates. Kill my power hungry Uncle. Kill an Alpha seeking to become a god and do all this while claiming my birthright. Just another day and walk in the forest for me.

Life seems so mundane when you have lived for as long as I have, well not really long, but have had multiple past lives. Let me explain, my name is Ianna Foster, I am average built, 5’7” with long dark brown hair, and maple brown eyes and I am eighteen. I am a Watcher to the Crimson Star Coven and in every previous life I was the Atlantean Battle Warrior. It’s kind of messed up going from a celebrated warrior to a pencil pushing, recorder taking desk jockey, but it is what it is.