Tell me all I have been heard and found out are lies. Tell me that I haven't been doing more wrong than right. Please, aunt Mel, tell me I have not been hunting my own people all these centuries ago. “I'm sorry sweetheart,” said aunty Mel. With that sentence, I feel that light was leaving my body. “But I have made a promise to your mom and I just been keeping my word,” she added. I just stood there looking at her guilty face and felt knees gave out and darkness succumbed me. My name is Jaira Leblanc, I'm over centuries years old but I still looked like 26 years old. My twin brother and I have been hunting supernaturals creatures almost all our lives based on a lie said by our parents. I don't why they lied to us? Don't know why our aunt didn't tell us about what who we really are? I have so many questions and I know so did my brother. But I am a little scared of the answers. Read with me and find out who I am with me and why was our identity held secret from us?