Chapter 1

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              They say god only gives you as much as you can handle in your life, because for some reason it’s in his cosmic play for people all over the world. Well in some people’s cases you wonder if it was possible to ask him to back pedal it just a bit. I guess I would put myself in that category, pretty much from the day I was born. It’s been one complication after another and my legs have been swept out from underneath me every single chance for more s**t to come my way. People would consider these ideas of mine melodramatic but not when it comes to my life; I was born in a world secret to the world normal humans live in. On the outside, I pass as an everyday human but running through my blood is generations after generations of shifter; specifically wolves blood. If you really want to put a name to what I am….Hollywood has glamorized us as a Lycan, not a werewolf; two completely different types of wolves in my book.               We lycan’s….are a more advanced species, unlike a werewolf we for the most part can control our transformations at will. When it comes to a werewolf though they can only change under the full moon and cannot control their transformation or really themselves at all. That being said, we Lycans can have some control issues when it comes to our first transformation but because we can transform at any given time; rather it be under a full moon or not, should that need arise so we are in control of ourselves. The way movies show us…its like some great thing to be able to do, with so much power that you’re like a damn super hero or something. The power thing, yeah….that is a plus but the rest of it theirs a list of Pro’s and Con’s that come along with it and sometimes the con’s out way the Pro’s by hell of a lot.               You would think being a monster, hidden among humans is what complicated my life the most but it doesn’t even register in the top five worst moments in my life. It was the color of my fur that made me – unwanted, hated and never wanted. “Never wanted” were the last words I remember my mother saying to the man she gave me to when I was four years old. Robert Langstone, a 42-year-old half breed shifter with the Colorado Police Department. Makes you wonder what kind of man, would take a kid who wasn’t even his own into his home; let alone keep in his life.   Robert, he saw how the woman treated her and was trying to pass her off to anybody she could….just because her fur wasn’t silver or white. Black furred lycan’s were literally the black sheep of the family, the unwanted; the true beasts of the wolf term. White and Silver lycan’s were looked on as privileged and well bred breeds.               The thing was my mother didn’t try to pass me off because she couldn’t afford to have another child, in fact I have three other siblings that I haven’t seen since I was given up. My father was a surgeon and my mother worked in law. Lovely family don’t you think, I’m 27 now and work in the Homicide department; going on three years now. To me, Robert Langstone has been the only parent I could ever ask for or need. He never made me feel unwanted, unloved; to me he was my dad, my mom….hell the man was my savior. I lost him a year ago, it was his last case before he was planning to retire.           A murder case, in our community….not the human one; even though a few humans were killed in the crossfire. Six shifters had been murdered, well murdered really was an understatement they were taken apart like a diy model set. I tried to help him on the case but he wouldn’t have it, I think it was a mixture of ego and wanting to go out strong in his career. Even though the grumpy old bastard wouldn’t admit to it I think he really wanted to do this himself because he wanted to prove one species wasn’t better than the other and that we were all at risk for anything bad to happen. There was no difference between the two and the need to stand with one another was better than apart.               I remember once when I was 8 and came home from school in tears, with my clothes torn up, a split lip and a black eye. I ran into the house and straight to him; wrapped my arms around his waist and the tears just fell but I made no noise of crying. He was taken back at first but he put his case file down and patted her head a few times.               She sniffled slightly as he grasped her chin lightly and made her look up at him as he saw the marks again for the third time in the last five months. He had an angered look about him but his eyes softened after a moment as he says, “Clean up, Eva. Take a breath and then come downstairs, everything will be better than.”               A few more tears slid down her cheek as she nodded slightly, he wiped a few of her tears away and she wiped her nose with the back of her sleeve as she looked up at him.               “Go,” he says with a light smirk.               She nodded her head slightly as she sniffled once and put on a smile as she turned and ran off to go get cleaned up. By the time, she was done; he was sitting on the couch and he patted the table in front of her. She walked over as he sat her up on the table as her feet barely touched the floor as she kicked her legs back and forth slightly.               “Eva,” he spoke.               She grasped the edges of the table by her hips as she looked up slightly to him and keeps quiet for a bit.               “Do you want to know why I became a cop,” he tells her.               “Uh-huh,” she says as she sits up as she looked to him.               He picks her up and puts her on his lap as he wraps his arm around her back, to make sure she didn’t fall off as he began to tell her his story by the time he was finished. She knew, right there and then that’s what she wanted to do. Robert, well dad to me; every time I listened to his stories I always knew I wanted to be a cop just like him. I think back on it sometimes that it wasn’t only his stories but I wanted to prove my worth as well too, even though if it was just for myself. Also there was one incident in high school, that kind of signed the deal on my decision. Making friends was really hard for me, hell it was damn near impossible but there was this one guy Caleb. He was what you would call a dhampir, his father was a higher rank vampire in modern society and his mother was human who worked in well…..their union is a different story in itself. Caleb, even though he was a half breed he had a real chance to lead a righteous life along with his father but that was only if he had shown some vampiric traits or at least gifts. Which in his case, Caleb didn’t develop anything in that nature….If you looked right at him, he looked like your average human and that was it.               We ended up becoming friends, after I stopped a group of snobs….that decided to use him as their personal punching bag at the edge soccer field for an after school activity. I intervened, got busted up during the fight but I wasn’t the one that went home with my tail between my legs and looked worse. Dad, wasn’t too happy about the fight but he told me; he couldn’t have been more prouder that I didn’t take their crap and I stood up for my friend. Caleb, I miss him on bad days when a case has gone wrong or there was nothing getting it going really in the right direction.               Caleb and I were close until I got into the police academy; then during my first year I found out he fell into the wrong group and ended up dead. Damn near broke my heart, he was like my brother I would have done anything for him. Actually, when I found out about his death, I tracked each of the guys down. If I’m being honest if it wasn’t for dad tracking me down as well, I would have killed them without a second thought. I had beaten two of them near death and just as I was taking care of the third one; dad tackled my ass down and somehow managed to talk me out of the pure anger that was running through my veins for those assholes. As much as I wanted to beat the living crap out of them until the pain stopped in my heart. He was right, killing them would have killed the future I worked my ass off for and well it wouldn’t bring Caleb back. Thinking of what he would say in that situation was pretty much what the old man would have said, “He would be disappointed if I wasted my opportunity.”               He always told me when we talked he knew I would make something out of myself and that I needed to push myself more.               “So you’re a black wolf shifter,” he says, “Do you know I’d kill to have a bit of the power you have running through those veins. To be able to at least be what you were born to be. Be proud your at least what you are, at least you’re not a human like me.”               He always called himself a human even though; he was different like the rest of us…Caleb just wasn’t lucky enough to inherit his traits. Like I had much to say, “Black wolves, compared to Silver and White Lycans….well me and him were in the same boat I think that’s why we got along so well.               Over the years, the anniversary of his death and now dads were the worst days of the year for me. I swear, it always rained…. somedays I think it did because it was god’s way of crying for me because I just didn’t have it in me to shed anymore tears for them. Losing the two of them, the last two bits of my heart I just didn’t have it in me to cry for them anymore. So, every year after a shift, I order cheap Chinese…take down a couple of beers and watch the cheesiest one liner sci fi movie’s on tv I could possibly find.               The day that breaks me the worse just seems to get more added on as it comes, the chief of my department decided it was time I get a partner. That’s all I need is some damn rookie wet behind the ears, getting in my damn way and pissing me off even more. The last one I got set up with was over three years ago, he was a were-tiger. The guy was a gigantic d**k and he made every day hell, I would grind my teeth so hard some nights on shift; I damn near cracked one of my fangs.               “Nathan Alexzander….,” she thought. Just thinking about the guy, made me want to put my fist through the wall. Every time after a case, his ass would unload all the paperwork on me and never did a damn thing to help in that area. Although his ass, had no problem taking credit on my damn collars as if they were his own and he did it all by himself. He works in homicide now, thank god I only have to see that asshole on the occasional case and maybe in the hallway if I was lucky enough.               “Detective Langstone, get your ass in here,” she heard the Captain yell out from his office.               A growl passed her lips as she rubbed at her temples slightly and then she got up from her desk as she walked through the office. She passed a few desks, of a couple of pure bloods; she would really like nothing but to knock their teeth down their throats.               “So whose the new victim…..now Eva,” Ethan spoke with a snide smirk as he glanced up from his paperwork.               “Why don’t you just go to hell,” she spoke in a soft tone mixed with a growl that passed her lips slightly as she walked passed his desk and made her way to the Captain’s office where she walked in; then closed the door behind her.               Instantly the strong scent of human was in the air and it just wasn’t the Captain who set behind his desk as he looked up to her. She glanced to the side as she noticed, where the stench was coming from and he screamed rookie.               “Oh, f**k me,” she thought as she realized what this could only mean because the last three months the Captain had been on her ass about picking a partner.               She figured he would just let it go but of course she couldn’t be that lucky if she tried as she knew this was exactly the reason she was called in his office. Her jaw was so tight she could have cracked one of her fangs if she tried now.               “Langstone…..this is Conner Embry…..a year out of the academy but he’s got nothing but golden accommodations,” he says, “Since you decided to take your sweet ass time in choosing….I made the choice for you.”               “Embry….you will be partnered with Langstone for now on,” he says and then turns his gaze back to his paperwork.               “Now get the hell out of my office,” the captain says and she leaves the office without saying anything to the new guy as she walked past other detectives desks.               “Oh…..rookie,” one detective says, “Dead man walking.”               “Rookie….if your smart….you will run,” another detective spoke out with a loud chuckle.               Honestly, she wanted nothing more, then to punch his teeth down his throat but she had to restrain herself. She promised her dad, no matter what was said it was nothing but ignorance and lowering herself to fight them would be saying she was just like them. She walked over to her desk and immediately went back to her work without saying a word to the rookie as he walks over to the empty desk near hers.               “Detective Langstone….I’m looking forward to working with you,” he spoke as he went to shake her hand but she simple glanced at it and went back to work.               “The desk is yours….do whatever,” she simply says as she goes back to work on her paperwork.               About three hours into work, she got a call about a fight that got out of hand and their was a death from it. She got up from her seat as she grabbed her black jacket and the rookie looked to her when she got off the phone.                    “A case,” he asked.                    “Yeah, get your s**t ready. Let’s go,” she said simply as she slipped her gun out of the desk drawer and slid it on her belt clip. Then she walked past him without waiting as she heard his rushed footsteps behind her to keep up with her.            They take the elevator to the bottom floor of the garage where she walks over to her black mustang parked in the corner.                    When she walked over to the unlock the door, she noticed he stopped a few steps away from the car as he looked it over and she spoke up.                    “Never seen a mustang before or something,” she spoke out slightly annoyed.                    “Yeah, I’ve seen a mustang before,” he says, “Just not this year of model and in such great condition.”                    “Dad, was a car guy....simple as that,” she says, “Now are you going to get in the damn car or what.”                    “Yeah, I’m going....shit,” he spoke under his breath as he walked over and got into the passenger side as he shut the door when he took a seat.                    She got in the car, shut the door and started the car; backed up and drove out of the parking lot of the station. The car ride down town was pretty quiet for a while and that was something she appreciated until the rookie started asking questions.                    “So, what’s the case,” he asked.            “Cut and dry case, bar fight....two idiots. Now one’s dead,” she says simply as she keeps her eyes on the road.                    Except it wasn’t so cut and dry, especially when it was in the lower district of down town in what shifters call the Lost Haven district. Its where shifters and pretty much anything normal to us but humans would call monster to them seem to congregate. This is all I needed today to make it worse, a rookie and the first case deals with a shifter case.             “Give me a freaking break for once,” she thought as she took a breath as she took Lux Street down to fifth which would take her right to club in question.        
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