True blood

    Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans. I am Hope, i am Hope phoneix to be precise i am who i am. I am just an ordinary student who go to mixed school. Not any ordinary mixed school i mean werewolves,wolfs,vampires , witches and wizards. There was always a fight between those four but not anymore Emerald defeated Malivore.       Emerald was my greatgrandgrand mother if i may say. I got my eyes that  sparkle the color of emerald, the color of deep forest pools, the color of ferns, the color of freshly cut grass, the color of the moss that spreads over the stone bench, the color of autumn carrot tops, the green of the first spring leaves, a plum tree, sea green, mossy green spotted with the color of pecan peel, as green as summer. Sparkling in the light of the morning sun like a new glow of morning dew. When I turn my head, like this and that, they catch the light and play tricks with everything and everything that screams "spring". And as I lifted my pale face to the sky, emeralds shifted into the color of the deep sea that shimmered in the moonlight from her. I wished she never die after she defeated Malivore.      I am a tribrid which means i am a hybrid  the combination of three different supernatural species Vampire, Werewolf and Witch. The only living tribrid is Hope Phoneix that is me. I inherited the werewolf gene from my two parents while i got my vampire and witch legacy from my father, who is the original hybrid and the son of the original witch. Through my mother, who is descended from the Labonair family, I also carries the werewolf gene. I am the rare type noone knows who i am neither my pack. Well as you can see i run a pack. It is called red moon pack outsiders knows it as Crescent Wolf Pack. Noone knows the meaning of red moon pack execpt my generations and they dont exist anymore. The name red moon is drawn out of the phoneix generation since all the wolfs in my family furs are the color of the red, yellow and orange the color of phoneix. When we shift to our wolf form our furs is known from a long distance because  it is hotter than hell.       Those who saw my fur describe it as the unique bird, resembling an eagle but with rich red and gold plumage, that lived for five or six centuries in the Arabian desert. My fur represent the cycle of death and resurrection. Phoneix blood runs in my family, the ability to live hundreds of years before dying in a burst of flames then only to be reborn from the ashes.       Having a pack is fun mostly with the mindlinks to talk to my pack member and also to my wolf. I have 2 betas and 3 deltas we all go to same school it is my duty to mindlink them every school night to sleep. My betas are next in commands meanwhile the deltas are third in command. My wolf name is Scarlet while my vampire name is Esme and my witch name is  Arabelle.      Our pack house is  welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway. Upon the walls were the photographs of children, so obviously so loved. The floor was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely browns and the walls were the greens of summer gardens meeting a bold white baseboard. The banister was a twirl of a branch, tamed by the carpenter's hand, it's grain flowing as water might, in waves of comforting woodland hues. Under the lamp-shine it was nature's art, something that soothed right to the soul. Our home where the laughter happens and I can rest at the end of the day. From the street it is bricks and mortar topped with tile, the same as any other. Yet if you step inside you'll feel it's so different, a place where the lungs choose to fill a little deeper and the heart beat a little steadier. Yet the house is long and narrow, perhaps only twelve feet wide at the front, but it stretched some thirty feet back like a giant shoe box. It is two stories high and had a one story extension at the rear for the kitchen. The wooden framed sash windows were propped open with sticks and the brick work, perhaps once a jaunty yellow, looked dirty with over a hundred years of London grime. A small rose garden had been planted in front, and although it had obviously once been carefully planned and loved, it is now riddled with weeds.  ⍣Mindlink to the pack ⍣ time for bed.