Maybe if I call it fiction you wouldn't judge, if I call it make-believe maybe you can comprehend what I am about to tell you. However as I tell you this, keep in mind that this is truth, the places I will mention are real, the story is real, and the myths I will explain are as real as real can be. I accept the consequences to come from my actions, but I reveal this as a pack leader, maybe the only way they won't kill me and my pack is if we stay in the spotlight. I have the eighth codex, the book of life and death, we have three other codex, and the thirteenth grimoires. "Dear reader, feel free to research all you read within this book especially when you see words in these brackets …[ ]… some information is hidden, some sacred, some in this book but more is still out there". Oh, Charmaine, daughter of Vizier, if you are out there, hiding like the worm that you are in those caves in [Manicaland] under the house of the Scariot Vampire bloodline, out there with the real [Picatrix], just know we are out for blood. "Dear reader, I apologize for that outburst, from this point on, names within the novel will be hidden to protect my pack, the vampire, werewolf, and shapeshifter bloodlines. I will give you backgrounds as we go, now, open your eyes and you will see, open your mind, and you will understand.Forget about Dracula for a moment, and all the modern myths of vampires, werewolves and witches. Let's focus on the real vampires, witches and werewolves that walk among us. Let's agree that every country around the world has its own version of these mythological creatures even without interaction, meaning they must at some degree exist. As a mini backpack before the story, let me actually spill how the supernatural works. There are seven vampire types, seven different pure bloodlines, sired by the old ones. Chief amongst them being the Astaros, Dracul, Vizier, and Scariot bloodlines. The Astaros and Vizier bloodlines are the only ones that can breed. Among the lesser ones is the Strigoi, Alp and Aswang bloodlines. That makes seven out of the ten provinces in a little teapot shaped country called [Zimbabwe]. Werewolves originally had three bloodlines, the Lycan, Vanhelsing and [Varcolac] Romanian bloodline which was allegedly wiped out. Witches have no original bloodlines, but the branches flow from Aztecs, Babylonians and pagans of old, then there are those born of nature, most dangerous of them, blood witches born from the Constantine bloodline. Offspring of the Astaros and Vizier bloodlines are called Dhampir, they feed off animals, and once they feed on human blood they become purebreds. The Lycan werewolf bloodline has always been servants of Dhampir, they are weak if they have a cowardly Alpha, and they have five times abilities and speed of a human, but half as fast as Vampires and Vanhelsing bloodline werewolves. Vampires hate werewolves but can't drink their blood, the blood is always in a state of shifting so in it's own, the blood is alive, whereas the vampire is dead. Once ingested, the blood tries to shift until it ceases to be mobile to which it reacts to it's host by becoming flesh eating bacteria, so, it eats it's victim making it decay while still undead, creating what you call a zombie. This process takes three days to kill the host. Vanhelsing bloodline of werewolf can basically kill vampires by bite, and they have always been used to hunt vampires. Above all, the most powerful are Shape shifters, with their abilities they can turn into anyone, any animal, and they can basically blend like chameleons, but are usually solitary, and rarely take responsibility within wars. Now, let me explain how I became a werewolf, and an Alpha, life within the pack, the struggle and my Alpha. I will start using the third person.Michael, a bewildered boy, sprinted through the dense forest, his voice piercing through the damp air, desperately calling out for his parents. Tall trees loomed above him, their branches swaying in the whispering wind, as a thick undergrowth clung to his feet, hindering his swift progress. Illuminating the night sky, the full moon cast an eerie glow upon the scene, creating haunting shadows that danced and flickered among the trees. Fear clenched Michael's heart, as the forest seemed to come alive with the rustling of unseen creatures. Their cacophonous chirping and echoing cries became an unsettling symphony that played on his frayed nerves.A bone-chilling cold engulfed him, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably, while the nocturnal symphony was abruptly interrupted by the distant howling of wolves. Their mournful calls sliced through the silence, echoing hauntingly and intensifying his sense of vulnerability and isolation.As Michael ran further, his wild eyes scanning the darkness, the whole forest seemed to conspire against him. Every chilling gust of wind, every rustle in the undergrowth, heightened his paranoia and cemented his fear. The once beautiful and enchanting woods had transformed into a nightmarish labyrinth, trapping him in its grasp.In this desperate pursuit to reunite with his parents, Michael found himself entangled in the mysterious depths of the forest. The dampness clung to his trembling body, the towering trees stood ominously overhead, and his fear was magnified by the haunting cries of nature's creatures.Crouching down, Michael could feel the cool earth beneath his trembling fingers as he clutched the ground for stability. He screamed "Mom!" with all his might, the desperation in his voice echoing through the forest, but there was no response. His calls only merged with the haunting chorus of the wolves, their howls growing in intensity, drowning out any hope of hearing his parents' comforting voices.A deep chill ran down his spine as he caught a faint whelp amidst the symphony of howls. It sent shivers through his entire body, a chilling realization that these creatures roamed closer than he anticipated. The deafening silence that followed, however, was even more unnerving than their cries. It was as if the entire forest had fallen into an eerie stillness, with only the sound of his frantic, muffled breaths breaking the silence.Feeling the weight of his fear and isolation, Michael curled up on the forest floor, hugging his knees close to his chest. The overwhelming sense of being alone and vulnerable pressed upon him, his heart pounding in his chest. Tears welled in his eyes, blurring his vision as he tried to make sense of his surroundings amidst the darkness that enveloped him.