Fate of the Blood Moon's Path (33 page)

“I could’ve never had stopped that Angel. We had an order and we followed them.”

“Damn your orders! When will you realize that everyone is free Draven? Free to live their own life, to come and go as they please. That is why I’m leaving! With James as Chief now, I will never have the freedom I had when my father was there.” I went back to the drivers side door. “I’m leaving Draven. Don’t worry about me or anything. Because I see it in your eyes. There’s still a whole lot of years left in me.”

“Where will you go?” He asked.

“No clue. I’m just going to drive and see where it takes me.”

Epilogue.

I have gone through my life thinking that I know that I don’t belong here. I have never fit into this world or the place that I was raised.

I was born to a Vampyre mother and a Werewolf father. With human emotion I don’t understand and don’t know how to use. And I’m always angry. Angry at the world. Angry at the place that I live, and who I am and everything that I’m told.

I feel like I’m cursed most of the time as I walk these paths I so blindly travel on. The Blood Moon makes my visions red and makes me want to change. To shift. To become the beast that I have fought so hard to keep at bay.

The Vampyres say that I’m an abomination to both species. That I was never meant to be born into this world.

But I was.

And I was placed within a seat of power. Or so I’m told. The fate of every man and or species lies within the stars. And if you know how to look for it, they will map out your path.

I’m told that I have a fate to fulfill.

Right now, it’s the beast inside of me that wants out. And wants to live and be fulfilled.

Acknowledgements

I would like to acknowledge the following people and give my many thanks and gratitude for all of the inspiration, kindness, encouragement, and support that was given to me over the duration of my writing of this book that has become my world over the past years since 2007.

My family. Thanks for letting me lock myself in my room to let my creativity flow. My Sister Tonya; for putting up with my creative endeavors. My late night phone calls, listening to my ramblings about the happenings and how great my one of kind work of fiction was going to be, and all the time that you put into editing this for me.

Meridith Ivy Arlington, Ryanne Bothel. I am the luckiest person in the world to have gotten to know you over the years. Without you, I would not have been able to shape characters that are incidentally completely based upon you. My thanks for giving me the inspiration to breathe life ad create these amazing characters for my first series. Thank you for being my muses and sparking my imagination to create this world further. I cannot express enough gratitude for being there for me. You are my best friends in reality and within these pages. Stay beautiful and don’t give up on your dreams.

To all my other friends, you know who you are, for letting me turn you into characters and listening to me ramble on.

My brother Jon, Cold Blood Productions, for creating my covers for me, and listening to all my crazy ideas.

Thanks to everyone else who believed in me. You are not forgotten.

Also, my many thanks to my ancestors, the Cherokee People who inspired me with all of your legends. Your wisdom is not forgotten.