THE BIRTH OF THE FEMALE STAINED WITH BLOOD

The cold wind and the thudding caused by the hail on the massive windows ended up frightening the genuine lunam that cowered by instinct to defend her large belly and in it the strongest cub of its entire kind. The heir.

"Looks like someone has enraged the gods," she whispered in thought and licked her belly, in order to show the puppy that they were out of danger.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the heavy door scratching at the floor.

"Come, Kathe, I brought dinner," the genuine alpha, her mate, entered the room with a large piece of mutton.

Kathe got out of bed and went to meet her mate; her mouth salivated as she inhaled the delicious smell that emanated from the meat and the puppy inside her stirred.

"Your belly is so big. This puppy will be born and become even stronger than me and any other that has ever existed, for sure," he said proudly as he watched his female delight with the feast he bought for her.

There was nothing more pleasurable for a male than to see his happy, well-fed mate carrying his offspring.

For ten moons the couple has been waiting for their cub; the genuine lunam can only reproduce once in a lifetime, only a single cub, a male cub, and nothing more.

But, once again, the moon goddess was more than willing to change things, and sure enough, on this night of great storm, another surprise awaited the Lycan race.

As the lunam finished snatching the last piece of meat in front of her, pain took over her body and her howl of surprise triggered the contractions in her belly. The genuine alpha felt his heart beat faster and helped his mate back to bed, then howled loudly so everyone would know his heir was finally coming into the world.

The rain outside grew stronger and stronger. Inside the great den of the genuine ones the grunts of pain frightened everyone. The big female wolf's unsteady breath, her head down, the blood coming out of her center – it was all too intense for Kathe. The genuine alpha felt everything, all the anguish that his mate was feeling, part of the pain. He paced back and forth. Suddenly the den seemed to have gotten too small for his big red-eyed black wolf.

Hoping to at least try to alleviate even a little of his mate's pain, he jumped into bed, ignored her growl of disapproval, and approaching with confident strides, he began to lick the place through which his cub would pass. The female relaxed a little. Her male was reassuring her, but even so her heart wouldn't calm down. Her body trembled; it was too difficult for her to have the strength to remain awake.

At exactly one in the morning, the genuine couple had their eyes wide with surprise.

"But how is this possible?" They wondered as they watched the blood-stained cubs on the bed.

The genuine alpha approached to look at them more closely. There were two cubs. Touching his large snout on the black one, he noticed that it was dead, its tiny hairy body getting colder and colder. Swallowing dry, he touched his snout on the other cub and this one was white with several red spots on its fur. Carefully, he turned the cub until its belly was up, and the fright he felt with what he saw made him take a few steps back, almost falling from the bed.

That couldn't be happening. It shouldn't be happening. After a second, he looked again at the dead cub, turning its belly up until its manhood was in sight.

Thunder cut through the sky and lit up the whole room, making the genuine alpha even more frightened. He growled in fury. Soon the genuine lunam understood what had happened. Although she was weak, without strength to even raise her head, she understood what had happened.

And she cursed her cub. Not just her, but everyone else, once they knew what happened, they'd curse the killer too.

Growling, the genuine alpha left the den, returning to his human form and without caring about his nudity, went to the boardroom. He was trying to control himself so as not to break everything around him. His hands closed in fists.

"Bring me the beta," he cried to the omega who was cleaning and filling the jars of water.

Without saying a word, only with a silent reverence, he did what was commanded of him. In less than five minutes, the genuine beta appeared in the boardroom.

"Genuine alpha," the beta bowed his head in a show of respect as he entered the room and took one of the chairs for himself.

"She... She killed my heir, Lacios!" The alpha punched the table and the shrill sound filled the whole room. "What do I do now? My mate will never be pregnant again! Damn her!" He angrily threw the chair on the wall, breaking it.

"I don't understand, Kratos. If the cub died, her womb wouldn't be able to carry another one?" Lacios, the genuine beta, used the logic of lycanthropic reproduction in the attempt to calm the spirits of his genuine alpha.

"Yes," Kratos replied with a red face, "If two had not been born, and if one of them had not been alive!"

He controlled himself not to scream. As he no longer had an heir to protect, he didn't find it in himself the obligation to remain in his lycan form.

"Two," said the beta, still perplexed by what he had just heard. "Two..."

"Are you fucking deaf? Don't keep repeating what I say!" cried Kratos, furious.

"Sorry," Lacios said, trying to think rationally. "The cub that survived..."

"It's a fucking female!" Kratos answered without waiting for Lacios to ask the question.

"It cannot be possible," his eyes widened.

The wind whistled hard from the outside and another thunder cut through the sky.

"It's all that woman's fault!"

"Whose fault?"

"The goddess! Damn her!" "Kratos screamed, walking back and forth around the room.

"I thought she was just a legend."

"No, she's real!"

Kratos remembered exactly the day the goddess promised she would end the lineage of lycanthropes. And that made him even more enraged.

Kratos' thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking at the door. By the smell he already knew it was an omega.

"It's better to be something very important, you fucking omega, because if it's not, you can already prepare yourself to have your head shredded!" He cried out to his omega brother as soon as he opened the door.

"News of the Spring pack has arrived."

"And what the fuck do I have to do with this..."

"The velut luna was killed for treason after she birthed a human cub, and a luna cimex rebelled against her pack to defend the velut and the child. They were both killed, but no one found the child"

"When did this happen?" Lacios asked.

"About three hours ago. Their genuine alpha is now burning in fever because of his mate's death."

"Another problem. One more," Kratos took a deep breath.

If the genuine alpha is to die without having an heir, he has an obligation to ensure the rise of a beta as the new alpha through the disputes.

"Send our best healers there. I don't want to have to take the reins of another pack."

Upon giving his order, Kratos sat exhausted in a chair.

"Now you can go," he commanded and closed his eyes.

"Genuine," Lacios draws Kratos' attention back to him. "Since you don't have an heir, I think it's better to organize a tournament among the alphas to mate with your cub. So the lineage will not perish." Lacios thought fast.

"You are right. Since a female was born, even though that should be impossible, surely she has none intended. She must be able to carry cubs from anyone," the genuine smiled. "I'll select the strongest alphas to face each other and thus earn the right to grant me an heir!"

For him, that was the perfect plan and the goddess would not triumph.

A pity that her creations would never be greater than their creator.

Kratos just didn't understand that.

Yet.

WHY DOES HE HAVE TWO?

Sixty moons later…

Another winter left the fluffy ground with a thick white blanket of snow, the flakes falling from the clouds shone as the faint rays of the sunset bathed the frozen soil.

"For how long are you going to be here?" Margaret questioned sitting in bed with her book in her hand.

"Why do I have two?" He answered her question with another one without taking his eyes off the falling and melting flakes touching the ground.

"Two what, boy?" She turned another page of her book.

"Two names, I don't understand," he leaned over the window. That has been bothering him and not knowing the answer made him angry.

"Ask who gave it to you. Now let me finish reading my book, I'm in the best part!"

"Another thing I don't understand– why do you like reading these books? They don't even have stickers!"

"They don't need to have stickers, just the good old imagination, which by the way you don't have, "Margaret smiles and turns another page of her romance novel between angels.

"Margaret, Occisor, come eat!" Mary screamed from the kitchen.

Margaret sighed and marked her book, leaving it on the bed. Occisor followed behind his older sister.

Margaret was now a twenty-year-old girl, her long red hair grew down below her buttocks, her eyes were large, a brown like honey and her small mouth adorns her thin and delicate face. But, as they say, anyone who sees face doesn't see the heart, and in Margaret's case, no one saw her fists and her thirst for blood.

Occisor, despite being only five years old, his body appears to be ten years old. His hair was back as the night, his eyes equally black, though again, his understanding grew according to his body and not his age, which was counted in the human form.

Taking care of Occisor as a puppy was not easy; Mary thought that he really was the result of a betrayal and was just a human cub, but soon noticed that she was wrong. She doesn't know why he was born in human form, but now she knows he really is the son of an alpha.

"Was he destined to be an alpha, just as his father was?" Mary wondered when she noticed the cub's strength when he was little. There was no way of knowing; the child to that day never showed his lupino side.

"It smells good!" Occisor said.

"Only you like to eat this thing" Margarets sat in her chair.

The feeding of the three members of the Van Helsing family was totally different. Margaret ate human food; rice, beans, salad, and vegetables. Mary only drank blood collected by the government and Occisor ate almost but not quite raw meat from animals, another proof that he was not a human.

"Mary" Occisor called when he finished his meal.

"Yes."

"Why do I have two names?

Margaret even stopped eating to pay attention to Mary's response. She never told anyone the truth behind the little one's story.

Mary took a deep breath. She knew that he was growing up too fast, and that sooner or later, she would have to have a serious conversation with him about his true past.

"At birth, your mother told me to call you Rudolf, the mighty wolf. To me, that name didn't seem appropriate for you, but out of respect for her I followed her wish. However, I also gave you the name of Occisor. It suits you." Mary said and drank her last sip of blood.

"What does Occisor mean?" he asked even more confused.

"Killer," Margaret answered and finished eating her potato.

"Why would a name that means that suit me?"

"I feel like we'll find out soon," Mary said and stood up from the table, starting to collect the dishes ."The sun has set, better go to sleep," She said and kissed Occisor on the forehead.

"Have a good night," the little one left the kitchen, leaving only Margaret and Mary in the room.

"It's your time to go to bed, too."

"When will you turn me?"

Mary rolled her eyes. Three years ago Margaret decided she wanted to be transformed and since then she asks Mary every single day about it. She wants to be powerful. In her vengeful mind, she needs this strength, if not, she can never avenge her parents and all the humans who died on the hands and for the pleasure of the Lycanthrope monsters.

"Don't make that face, you promised! I've been waiting ten years for this!"

"You still have a lot to enjoy in this life. Meet other people, a guy..."

"I don't want to meet anyone!" she said and crossed her arms over her breasts.

"You love reading novels, don't you want to live one?" Mary wipes her hands on a cloth.

"After we're done with these monsters, maybe."

"And how are you going to live a romance being a corpse? You know we live in this area because the sun can kill me! Do you want to live like this? Stuck in the darkness?"

"If that's the price to pay, yes!" Margaret said.

Mary sighed. For years she has been trying to get this idea out of the young woman's mind, but it seems to be impossible. She's impossible.

Living forever in the darkness, being held hostage of the night, it wasn't a pleasant thing.

But Mary– she's not a pureblood vampire. She was transformed after her father, Julios Van Helsing, sold her to the blood-suckers. Her buyer wanted her to use her as a sex toy, but her human body couldn't take it, so he turned her and forced her to live in the darkness.

"You don't know what you're saying, child!

Mary turned her back, leaving the kitchen.

"I'm not a child!" Margaret cried, and Mary covered her ears. She couldn't talk about that again.

With short steps, Mary walked to Occisor and Margaret's room, opened the door and saw that Occisor was sitting by the window.

"Can't sleep?" she asked, entering the room.

"I'm still thinking. What really happened to my mother?"

"She is now in heaven, my dear, and she asked me to take care of you," she said and embraced him from behind.

"If I... If I hadn't been born, she'd still be alive... I'm a monster, a..."

Mary interrupted him by turning him sharply in front of her.

"Don't say that. Don't ignore everything your mother has done to ensure your survival! She believed the goddess of the moon had a purpose for you!" she said firmly and wiped away the tears that flowed from his eyes to the face of the small and innocent Occisor.

"Who is the goddess?"

"The creator of your kin."

"And what is my kin?"

Mary didn't know what to say. l besides the truth.

"Let's sit down, I think it's time to tell you your true story."

The little boy felt a mixture of euphoria and fear. If she hid the truth until then was it because it was painful? What did Mary keep from him for so long? The question was the only thing on his mind.

He was about to find out.

TEARS OF HATE

At the very moment Mary opened her mouth to begin telling the truth to the young man sitting beside her on the bed, a frosty, strong wind blew opening the wooden windows of the small room in a loud titof, scaring Occisor. Mary rose silently and closed the windows.

Once again she took a deep breath. Though many saw her as a cold, heartless being – as she didn't really have a heart – she cared too much for both Occisor and Margaret. They were her family, and for them she was capable of anything.

"Do you know what a velut luna is?" Mary asked.

"Yes, I read in one of Margaret's books that the female with that title is the companion of the alpha male." he said. He was so smart.

"So you know a lot about the lycanthropes, don't you?" She finally walked again, returning to bed and sitting next to the boy.

"Not much. Margaret said that wasn't a book for my age, I disagreed, but she wouldn't let me read anything else. She's so boring!" He shouted and Mary held the urge to laugh with the little one's sullen face.

"I understand. Have you ever wondered why you like to eat only and almost raw meat?"

"I know why, it's because they're delicious! What I don't understand is why neither you nor Margaret like them." Mary laughed. "Look how strong I am!" he stuffed his chest and crossed his arms, yet in less than three seconds his arms fell, one on each side of his body. "But... What does that have to do with my mother?"

Mary again took a deep breath, and Occisor didn't fail to observe this. Outside the room, Margaret had her ear placed in the door. She also wanted to know the truth about Occisor; all she knew when he arrived was that his mother and aunt had been murdered by the cruel wolves and that Mary saved him from having the same fate.

"She was a velut luna," Mary said bluntly and observed the boy's reaction. Nothing. He didn't say a word, so she continued. "What I'm going to tell you now is not a beautiful story. Are you ready to hear it, or would you rather wait a little longer?"

"I'm ready," he said firmly, but she saw his eyes tremble.

"All right. Five years ago, in a harsh winter, the moon shone brightly in the sky and the velut luna gave birth to a cub. The werewolves, when they generate their proles, they...

They stay in their lupine forms until the cubs reach six months of life, and the cubs only show signs of humanity after those six months," Occisor interrupted Mary and completed her sentence, already losing some of his patience.

"Yes, you already knew that. However, when you were born..."

She stopped for a few moments to look at him. The boy's prying eyes were cloudy.

Does he already know what happened? Mary wondered as she watched him..

"Childbirth forced your mother back into her human form and then you were born, as if you were a baby with only human blood, with no Lycanthropic characteristic.

"Why?" he whispered, but Mary ignored the question.

"Your mother was accused of treason and involvement with the witches to hide the smell of the man with whom they believed she betrayed her mate. The execution took place the same night, but she fought and fled, her sister, your aunt, helped her escape. Your mother and your aunt believed that the goddess had chosen them for some purpose. A luna cimex rebelled against her whole pack and paid the price with her own life. Unfortunately your mother was badly injured and couldn't run anymore. Unable to continue protecting you, she entrusted you to me. The wolves found her and killed her and they hunted for you.

"What... What was my mother's name and my aunt's?" he asked with his eyes closed. He didn't want to cry, not in front of a woman.

"Emerald, that was your mother's name and your aunt was called Ruby."

"How… What were they like?"

Occisor had his eyes closed tightly, the tears wanted to come out at any cost.

"Your mother had long black hair and green eyes. Ruby had reddish brown hair and amber eyes. The two were extremely beautiful, strong and...

"No, they were not!" Margaret finally appeared and opened the door in a bang. "Never will that cursed race be beautiful!" They're all horrible! Cruel! Miserable! They're..."

"Shut your mouth!" Occisor shouted. The burning in his eyes grew even stronger.

"Are you gonna cry? Those bastards left your aunt with an unrecognizable body, trampled her until there was nothing left of her and your mother had her head cut off! They did that to their own kin and they just didn't do the same to you because...

"I said shut up!" This time he released a growl that made Margaret's eyes widen.

"You've got to be kidding me. I don't believe it, Mary!" A tear came down from Margaret's lonely eyes.

"Margaret, listen..."

Margaret didn't listen, she turned her back and ran down the hall. Mary looked at Occisor and decided to let him ingest the whole story, alone. Now she needed to find Margaret.

With her supernatural speed, Mary caught up with her in seconds and turned her around. Seeing the tears in her eyes made Mary sad, she didn't want to see them there. She lied to Margaret saying that Occisor was simply a human baby. But I always knew that sooner or later the day would come that she was going to have to tell the truth and it wouldn't be easy. And it wasn't. Carefully, she lifted her thumb to the young woman's cheeks and wiped away her tears.

"Why did you do that? Why did you lie? He's one of them."

"No, Margaret, Occisor is one of us. He, like you, is a Van Helsing. You're both my children!"

Mary hugged the young woman who cried as if there was no tomorrow. After sniffling a lot, she let go of her guardian's arms.

"What if... If he ends up like those monsters? If he..."

"I'll never be like any of them! I'm gonna kill those monsters! I'll hunt them down one by one, I reject them, just as they did to me, I will do much worse to them!" Occisor uttered every word with his fists clenched and trembling by his side.

Margaret startled, she hadn't noticed the little one's presence. She stared at him hesitantly, but soon any doubt was extinguished from her mind. From Occisor's eyes, tears kept falling, but the firmness in his gaze, the hatred he felt for those who killed his mother was transparent.

"I'm in!"