Divine Hunter: White Wings of War

Chapter 1

Deandra Kacila, Divine Hunter, That’s my name, not pretty or sensible, like Sophiaite just stroight to the point, because that’s all I am, a hunter. You see the world isn’t the boring, organised peaceful place you thought it was, you know all those movies like underworld, about the vamp and werewolf wars, well what if I told you it wasn’t fiction, What if I told you everything you thought was true, is false, and those monsters in your closet your Mummy said weren’t there, what if I told you, they were. I’m a twenty five year old human, well sort of, half, I’m a mutt, my Mother, she was a werefalcon, and my Sire, just another blue collar cop, well, I walked in his shoes sort of, and no one get away, be it by human law or my Mother’s. All I know is, this is my story, and it’s a dark one.

“Detective Kacila, we got another Jumper, downtown now!” Chief Moonkit growled and if you can’t guess, his a werecat.                                                                                                                                                                       “Of course, Chief!” I replied mocking the old tomcat, he hissed angrily… he wouldn’t do anything… I was his best man.                                                                                                                                               “Whatever, Plonk! Just get there” he grumbled.                                                                                                                    “Where’s Iotua?” I asked curious, he shrugged and I looked away.                                                                                                                                   ”You’ll meet your new partner down there… his ‘a norm” the last part came with sympathy.                   “Great, does he know the truth?”  I asked, and when he shook his head, he sighed.                                             “Sorry K, but you’re the most experienced with the human society” he said and turned away, signalling the end of our conversation.