Prologue
Inside an underground facility, an elderly man in his late 50’s was walking around, keeping a close eye on the other workers there. As he rounded a corner, another man appeared. The latter was slightly younger in his mid-40. With a deep sigh, the older asks, “What is it?”
“The Hale-McCall Pack has managed to take back their territory. They have also managed to take over our facility in California. All of our hard work and experiments would soon be revealed to all of the supernatural community, hunters and werewolf packs alike.”
Despite the younger man’s distress, the older did not seem all to worry. In fact he chuckled in amusement. “Don’t worry your pretty head Harris. We are almost done with the preparation anyways. In a matter of days, we will be harnessing the most powerful weapon known to the supernatural community.”
“But Gerard, what about-” Harris was cut off by the elder.
“But nothing, Adrian! If those low-life wolves come for us, we have other facilities that we can send our information to. But now we have to continue out work here before they discover of our plan.” As Gerard was talking he walk up to what appeared to be a tree trunk connected by a series of wires which led to computers. On each computer screen shows data that seem to surpass that of modern day information. “Look at this masterpiece, Adrian. Once we harness it’s power – it’s magic – we can finally decimate those mutts as well as any other creature that stands in our way.”
“What if the Hale-McCall Pack comes through?” asks Harris. “What if they manage to destroy all of our hard work? What if they find about the volunteers?”
“Don’t worry about the volunteers,” Gerard said while waving his hand in a dismissive way. “They are buried so far into the ground, not even their ghosts can find them. No, nobody will ever find them.”
“And the survivors?” Harris asks intrigued.
“Well take a look for yourself.” Gerard waves for a guard to open some blinds before two rooms came into view with a glass wall showcasing two young teenagers.
In the first room was a girl, barely sixteen with long brown hair. She looks as if she was in distress before she blurred out and appeared on the other side of her cell. She kept on speeding from one side to a corner and then back, trying to find ways to escape. In the cell next to her showed a boy about the same age with shaggy brown hair. He, like the girl, was dressed in grey sweats, but he was sitting on the ground. Unlike his neighbor he was more focus onto the little blocks littered around him. Both his eyes and hands were glowing a mysterious red smoky aura. The effect of the aura though was the floating blocks. He must have felt them watching him when he smacks his hands together, causing the three blocks in the air to crush together before dropping everything.
As they watch these phenomenons happen, Gerard explains to the younger, “This is what we’re working towards. These kids are the first step in eradicating those mutts.”
“But how?” Harris asks while trying to wrap his head around the situation.
“Imbued with the powerful Nemeton, we have finally created a new generation of hunters.”