Do you ever wonder why, for some people, the sun never rises or sets? Or why certain people never get a drop of sound to their ears? Why it was those people, of everyone on the planet? Those people sit at home and think 'why me?' but there are others out there, like me, who would give anything to just be blind or deaf. Give anything to have a semblance of normalcy again. But there is no cure, no hiding from what we've become, no slinking away into the shadows. Because, unlike those who are blind or deaf, there is no way to even semi fix our problem.

And that is why we are supernatural, not because we seem like magic, but because, no matter if you are teased every day about something in your life that you can't change or you are slowly going mad, your problems are minor compared to ours.

There are others who don't agree with this, but I know it for the simple truth. There are those who don't have it as bad as others, others who are doomed to walk the world alone. I'm what you call… an Alpha-Omega.

My name is Luna Hunt, I am sixteen, and I am a natural born werewolf.

I sat, swinging my legs back and forth, as I read my book. It was interesting for me to see what people came up with and how much of it was close to the truth, so I read quite a lot. I was spending my last night of freedom in the woods nearby my new home in Beacon Hills. It was fun to be out here, and not in that creepy Satan worshipper kinda way, but in the way that my people stalked lands such as this for centuries.

I glanced up when there was a nearly undetectable crackle of foliage under foot. As I looked, growing ever so slightly worried, I saw glowing red eyes mere feet from where I sat on an old stump.

I stood up quickly and growled "I didn't know there was an Alpha in Beacon Hills, last I heard the pack died out."

I heard a quiet rumble from the shadows and the Alpha stepped out into the light. He was immensely tall, covered in near black short fur with a small snout; this was the kind of werewolf that the annoying legends came from.

"I didn't know that Omegas stay in one place for long," he growled.

I gave him a sharp, mocking bow and gave him my most teasing smile "Not quite, but close enough."

He made a choking/laughing sound and growled "Join my pack."

I rubbed my chin for a moment, pretending to consider it "Hmm… well… I will have to politely decline." I, quickly, dashed off into the trees and weaved my way through a path that made it even harder for his large frame to follow. I could hear him crashing through the plants, all the while growling profanities.

I chuckled and dived under a large rock just as he got close to me and I scrunched up my nose as his foul breath filled the little cave from sticking his nose in it.

"You'll have to come out of there sometime, little Beta," he growled.

"I am not a Beta," I growled and sliced my claws across his nose.

He jerked back in surprise that I had dared hurt an Alpha. He crossed his eyes to look at the wound, expecting it to heal, and, when it continued to drip blood, he gave me a confused look.

"What are you?" he growled a little softer than before.

"Your worst nightmare," I growled and flashed my odd eyes at him.

One second he was kneeling there, a look of recognition flashing over his face, and the next he was gone. I climbed out from under the rock as several thumps of flesh against flesh resounded around me. I looked up at the source of the sound and saw some man being held by his throat by the Alpha. He was wolfed out with glowing blue eyes that shone in the darkness.

I let out a roar and launched myself at the Alpha, successfully throwing him back a few feet. He landed with a small thump, on all fours, and took off into the night.

I turned away from the spot he had been standing in to look at the other werewolf, who was once again human, standing behind me.

"Thanks," I mumbled and started to walk away.

"Wait," he said and put his hand on my shoulder.

I growled, grabbed the hand that was resting on my shoulder, flipped him over my back, onto the ground, and vaulted over to straddle his chest, with my claws around his throat. I flinched and released him, but didn't get off his chest.

"What do you want?" I growled in his face.

He shifted slightly underneath me, as if he wasn't used to being taken down so easily "Just your name."

I examined him in greater detail for a moment. Black hair that stuck up in the front, green eyes that pierced into your soul, a faint shadow of facial hair, angular jaw, and I could feel his chest rippling underneath where my hands were resting on his chest. I leaned over and whispered in his ear "Luna."

He raised an eyebrow at me "Luna?"

I climbed off his chest and sat to the side, watching as he climbed to a tense sitting position "Absent mother, unimaginative father, guardian who wouldn't let me change it." I rolled my eyes and leaned back, away from him. "What's your name?"

He stared at me for a moment "Derek."

I rolled my body back and did a handstand before setting myself on my feet "Well, Derek, this has been fun, but I really must get home before Jason sends the army after me."

I walked off and ignored him as he followed me. I stopped to pick up the book I had dropped. I smiled softly when I heard him continue to follow me. I suddenly jumped up into a nearby tree and climbed to the top to stare at the moon. I knew he stopped at the base of the tree as I watched the moon come out from behind a group of clouds. It was nearly full and I could feel it's radiance wash over me. I felt my eyes change in response and I closed my eyes, afraid someone would see the weirdness of it. I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt up to hide my rapidly changing hair.

I jumped down from the tree, a good twenty feet without hurting myself, and turned to look at Derek as my eyes shifted back to normal.

I placed my finger on his chest "Are you following me?" I teased.

He ignored my question and glowered at me "What was that?"

I gave him an innocent expression "What was what?"

He gestured from the top of the tree to where I was standing "That."

I shrugged and turned to walk away "Healing is faster than most wolves."

He didn't say anything, just followed me all the way to my house.

It was an old Victorian style not quite mansion of a cream color. It was pretty in a disgusting way.

I paused to pull a key out of the gargoyle above the doorway's mouth and said, without looking back, "If you are going to follow me into my house, you might want to use my window."

I stepped into the house and smiled at Jason.

"How was your walk?" he rumbled, smiling.

"Great, but I'm really tired, I'm gonna crash early. Besides the full moon is coming up." I rolled my eyes.

He nodded and turned back to his meal. He picked up the full plate that was sitting next to him and held it out. I swept it out of his hand, grabbed a fork from the counter, and sped up the stairs.

I opened the window and plopped down on my bed, all the while shoving Jason's chicken stir fry into my mouth. I didn't look up when Derek climbed in the window.

"Why are you here?" he growled.

I sighed and set aside my dinner, I made Derek sit down beside me before I started "I am an Omega, of sorts. No connections to anyone like us." I glanced at the door. "Jason needed to come here to help the others."

"Others?"

I sighed, knowing what was coming next, "The other hunters."

Derek flinched slightly but didn't say anything.

"Jason is from a distant branch of the Argents. He is my legal guardian until I turn eighteen. It's been the two of us since I turned seven." I laid back on my bed. "He and my dad were good friends. Mom has never been in the picture, only met her three times." I paused, sadness sweeping over me, I quickly shook myself to rid myself of the emotion. "Anyway, my dad was supposed to leave me with Jason for a few days, but he was killed by a Beta while he was dealing with pack business." Anger ripped through me. "She didn't even show up for the funeral."

I looked up at Derek and saw shock and maybe a little fear in his eyes as he looked at me "What?"

He grabbed my arm and pulled me up till I was sitting and turned me to look at the mirror hanging from my closet door.

My wolf eyes stared back at me, the eyes of the moon wolf, the silver eyes of Artemis.