Hi everyone! The author here! This story is actually a part of a complete rewrite of the very first story I ever wrote and published! Looking back, I wasn't happy with its quality compared to what I do now, so it's time for a full rewrite in my eyes. 

I’m face down in the snow and ice, bleeding out, and listening to the whirring of helicopter blades above me, but they’re not here to take me to a hospital. I escaped from a laboratory they had me imprisoned in. They experimented on me, and I decided not to stick around to ask them about the results. My name is Alexandra Montoya Gomez, but you can call me Alex, and I’m werewolf. Although it would be more accurate to say that humans simply based the stories of werewolves on my people, the Taka.

I’m somewhere in the arctic circle, and the reason I’m bleeding isn’t due to their experiments. A bomb’s blast flung me into an ice-wall in some cave. Turns out these guys aren’t too happy about losing me, so they decided to carpet bomb this whole area. The Lookouts; that’s what they call themselves. They’re Taka, like me, only their nothing like me. Supposedly, they are supposed to be my people’s silent protectors, our secret army, but that’s not what they are. All the Lookouts care about is their own goals, and keeping the human race from finding out about us.

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You might be thinking I’m a terrorist, and that’s why they’re chasing me, but I’m not. Really, the reason they want me dead is due to this thing called, “The Alpha Prophecy.” It’s a prophecy of doom, and they think I’m the focal point of it. It says that I’m supposed to bring about the destruction of the Taka and our way of life. How crazy is that? Last year, I didn’t even know that Takas existed, or that I was one.

The whirring of the helicopter is getting closer, I guess that means it’s all going to be over soon. Dang, I can’t believe I’m going to die at seventeen; I really thought I would make it home. The helicopter lands in front of me, and I see the silver fur of the Taka responsible for this whole mess as he steps off. I can barely keep my eyes open anymore; that’s probably the blood loss and pain working against me. The snow and freezing wind are making me even colder; it’s like needles hitting me in the face.

The last thing I hear and see before passing out is that silver fur and scar covered monster glaring at me and laughing, “I told you abomination, I would track you to the ends of the Earth.”