My first day back to school after winter vacation and I was completly tired. It was probably because I was out until 4'oclock this morning either running a rampage or eating whatever animal came my way. Strange for a normal seventeen-year-old but normal for a seventeen-year-old werewolf. My name is Luna Lockheart and I've lived in New Orleans my entire life. I've known I was a werewolf since I was five. The only people who know of my secret are my best friend Rhonda and my house keeper Ms. Cree.

   My family was one of the wealthiest in the city and I couldn't love anyone more than them. Both my parents were famous musicans, my father played the piano and my mother played the violin. My older brother and I were close and he was always over protective of me.

   Sadly my family are no longer here because they were all murdered. Imposible you say; it's not when the murders are vampires, our number one enemy.