Kaitlyn hated nights like this. Nights where there was a full moon; nights where she had to travel deep into the woods; nights where she had to writhe in pain while her bones broke and reconstructed and her skin would grow black and white fur; nights where she turned into a wolf.

Kaitlyn had known all her life what she was, but it wasn't until she was sixteen that the transformations started. At first, she sought the help of her mentor Natalya. Of course Natalya would never understand the pain that Kaitlyn had to endure going through the transformation, but being that Natalya was her fellow creature of myth, she was the only one who could help. Natalya was a siren, both beautiful and dangerous. She would help Kaitlyn by taking away her pain during her transformations. Since Kaitlyn was born Natalya has watched over her and raised her in the Realm of Sirens. Normally, werewolves would never be allowed in Siren society, but Kaitlyn was not your typical werewolf, she was a hybrid, half werewolf, half siren. For the first 21 years of her life, Kaitlyn stayed with the siren clan, but then she decided to live among the humans, much to the displeasure of her fellow sirens. Nevertheless, they allowed her to live among the humans without animosity, so for the past three years she lived on her own in human society. She got her own place and had even got a job as a bartender. She enjoyed living among humans, they were entertaining creatures, so blissfully unaware of the existence of the mythical world and the very real dangers it presented to them. That's why Kaitlyn had chosen to leave that world behind in the first place. Between the wars between the species and violence within species, she was ready to live in peace within human society, and she hoped every day that the mythical world would never find her.

However, despite her feelings, Kaitlyn could never escape what she was and she had to hide it from the humans at all costs. Which is why, during the full moon, she would seek refuge in the forests outside of her little town.

Kaitlyn POV

No matter how many times I go into these woods, they always freak me out. The tall trees hid the moon from my sight, although its light still managed to trickle down to the woods' floor. I sighed heavily looking up and holding myself with my backpack on my back as I walked deeper into the woods. Finally, I reached the place I wanted to be. It was a small brook surrounded by tall trees with very little leaves. I lay my backpack next to the brook. It was here that I had a perfect view of the bright full moon. I looked up at it. I was mesmerized by its beauty, and yet I hated it because of what it did to me. My thoughts were cut short when a sudden pain struck through my whole body. It was happening: the transformation. The pain spread up my spine as I felt my bones break and reform. I fucking hate being a werewolf.

Dean Ambrose

Humans are an interesting bunch. I know of no other creature that would wage war so needlessly and yet find enough time to slowly kill themselves on an individual level. Then again, with their short lifespans, I really couldn't expect anything else from such lowly creatures. Not to mention that they live their lives so unaware of the supernatural: of the powers that be that protected their sorry asses from other supernatural beings that feed off them. That's where my brothers and I come in. We're the wolf pack in charge of this dinky little town. Why the responsibility falls on us to protect the stupid humans is beyond me, but we don't question our job. We just do it.

"Dean," I turned around to find my brother Roman sniffing around; his eyes turning gold as he picked up a promising scent.

"Got something Roman," I asked.

"Yeah, something strong."

"Vampires," Seth said. Seth is our youngest brother. He took a deep breath and continued to speak. "It's them guys. I know it's them. I'd know that miserable stink anywhere." I took in a deep breath and picked up the scent.

"Why these dumbass vampires insist on attacking during full moons I'll never know." The three of us then transition from our human forms to our wolf forms. Staying connected telepathically, I look at my brothers and say, "Let's do what we do best."

Seth Rollins

It didn't take long to find those three lowlife vampires. My brothers and I have had run-ins with them for years, but they weren't the only vampires who didn't respect the treaty made between our species. Vampires were only allowed to feed on humans in areas that were not under the protection of werewolves, but even though we did give them the freedom to feed on humans, some of them insist on being hard headed. They want to challenge our strength; it's never about the humans. We found them at a campsite in the woods. As we looked down, some humans were sitting around a fire. It didn't look like the humans were doing much, but in the trees, I could see them, the three blood-suckers: Brock, Curtis and Dolph. The three of them don't offer much in strength, they are baby vamps at the most the oldest is 400, but what they lack in age they make up for in cunning.

"Seth," I hear one of my brothers talking, it's Roman. "All of us need to stay alert. All three of them are starving; all I can smell their need for food."

"Then we better be sure to end this quickly," Dean replied.

"We need to get those humans away from the blood-suckers," I pointed out. "If they are there when a fight breaks out we'll have to erase their memory at best."

"We need a distraction. Something that scares off the campers but doesn't let the vamps know we're here." As Roman finished his thought we all heard a loud howl coming from the north. It was definitely a werewolf's howl. I look back down at the camp site and the campers are quickly packing up their things. Good at least they won't be in the way.

"Guys, the vamps are moving we need to get in there now!" Dean warns us as the vamps descend upon the humans. We move into action and race down to the site, but we're not fast enough. Brock grabs hold of one of the campers and bites into his neck, but just as fast he is ripped off the camper when a fellow wolf bites into him, forcing Brock to let go of the human as he was tossed into a tree. The camper runs away, following his human companions as the unknown wolf stands in between the blood suckers and the humans and suddenly lunges at the vamps. It's a 3-on-1 when my brothers and I arrive. The unknown wolf is holding its own but quickly succumbs to the savage beating of the blood suckers. Roman is the first to attack. He latches onto Curtis and throws him against a tree; brutally biting and sinking his claws into him and Curtis tries desperately to dodge the attacks.

The second I get there I take on Dolph and tackle him into a nearby boulder, smashing it instantly. Dolph tries to recover from the force of the impact, but I don't let him get up. I lunge at him aiming to bite his shoulder, but he moves and instead his arm is caught in the clutches of my canines. I start tossing him around like a rag doll, hitting him against every possible thing in my site. It's my hope that his arm just rips clean out of his socket, but that's obviously something that Dolph would not let happen. He used whatever strength he had left and kicked me straight in my nose. I immediately let go of his arm. It fucking hurts, and I know I'll have a broken nose once I go back to my human form. I go back to attack Dolph, but he's already running away with Curtis and Brock not far behind. I watch them go to make sure that they do not intend to return to the camp site.

"Who's the new wolf in town?" I heard Dean ask. He and Roman were tending to new wolf that had attacked Brock. I got a closer look and realized it was a female. She was also a pup. From her scent, I would guess that she was maybe 24 in human years.

"Well she's definitely a pup," I started. "I'm surprised she was able to get Brock off of that human so easily." The shewolf lie on the dirt floor unconscious. Understandably so, although those vamps weren't old, they could still do significant damage to a werewolf, especially in a 3-on-1 against a pup. Roman steps toward her and sniffs her a couple of times. Dean and I wait on his assessment. "Well?" Dean asks.

"You guys don't smell that? She's not a normal wolf," Roman tells us as he steps back and allows us to also smell her. Her scent was strange. She didn't just smell like a shewolf. She smelt of something else, something supernatural.

"She's definitely a half-breed," Dean concluded, "but she's certainly not half human, I'll tell you that much. I think we should take her to the packmaster."

"Not yet," Roman replied. "Let's wake her up and get answers. Then we take her to the packmaster."

"What kind of answers are we looking for?" I asked.

"Like, who the fuck this girl is and which pack she belongs to, and why the hell would she go after vamps by herself?" Roman stopped talking as the shewolf woke up and got on her feet.

Kaitlyn POV

I woke up in a total daze. I struggled to get on my feet as I tried to remember exactly what happened. I lifted my head to realize that I was surrounded by three huge wolves. I panicked; I was definitely outnumbered and afraid. How the hell did I get in this mess?

"You really don't remember?" I heard a voice say. I looked around, really confused. "Hey don't look around, pup! Look at me when I'm talking to you." I realized that it was one of the wolves that I was hearing. The wolf with dark brown hair to be exact, he stood in middle of a jet black wolf and a brown and white wolf, but how was he talking to me in the first place?

"Because we're wolves, stupid!" The brown wolf spoke again, replying to the question that I had thought. How was it that he could read my thoughts?

"Okay," the black wolf started talking now. "So that answers some of our questions right there. The pup doesn't have a pack or else she would know how wolves communicate, and yes pup we can read your thoughts: loud and clear." So much for finding my way out of this.

"There's no need to find your way out," the brown and white one said. "You're among friends. My name is Seth. These are my brothers, Roman, the black wolf, and Dean the brown wolf as you're calling them."

"Um, sorry," I thought hoping that they could hear me. "I've never spoke with wolves before."

"That's pretty obvious from your clueless nature, you dumb pup," Dean barked at me.

"You can stop calling me stupid," I barked back at him. "I may not know a lot about being a werewolf, but when you grow up with a bunch of sirens, who are you supposed to learn from, huh?"

"Sirens?" Roman asked. "You grew up with Sirens?"

"Yes," I answered hesitantly. The three wolves looked at me cautiously and started to circle around me.

"Werewolves are allowed nowhere near the realm of the Sirens," Roman continued.

"Sirens and werewolves have been enemies since our birth. They enslaved us, and then cursed us," Seth added.

"Every supernatural being knows the unsavory history between Sirens and Werewolves," Dean said. "So tell us, pup, how is it that you were able to, not only enter the Realm of Sirens, but also grow up in the Realm of Sirens?"

There was no hiding the truth from them. Even if I had tried to lie, they could read my thoughts, so I told them the truth, "My mother was a Siren." Dean lunged at me, tackling me to the ground. I was rattled, but okay. He lunged at me again and my instincts took over. I attacked him with every ounce of power I had in me. I clawed at his face, snarling at him as we went at one another. "STOP!" Roman's booming voice echoed in my head as Dean immediately stopped his attack, with me pinned underneath him. "Let her go Dean."

"Why should I?" Dean yelled at Roman. "This half-breed is an abomination to both of her kinds! Why should we allow her to live?"

"Because we would cause a problem with the Realm of Sirens if we do!" Roman exclaimed at him. I could definitely tell that Roman was the oldest of the brothers. Dean looked back at me with a low growl and let me get up.

"For what it's worth," I started. "I don't anything about the history between Sirens and Werewolves, and I no longer live in the Realm of Sirens. I live among the humans now."

"Why would you want to live among humans?" Seth asked.

"Because I'm tired of the crap that comes with the supernatural! This is my first interaction with other supernatural beings since I left the Realm of Sirens three years ago, and let me tell you," I got in Dean's face and spoke slowly, "it has not been a pleasant experience." I could tell Dean was fuming and holding himself back from attacking me again.

"We just got off on the wrong foot," Seth told me. I looked at him.

"Could we have ever gotten started on the right foot?" The three of them glared at me, although Dean seemed angrier than Roman or Seth. "Listen guys. Whatever problems werewolves have with Sirens is your problem and theirs, but leave me out of it. I've been living peacefully with the humans for too long to want to give up my life. So if you don't mind, I'll be going." With that I turned around and ran in the direction of my spot, hoping, for my own sake, that they weren't following.

Roman POV

We watched her run off. So the pup was half Siren, huh? That could be very useful one day. I turned to Dean, his actions definitely needed to be addressed. "Attack a fellow wolf why don't you?"

"I'd hardly call her a fellow wolf," Dean replied as he stared at the ground, pacing back and forth.

"I would. She's a pup Dean. She doesn't know anything about being a wolf and we should teach her. Being a siren is easier because you will your transformations from a young age, but being a wolf? You can't control your transformations until… obstacles are overcome. Even then, they'll be controlled by emotions at first."

"So what do you suggest we do then, Seth? Huh?! Follow her and offer to help her? Help a half-siren? Forget completely about what Sirens have done to our kind since the beginning?!"

"She said, herself, that she doesn't know about that history, we can't hold her accountable for that," I told Dean. "You're being irrational Dean. Think of the benefits of having a half-breed in the pack. We need to watch her and convince her to join the pack."

"Benefits? What benefits could possibly come from have an abomination like her join our pack?"

"Sirens are the biggest threat to our existence. If we bridge the gap between our species then all wolves would have nothing to fear. Can you imagine a world where wolves are the top of the food chain?"

"Roman makes a good point, Dean," Seth chimed in. "We should follow her and watch over her. We could earn her trust, become her mentors and then when the time is right, we initiate her into the pack."

Dean took a deep breath. "Fine, but if she refuses our offer then we have her lead us to the Realm of Sirens and kill everything in sight."

"That sounds fair," Seth stated.

"Then let's go." With that we took off into the woods after the hybrid wolf. This situation could only end well for us.

So this is my first fanfiction, so I'm excited but nervous at the same time! Definitely let me know what you think, and if I should even continue. I'm open to suggestions and constructive criticism so definitely review!