WARNING: This story is rated T for yaoi/shounen-ai. If you don't like guys making out, leave now. For those of you who fangirl over this like I do, please enjoy and review!

Lycanthrope

Prologue

Werewolves. Werecats. Creatures. Abominations. Demons. Cursed ones. All these words describe one being of the supernatural world: lycanthropes.

These creatures were shunned by humanity, killed for their furs or out of pure hatred. People feared that lycanthropes would bite their children or murder innocent people when the opposite was true, and after the hundreds of years of needless bloodshed and murders, the lycanthropes rebelled.

The lycanthropes had a sacred law: Never hurt a human unless the sole intent was to turn them. They heeded this law as if it were their own lives in danger because they felt their purpose was to protect humans from other unworldly creatures, such as vampires, pixies, and sirens.

The pack of hybrids led the revolt against the ones they loved to defend, but it's needless to say that the humans were prepared, and every lycanthrope was heartlessly slaughtered.

But one man―the Musician as they called him―found a wandering child with strange features: wolf ears, a cat tail, an ice blue eye, and a yellow eye with a slit for a pupil. The man took the small boy back to his home and raised him in secret, homeschooling and teaching him himself, until the child was fifteen. When the Musician told the boy of his past, the sole survivor of the lycanthropes attacked him.

It's unknown exactly what happened after that. Some believe that the man was turned while others assume he was killed. What the boy did after that is a mystery that baffles minds for those who believe such an event happened, and very few do.

The stories were long since forgotten, passed off as exactly what they were―stories. But it wasn't long before people began disappearing.

No one paid much attention to the occurrences as the people who vanished were loners with no family or friends to speak of, and the sheriff never really began investigations because it only happened once every two and a half years. Once in a blue moon. Literally. Every disappearance happened under a blue moon, or as the lycanthropes called it, the Wine Moon.

But enough of that. For now, I will leave you with young Allen Walker, a teenage boy about to be tossed into an ocean of confusion, magic, and…love?

Author Note: So it's just the prologue. The next chapter is up.