Author's Note
Again, my unending imagination has refused to leave me alone. If that wasn't enough, my muse got so annoyed of me ignoring her she started to throw rocks at my head -ducks from a flying rock- and as you can tell that hurts quite a lot -rubs bruises on head-. So due to the threat of officially becoming a retard due to too many hits on the head, I have decided to create a Supernatural story! -does a little happy dance- As with my obsession, this will be a werewolf fic. So, on with the story! Oh, PS, this is just a prologue, so sadly Sam and Dean are not directly in it. They will be making their debut in the next chapter. There is mention of the Winchesters in this prologue though. Enjoy!

Disclaimer
I will, as always, say this once and only once: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL SO DO NOT SUE ME! Although, if Santa would be really nice, he could stuff Dean and Sam into a box under my tree! Now that would be a Christmas to celebrate. -grin-

-Solstice of the Moon-
By: Final Spirit

Prologue

Everything led up to this. The final confrontation. This would be the deciding factor; who would live…and who would die.

They were all around us, closing in. I could feel their vile breath upon my face, suffocating me, but I didn't flinch. I couldn't afford the mistake. One slip up, and it would be the end for all of us. We were fighting a war, and in war, a mistake meant people were to die. I won't let anybody die. My brothers at my side, my two most loyal friends behind me; I wouldn't let any of them down. They were in this because of me, and I wouldn't let them die because of the stupid mess I'd got myself in.

The pack in front of us parted, and the alpha male stood before us; three hundred pounds of pure, primal power. I stared into his golden eyes, refusing to show any form of submission. No way would I back down, not at this point. We'd gone too far, been through too much to be scared away. These were the creatures that killed my parents. I'd found out about them, and they killed them to shut me up. Well, it wasn't going to work.

"You won't scare me away, so cut the macho bullshit you bitch," I spat, never faltering my gaze, "You can try and intimidate me but it won't work."

The alpha male recoiled slightly, taken back by my words; good, he'd gotten my point. This wasn't the time to sugarcoat things, they needed to be said plain and simple.

He seemed to contemplate my words for a moment, before signaling the others to back off slightly. As he closed his eyes, the sound of bones crunching began. He form, shaded by darkness, seemed to shrink away. He shape changed from it's human-like lupine form, to a human shape, still shrouded by darkness. As he stepped closer to us, out of the shadow, patches of fur still covered his nude form. His eyes remained golden and bestial, his teeth still sharp and feral, his razor claws poised in the event of an attack.

"I'm listening," he barked in a deep, hoarse voice.

"I want the ones that killed my parents. You give them to me, and no one will find out about you. You refuse…" I paused for a second, extending it's emphasis, "…and we kill all of you we can and those of us that survive will tell everyone about your secret."

He glared at me trying to contain the rage arising inside him from my threat. Then, he merely smiled, his feral teeth giving him a slightly psychotic look.

"You know you won't get away from us. Our numbers are far greater than yours. What makes you think six teenagers can destroy a power such as ourselves? Our race has endured centuries of persecution from your strongest hunters, but still we've survived. We'll not be taken down by some mere pups. Besides, in the unlikely event one of you do manage to escape, who do you think will believe you?"

The severity of my threat seemed to have worn away, his confidence in his words beaming. My mind raced for an answer to his retort, but none came. What he spoke of was true, but then another thought came to my mind. We had a trump card.

"You think we would have come into this alone? Without some kind of a back up plan? Ha, you must be delusional," she chuckled, allowing what little confidence she had to shine bright, "Others, stronger and better prepared to fight you, know where we are. If we don't come back in the next hour or give them a signal of our safety, they come in guns a'blazing."

I saw his features contort, as if slightly worried. My bluff had worked, he'd believed it. He looked at me hard, as if he were making the toughest decision of his life.

"I can't give you what you want," he said sternly, "But I can't let you go knowing what you'll do. Nobody was supposed to get hurt tonight, but you leave me with no choice. Know this, this is not what I hoped for this to come to."

I looked at him puzzled as he slowly backed away. What were the meaning of his words?

He looked past me with soft eyes, eyes that showed remorse for what he was about to do. "You know what has to be done," he stated, gazing not at me but behind me.

Realization hit me but before I had the chance to turn, I felt the cold hard steel of the pistol pressed to my temple. One word had hit me then and there; betrayal.

"I'm sorry I have to do this," my friend spoke softly, her voice quivering. I noticed that all the others are were all pointing their weapons at her, their eyes blazing with the heat of deception.

I was loosing control, my grip slowly slipping away. There was no hope, so to give up the present was the only option. I could see the way the alpha noticed the change in me. He reflected what he himself witnessed; I was broken.

"Why?" was the only thing I could choke out, my eyes slowly gathering tears, "Why?"

"He threatened to kill my family if I didn't cooperate with them. I'm sorry, but I'm not as stupid as you to go and piss them off. If it saves my parents, then I'll do whatever they say," she spat.

Then, it hit me. My parents were dead, my best friend had betrayed me, and now I was to be murdered by my best friend. I'd put up with this shit long enough, and if I was going to go down, I'd at least go down fighting.

"You know what you bitch?" I questioned rhetorically, my anger rising, "You can go and fuck yourself you backstabbing son of a bitch!"

I flung myself sideways as fast I could, feeling the bullet clip my ear. I hit the ground and rolled, snatching my revolver free from its holster. I heard bullets erupt from the others as they shot one of their own, her body crumpling to the floor.

In seconds they were on us, a flurry of fangs and fur. I ignored the constant pains from my ever increasing wounds, firing at many bullets as I could. I knew I would die tonight, no matter what I did. My only goal was to kill them all, I wouldn't let myself die until then.

I was tackled from behind and sent flying, my head colliding with the floor. I felt my blood flowing freely, pooling around my head. I watched, paralyzed, as those monsters tore my brothers apart. My friend had finished his rounds and was now freely using a machete, but there were to many. Tears were streaming down my blood soaked face, my mind slowly slipping.

I had made my mistake, and I had killed them. It was my fault. I wanted nothing more than to die with my kin, a heroic death.

As they finished with the others, they began to advance on me. The alpha, still semi-human, stepped forward and keeled to my ear, "I'm sorry it had to come to this."

Using the remainder of my strength, I lifted my head to his ear as much as I could. My breath shallow and erratic, I waited till it was strong enough to speak.

"M-my bluff wa-asn't…wasn't com-com…completely f-fake…there is…o-one c-coming…" I stammered, my eyes losing focus. He tried to pull away from me, but using my only moving arm, I pulled him back.

"S-say hello…dumbfuck…" I whispered, just as someone burst into the vacant hall with a hail fire of bullets, my arm still holding the struggling alpha close, "…t-to…to J-John Winchester…"