Chapter 2: Ophira (Moon Guild)

I step inside the guild, shivering from the cold blast of air that greets me. It smelled of musky odor. A very strong musky odor that is. Werewolf.

      The walls of the Moon Guild are decorated with pictures in wooden frames of previous members, glass cases of medals or rewards, and some really freaky mounted monster heads. However, this is my home, my life.

      Some greet me as I walk through, looking for Silvaus.

      "Aye! There she is. The speedy gal!"

      "Hey, Phira!

      I give them a weary smile and shake hands with a few. Then I spot him, sitting on a corner with a few of his friends. The man himself, barely holding his liquor.

      "Silvaus!" I shout "What on earth are you doing?! You have a job to do."

      He peeks up and I told my arms with a glare. The middle aged werewolf scratches his beard and sighs.

      "I know...you act like its the end of the world. It's my off day. You can handle it." He quietly chuckles as I step closer.

      I smile and roll my eyes, "Of course you would take this day to do this. Remember your probably losing brain cells" I tease. He rolls his eyes back and a sudden blast of cold air hits the back of my neck. The guild grows quiet.

      I turn around to met a very unexpected and unfamiliar figure standing near the entrance.

      His eyes were amber it looked like and he had long brown hair that reached the halfway point of his back. He was like some nameless god that had been reincarnated into a human of some sort. However, I looked closer and soon saw the paleness of his face. It wasn't sickly, rather apart of him. He was born this way and that only meant on thing. He was a vampire.

      The man quickly glances around the guild and rushes out in a nervous hurry. Just before he did, he had met my curious gaze.