Rebeca's story

Rebeca's story
Eight years ago

I was feeling the cold winter wind, I loved being out in nature, it inspired me. For Italians, the wolf is much more than a mythical symbol, the twins Romulus and Remus had not only founded Rome, they were fed and raised by a she-wolf, a werewolf. And my mother and I descended from her, Lupa Capitolina. Although my mother lived in a small town in the countryside, I loved it when we went to Florence, the capital of Tuscany.
When I was eighteen, I believed that Italy was the origin of my race and that we were stronger and more intelligent by nature. I always liked fashion and luxury, unlike my mother who was sweet and loved simplicity and working in the fields, I wanted to see the world, do something important, meet the king, visit palaces... She said that I took after my father. I didn't even know who my father was.
One day, while we were walking around the capital, my mother received an invitation to a party in a women's clothing store. It would be held at a luxurious fashion house, and there would be a fashion show. Thinking of me, she accepted, and we provided suitable clothes and even jewelry. We had the money, but we didn't spend much, given my mother's simple lifestyle. For me, it would be a night of glamour; I felt like a princess, I was still a dreamy girl with a partner in love.
We arrived early and that world enchanted me. There were many supernatural beings, as well as werewolves, witches, fairies and vampires. My mother told me to be polite and to be careful around them. I was very popular among humans, and that's where my first invitation to be a model came from. My mother refused, but I kept the man's card.
She was tall like me, thin and had porcelain white skin, almond-shaped, golden brown eyes and a sweet smile. We were asked to dance by two human gentlemen. My mother had a better time than she had in a long time, but she still couldn't take her eyes off me. In the middle of the dance, another gentleman approached and I was passed to him. We stopped next to the champagne table, I took a glass and we left furtively.
When my mother realized, I was already with him on the dark balcony, we drank wine, laughed, he kissed me. He whispered sweet things in my ear and I was kind of hypnotized. Then, an older man in a black cloak approached, took a syringe from the cuff of his coat. The younger man held me and took some of my blood. I couldn't move, I didn't know if it was the effect of the alcohol, magic or hypnosis.
"Hurry up, wizard, her mother is coming," said the one holding me.
"Aren't you going to try the wolf's blood, Elton?" the other laughed. "I don't like dog blood, it's bitter to vampires."
I called Hera, my wolf, she didn't answer, I couldn't transform.
The old man disappeared. My mother arrived, saw me being attacked, transformed, but the youngest was a vampire and flew with her to the garden, attacked her and tore her apart in front of me. I was left speechless, still paralyzed. Other wolves approached, took care of me. They took me back to my pack. Soon after, my biological father, Alpha Arton, was informed of my mother's death and began to take care of me, in his own way. He wanted to reach the Council of Wolves, to have access to the royal family, he couldn't have a bastard daughter, out of wedlock. And that would also affect the memory of my adoptive father. It may seem silly, but I was proud of my adoptive father's surname. My mother had another partner before my biological father and everyone thought I was his. Ricardo, my adoptive father, knew that I had been the result of an affair my mother had, but he took me in because he loved her. Unfortunately, he died in an attack on our pack, when I was still a pup. I swore to the goddess of the Moon and to myself that I would grow up one day, I would find out who that vampire was who paralyzed me and killed my mother and a part of me that day in Florence.
I blamed myself for not having realized he was a vampire, for not being able to transform myself, I had to kill him one day, for my mother.
That was why I became a great investigator and spy, with a network of spy models, I obtained several strategic information for the king of the werewolves, Maximiano, who owed me the crown on his head and even his life, this generated favors that one day I would call in if I needed to. And finding out the names of all the vampires who were at that party in Florence had been one of them. Evandro Elton was the name I wanted, a lowly vampire who worked for witches in exchange for shelter and food. He was in trouble and had hidden in Russia. But I would find him.