I roll my eyes for like the millionth time, bored out of my mind.

'Can't any pack just fight their own fucking battles for once?' I ask my beta, annoyed.

He just grunts. 'So what the hell does Jackson want now?' My Beta Max asks.

'His mate got taken by some retard who thinks she is his mate' I reply.

Max nods his head.

'I will never know what the hell is the big deal about this "mate" nonsense' I say.

'Hopefully some day you do, You spend too much time by yourself lately' Max says with a serious look.

Again I roll my eyes. 'Does it look like I want a damn mate? Besides, I don't even know if I have one, I'm half lycan, remember? Last I checked lycans don't get mates' I say with a sad face.

'Yeah but you are also half werewolf, Werewolves have mates' Max argues back.

'I'm not arguing about this shit again Max, If I find my mate then great if not then oh well, I'm not gonna cry about it.' I state matter of factly.

Max goes to say something but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

'Max if you say some stupid ass shit I swear I'm going to have you run laps around this entire state' I say seriously.

Max grins from ear to ear.

'Go get the pack ready to move, I have reason to believe there are vampires a few miles from here that are begging to die...again' I say.

Max nods, leaving me to myself.

I hate it when people fuss over me. When I was small, families would come up to me and tell me how sorry they were that my family was killed. I would just stare at them thinking, what the hell makes you think I want you to apologize? It won't bring my family back so why bother. That's when people started backing away from me, they were all scared I was going to go on a killing spree. In part they were right, I was 10 years old when I killed one of the bastards that raped my sister. When I turned 15 I was already known worldwide as the "Grimm Reaper" I personally think people over exaggerated the way I killed the assholes who killed my family. OK that's a lie, they didn't exaggerate anything.

Looking around my tent I see the small iron box my sister gave to me before she died. I pick it up opening it to find my necklace that has a picture of my family. I quickly place the iron box inside my coat pocket and begin taking down my tent.

My pack, The Reaper Pack, are probably the only pack that doesn't have its own land. We are always on the move, and many packs out there hate us because they can't conquer us, since we don't stay in one place longer than 2 days. My pack has over 500 members, 523 to be exact. As far as I know we are the biggest pack out there, mostly because we keep to ourselves and don't start wars over mates.

As I put my bag on my shoulder Max walks up to me.

'Alpha, the pack is ready to move out' He reports.

I nod my head, 'Good work Max, let's get out of here, I want to be in the mountains by tomorrow' I say.

And with that we are off.

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Hey guys, this is the prologue to the book. Next chapter will be the the Official chapter one.