halfbloodwolf

“You are born with two names tattoed on your body somewhere. One of your soulmate and one of the people that will eventually kill you. There is no way to tell who is who.” Everyone had two names and there was always a chance that you would never meet your soulmate. But everyone met their murderer, no matter what. Natural causes of death do not exist. If you died of an illness, the name belonged to the person who gave it to you. Die of old age, it’s the name of the doctor who pulled the plug. Suicide? Your own name. Sadly, most people died at the hands of murderers and abusive spouses. Why? Because you only had a 50-50 chanc

Dusk has set in. Darkening the world in a not quite nighttime gloom. She walks along the beach with waves gently crashing along the shore and the soft coos of birds settling in on their nests along the cliff face to her left. It's peaceful and she has time to be with her thoughts, a common occurrence for one with so much time. The smell of seawater and earth is cut sharply by a coppery scent. Blood. She moves faster along the beach. Human blood. She quickens her pace. A body half in the water becomes visible in the dark and she breaks into a run. She slows as she nears the unconscious body, cleary a large man, with waves crashing up to his