My name is Rachel Clancy. Forty-six years ago, life as humanity understood it ended. Armageddon. Well, thatís what we call it, anyway. What other term works as well to describe the day the Vampires and Werewolves slaughtered nearly all of humanity?
When Rachel Clancy turned sixteen, she inadvertently changed the lives of everyone around her. Now, six months later she has to figure out how to live with what has happened.
Sent back into the wildernessóthis time with a new loveóshe will find herself face-to-face with two people she never thought to see again: the boy she thought she loved and the man who wanted to destroy her since birth. If Rachel can learn what drives her forward, there may be a chance for everyone to start again. If she fails, all is lost.
My name is Rachel Clancy.
Forty-six years ago, life as humanity understood it ended. Armageddon. Well, thatís what we call it, anyway. What other term works as well to describe the day the Vampires and Werewolves slaughtered nearly all of humanity?
For me, all of that happened so long ago I almost never think about it. Iím much more concerned with what just happened and what will be occurring next.
Six months ago, when I turned sixteen, I changed the way life was conducted in the small portion of the planet I called home. Iím not sure exactly how any of it actually took place. When I let myself dwell on that time, which I donít very often, it usually feels like it was something someone else did. Like I wasnít there at all.
But I know that I was.
I have the scars to prove it. One of them on my cheekólong and jaggedóout in the open to show the world I survived a Vampire attack. The other is hidden on the inside of my soulónot visible to anyone but meóand it was placed there by a boy, a Werewolf, who betrayed my innocence and will forever hold the title of being the first guy to break my heart.
Itís Mayówe have started keeping track of the months again like they did before Armageddon Day. The weather is beautiful and warm in our tent city; which sits over the remains of Genesis, the habitat that I lived in for my first sixteen years of life.
I canít help but feel that something is coming. Something bad that we canít stop. I havenít told anyone about this sense I have. Itís not like Iím psychic or anything. Iíve never been able to predict the future. Iím not even particularly good at figuring out whatís going to happen to me next. But I canít let this goónot this timeóand Iím wondering if Iím going to have to let someone know about the dread that is eating away at my stomach lining.
Maybe Iím just being dramatic, but I can feel a black cloud of death on the horizon, and itís going to swallow us all.