At 20 years old Alex had lived a sheltered life away from the larger population of shapeshifters. Mongrels like her had been persecuted for centuries as abominations. Yet, she was a descendant of Oliza and Betia. She was wandering around late one evening in a part of the city known in the supernatural world for its vampric activity. She wasn’t worried. Most vampires wouldn’t look twice at a shapeshifter. And if they did try to attack her, her tiger and wolf forms could easily tear them apart in an instant.