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The Curse/A Novel of the Breedline series
A chapter in the book THE CURSE
Saving Amy
by scongrove
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When Jem pulled into the parking lot of the Adeline Street apartments, Helen’s brows drew together, her expression sorrowful as she took in the condition of the rundown building. There were bars covering the outside windows of each unit and some were cracked while others were busted out completely. By the overgrown weeds surrounding the dilapidated brick structure and trash littering the parking lot, it was obviously poorly managed. The place didn’t even look livable or safe by any means.
“Jace was right,” Helen said, shaking her head. “This is definitely not a good environment to raise a child.”
Jem nodded in agreement and cut the engine to the SUV.
“Poor little Amy,” Jena said, peering out of the backseat window. “There’s got to be something we can do to help them.”
Nicolas looked over at Jena. “I know someone who can help.”
She faced him with an optimistic look in her eyes. “You do?”
“There’s an organization that helps single mothers,” he said. “They provide housing and other provisions along with financial assistance for anyone who qualifies. I can get in contact with the person in charge if Miss Dunlap agrees to it.”
Jena reached for his hand. “Thank you, Nicolas.”
He smiled. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
As a red Mustang pulled into the space next to them, the loud music coming from inside drew their attention. The dark tinted windows made it impossible to see who was inside. Then, everything went quiet as two guys emerged from the vehicle, along with a thick cloud of cigarette smoke. The one behind the wheel had on a black hoodie with an image of a marijuana leaf on the front and the passenger wore a Yankees ball cap with a black satchel strapped over his shoulder.
Before Jem and the others got out of the SUV, they waited until the two guys went into the apartment complex. As soon as they were out of sight, Jem said, “Remember the plan, ladies.” He looked to the passenger seat at Helen and then toward the backseat at Jena. “You two stay close behind us. The minute we find apartment 10B, I’ll knock, and we’ll go from there.”
Helen nodded and Jena said, “Martha won’t answer the door unless my name is mentioned.”
“Okay, good,” he replied. “If she asks who it is, you can announce yourself.”
Moments later, as they made their way upstairs, it wasn’t long before they located Martha’s apartment. After Jem knocked, they waited for what seemed like several minutes before they heard a woman’s voice.
“Who is it?”
When Jem nodded at Jena, giving her the OK to answer, she said, “Martha… it’s Jena.”
Finally, the door slowly cracked open. Behind a deadbolt chain, a thin-faced woman with swollen and bruised eyes looked directly at the pretty young woman with long, blonde hair outside the door. She seemed confused by Jena’s human appearance, remembering the wolfish beast who had saved her and her daughter’s life.
“Jena?” the woman said, her voice laced with bewilderment. “Is that…” She was hesitant, tilting her head. “…really you?”
Although Jena could barely make out the woman’s features through the tiny opening, she instantly recognized her. The scared look in her eyes and her battered face was a dead giveaway.
“Yes, Martha,” Jena replied with a smile. “It’s Jena. I’m the one who helped you last night. And I brought along some friends. Remember… I promised I’d bring a doctor for you and Amy.”
There was a hint of relief that shadowed Martha’s face before uncertainty crept back in. It was as though she was grappling with the decision to unlock the door.
“I give you my word,” Jena went on to say. “No one is going to harm you or your daughter. We’re here to help.”
After a few moments, Martha finally slide the deadbolt chain to unlock the door. Slowly, she cracked the door wider, but not all the way.
And then, a little girl’s freckled face suddenly appeared from behind Martha. She had on a flowery nightgown and her long, auburn hair was arranged in pigtails. Her mouth was smeared with what looked to be grape jelly and she had a worn-out, stuffed cloth doll in her hand that looked handmade. She immediately tucked one arm around her mother’s leg, anchoring herself close.
Jena crouched down and said, “Hi Amy.”
The little girl gave a deer-in-the-headlights look as she glanced up at her mother with big brown eyes and then back to Jena. Then finally, her gaze flickered warily up at the other people crowded outside the door. The giant man with pale blue eyes and long, white-blond hair made her flinch back in fear.
“It’s all right, Amy. They’re my friends.” Jena averted her eyes from the frightened child and looked up at Alexander, realizing how intimidating he must appear to her. He towered to the height of at least six-five with broad shoulders and a menacing stare. He reminded Jena of the famous actor who portrayed the Marvel character Thor. When Jena focused her eyes back on Amy, she said, “I told them what a brave little girl you are.”
With wide eyes, Amy edged more firmly behind her mother and swiped at her jelly covered mouth with the back of her hand.
“What’s their names?”
Jena smiled at the child and then looked back up at Alexander with a slight nod. He came forward and got down on one knee.
“My name is Alexander.” His voice was deep but gentle. “I’m very pleased to meet you, Amy.” He looked up at Jem who stood beside him. “And that’s my son, Jem.”
“Hello Amy,” Jem said, waving at the little girl looking up at him with a curious expression on her face. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Helen leaned over and said, “Hi Amy. My name is Helen and I’m a doctor.”
When Helen noticed Amy eyeballing the stethoscope that was around her neck with fascination, she said, “Amy, would you like to listen to your heartbeat?”
She answered by bobbing her head up and down.
“And this is my best friend, Nicolas,” Jena said, drawing Amy’s attention. “He’s a policeman.”
She shifted her gaze toward a man who came forward and stood close to Jena. He had ink-black, shoulder length hair and lavender eyes. He smiled down at her and said, “Hello, sweetheart.” His voice had a thick, southern accent and sounded funny to Amy.
She bashfully hid her face and let out a giggle.
Nicolas bent down and pointed to the doll. “Who do you have there?”
Amy held up the old, tattered looking doll by its flimsy arm. “This is my friend Maisie.”
“Maisie is a great name for a doll,” Nicolas said, smiling. “Did you name her?”
“Uh-huh,” Amy muttered, nodding.
Jena inched closer. “Amy, do you remember the good wolf named Jena who saved your Mommy?”
Amy’s eyes went big on her small face. “Jena is my friend,” she said with a smile in her voice.
“Well…” Jena briefly paused, trying to find the right words to say. “That was… me. I’m Jena.”
As Amy moved closer, her eyes searched over Jena’s face. A few seconds later, it was like a light bulb had suddenly gone off. Her recognition was almost instantaneous. She jumped up and down with excitement stamped all over her sticky face.
“Mama! Mama!” Amy squealed. “It’s Jena! Hurry… let them in!”
Before Martha managed to step aside, Amy darted past her with her tiny hand outstretched.
The second Jena took hold, Amy tugged her forward. “Hurry Jena,” she feverishly muttered. “And bring your friends. Come meet my new kitty-cat.”
As Jena and the others hurriedly followed her into the apartment, Amy rushed over to a shabby couch riddled with holes. Lying on top of one of the armrests was a scraggly, long-haired tabby. Amy quickly set her doll down and scooped the feline into her arms.
It went limp and meowed when she held it up for Jena to see.
Jena knelt on the worn and ratty carpet, smiling at Amy. “What’s the kitty’s name?”
“I named her Alley Cat cuz Mommy found her in the alley eating out of the trash. You can pet her. She likes wolves.”
“Oh… okay,” Jena said, surprised by Amy’s statement, not sure what to reply. “That’s good to know.”
While Jena was introduced to the family pet, Helen strode over to where Martha stood and extended her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Dunlap. I’m Dr. Helen Carrington.”
Martha tentatively took Helen’s hand. “It’s Martha, and thank you for coming, Dr. Carrington.”
“Please…” Helen said, releasing Martha’s hand. “You can call me Helen. And if you don’t mind…” Helen glanced over her shoulder at Amy, “…is there somewhere private where we can talk?”
“We only have one bedroom,” Martha reluctantly replied. “Will that be okay?”
“Of course.” Helen nodded. “That will do just fine.”
As Martha took Helen to the back room, the guys crowded in the small living room. Alexander noticed how warm and muggy it was. Then, he realized there was no air conditioning. The windows, the ones in which weren’t already busted out, were wide open to allow some air to get in. It was gut-wrenching to imagine them living here. And by how malnourished Martha appeared, it was obvious she was struggling to survive.
“We can’t just leave them here,” he whispered to Nicolas and Jem. “This place is not suitable for anyone much less a small child.”
“And it’s definitely not safe,” Nicolas mentioned, keeping his voice low. “You saw those guys that pulled up next to us. I’ve been a detective for most of my life. I recognize a drug dealer when I see one, and those two immediately set off my radar.”
Jem nodded. “I agree. What do you propose we do?”
“It will take at least a week or two to get them assistance,” Nicolas said. “And hopefully there’s an opening to get them housing.”
Alexander exhaled a heavy sigh and said, “There’s no way I’m walking away, leaving that precious little girl in this rathole another day.”
“So where can we take them?” Jem shrugged. “You heard what Tessa said. She didn’t want Jena involving the Covenant.”
“I have an extra room,” Nicolas said. “Martha and Amy are welcome to stay at my place as long as they want. Besides, I mostly stay with Jena in the Covenant.”
“That’s very generous of you,” Alexander said, patting Nicolas on the shoulder. “Now all we have to do is convince Martha and get them packed up and ready to go.”
“You think she’ll agree to let us help her?” Jem asked.
Nicolas shook his head. “I don’t know, but there’s only one way to find out.”
“Yeah,” Jem replied. “And after what Martha has been through, she might not be so trusting.”
“I say we bring it up with Jena,” Alexander pointed out. “Amy seems crazy about her. Maybe if Jena asks Martha, she’ll agree to it.”
“Good idea,” Nicolas said. “I’ll ask Jena.”
As Nicolas started to make his way over to talk to Jena, Amy ran up to him, stopping him in his tracks.
“Jena said my Mommy and I could come sleepover at your house,” she said with excitement, holding up the cat. “And Alley Cat, too!”
Nicolas smiled at Amy, and when he lifted his gaze to meet Jena’s, her expression was one of sympathy.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Nicolas said as he focused back on Amy. “How about we go tell your Mommy?”
Then, to Nicola’s surprise, Amy quickly put the cat down and wrapped her arms around his legs.
“Thank you, Mr. policeman,” she murmured, squeezing tighter.
Tears gathered in Nicolas’s eyes. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
To be continued. . .
“Jace was right,” Helen said, shaking her head. “This is definitely not a good environment to raise a child.”
Jem nodded in agreement and cut the engine to the SUV.
“Poor little Amy,” Jena said, peering out of the backseat window. “There’s got to be something we can do to help them.”
Nicolas looked over at Jena. “I know someone who can help.”
She faced him with an optimistic look in her eyes. “You do?”
“There’s an organization that helps single mothers,” he said. “They provide housing and other provisions along with financial assistance for anyone who qualifies. I can get in contact with the person in charge if Miss Dunlap agrees to it.”
Jena reached for his hand. “Thank you, Nicolas.”
He smiled. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
As a red Mustang pulled into the space next to them, the loud music coming from inside drew their attention. The dark tinted windows made it impossible to see who was inside. Then, everything went quiet as two guys emerged from the vehicle, along with a thick cloud of cigarette smoke. The one behind the wheel had on a black hoodie with an image of a marijuana leaf on the front and the passenger wore a Yankees ball cap with a black satchel strapped over his shoulder.
Before Jem and the others got out of the SUV, they waited until the two guys went into the apartment complex. As soon as they were out of sight, Jem said, “Remember the plan, ladies.” He looked to the passenger seat at Helen and then toward the backseat at Jena. “You two stay close behind us. The minute we find apartment 10B, I’ll knock, and we’ll go from there.”
Helen nodded and Jena said, “Martha won’t answer the door unless my name is mentioned.”
“Okay, good,” he replied. “If she asks who it is, you can announce yourself.”
Moments later, as they made their way upstairs, it wasn’t long before they located Martha’s apartment. After Jem knocked, they waited for what seemed like several minutes before they heard a woman’s voice.
“Who is it?”
When Jem nodded at Jena, giving her the OK to answer, she said, “Martha… it’s Jena.”
Finally, the door slowly cracked open. Behind a deadbolt chain, a thin-faced woman with swollen and bruised eyes looked directly at the pretty young woman with long, blonde hair outside the door. She seemed confused by Jena’s human appearance, remembering the wolfish beast who had saved her and her daughter’s life.
“Jena?” the woman said, her voice laced with bewilderment. “Is that…” She was hesitant, tilting her head. “…really you?”
Although Jena could barely make out the woman’s features through the tiny opening, she instantly recognized her. The scared look in her eyes and her battered face was a dead giveaway.
“Yes, Martha,” Jena replied with a smile. “It’s Jena. I’m the one who helped you last night. And I brought along some friends. Remember… I promised I’d bring a doctor for you and Amy.”
There was a hint of relief that shadowed Martha’s face before uncertainty crept back in. It was as though she was grappling with the decision to unlock the door.
“I give you my word,” Jena went on to say. “No one is going to harm you or your daughter. We’re here to help.”
After a few moments, Martha finally slide the deadbolt chain to unlock the door. Slowly, she cracked the door wider, but not all the way.
And then, a little girl’s freckled face suddenly appeared from behind Martha. She had on a flowery nightgown and her long, auburn hair was arranged in pigtails. Her mouth was smeared with what looked to be grape jelly and she had a worn-out, stuffed cloth doll in her hand that looked handmade. She immediately tucked one arm around her mother’s leg, anchoring herself close.
Jena crouched down and said, “Hi Amy.”
The little girl gave a deer-in-the-headlights look as she glanced up at her mother with big brown eyes and then back to Jena. Then finally, her gaze flickered warily up at the other people crowded outside the door. The giant man with pale blue eyes and long, white-blond hair made her flinch back in fear.
“It’s all right, Amy. They’re my friends.” Jena averted her eyes from the frightened child and looked up at Alexander, realizing how intimidating he must appear to her. He towered to the height of at least six-five with broad shoulders and a menacing stare. He reminded Jena of the famous actor who portrayed the Marvel character Thor. When Jena focused her eyes back on Amy, she said, “I told them what a brave little girl you are.”
With wide eyes, Amy edged more firmly behind her mother and swiped at her jelly covered mouth with the back of her hand.
“What’s their names?”
Jena smiled at the child and then looked back up at Alexander with a slight nod. He came forward and got down on one knee.
“My name is Alexander.” His voice was deep but gentle. “I’m very pleased to meet you, Amy.” He looked up at Jem who stood beside him. “And that’s my son, Jem.”
“Hello Amy,” Jem said, waving at the little girl looking up at him with a curious expression on her face. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Helen leaned over and said, “Hi Amy. My name is Helen and I’m a doctor.”
When Helen noticed Amy eyeballing the stethoscope that was around her neck with fascination, she said, “Amy, would you like to listen to your heartbeat?”
She answered by bobbing her head up and down.
“And this is my best friend, Nicolas,” Jena said, drawing Amy’s attention. “He’s a policeman.”
She shifted her gaze toward a man who came forward and stood close to Jena. He had ink-black, shoulder length hair and lavender eyes. He smiled down at her and said, “Hello, sweetheart.” His voice had a thick, southern accent and sounded funny to Amy.
She bashfully hid her face and let out a giggle.
Nicolas bent down and pointed to the doll. “Who do you have there?”
Amy held up the old, tattered looking doll by its flimsy arm. “This is my friend Maisie.”
“Maisie is a great name for a doll,” Nicolas said, smiling. “Did you name her?”
“Uh-huh,” Amy muttered, nodding.
Jena inched closer. “Amy, do you remember the good wolf named Jena who saved your Mommy?”
Amy’s eyes went big on her small face. “Jena is my friend,” she said with a smile in her voice.
“Well…” Jena briefly paused, trying to find the right words to say. “That was… me. I’m Jena.”
As Amy moved closer, her eyes searched over Jena’s face. A few seconds later, it was like a light bulb had suddenly gone off. Her recognition was almost instantaneous. She jumped up and down with excitement stamped all over her sticky face.
“Mama! Mama!” Amy squealed. “It’s Jena! Hurry… let them in!”
Before Martha managed to step aside, Amy darted past her with her tiny hand outstretched.
The second Jena took hold, Amy tugged her forward. “Hurry Jena,” she feverishly muttered. “And bring your friends. Come meet my new kitty-cat.”
As Jena and the others hurriedly followed her into the apartment, Amy rushed over to a shabby couch riddled with holes. Lying on top of one of the armrests was a scraggly, long-haired tabby. Amy quickly set her doll down and scooped the feline into her arms.
It went limp and meowed when she held it up for Jena to see.
Jena knelt on the worn and ratty carpet, smiling at Amy. “What’s the kitty’s name?”
“I named her Alley Cat cuz Mommy found her in the alley eating out of the trash. You can pet her. She likes wolves.”
“Oh… okay,” Jena said, surprised by Amy’s statement, not sure what to reply. “That’s good to know.”
While Jena was introduced to the family pet, Helen strode over to where Martha stood and extended her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Dunlap. I’m Dr. Helen Carrington.”
Martha tentatively took Helen’s hand. “It’s Martha, and thank you for coming, Dr. Carrington.”
“Please…” Helen said, releasing Martha’s hand. “You can call me Helen. And if you don’t mind…” Helen glanced over her shoulder at Amy, “…is there somewhere private where we can talk?”
“We only have one bedroom,” Martha reluctantly replied. “Will that be okay?”
“Of course.” Helen nodded. “That will do just fine.”
As Martha took Helen to the back room, the guys crowded in the small living room. Alexander noticed how warm and muggy it was. Then, he realized there was no air conditioning. The windows, the ones in which weren’t already busted out, were wide open to allow some air to get in. It was gut-wrenching to imagine them living here. And by how malnourished Martha appeared, it was obvious she was struggling to survive.
“We can’t just leave them here,” he whispered to Nicolas and Jem. “This place is not suitable for anyone much less a small child.”
“And it’s definitely not safe,” Nicolas mentioned, keeping his voice low. “You saw those guys that pulled up next to us. I’ve been a detective for most of my life. I recognize a drug dealer when I see one, and those two immediately set off my radar.”
Jem nodded. “I agree. What do you propose we do?”
“It will take at least a week or two to get them assistance,” Nicolas said. “And hopefully there’s an opening to get them housing.”
Alexander exhaled a heavy sigh and said, “There’s no way I’m walking away, leaving that precious little girl in this rathole another day.”
“So where can we take them?” Jem shrugged. “You heard what Tessa said. She didn’t want Jena involving the Covenant.”
“I have an extra room,” Nicolas said. “Martha and Amy are welcome to stay at my place as long as they want. Besides, I mostly stay with Jena in the Covenant.”
“That’s very generous of you,” Alexander said, patting Nicolas on the shoulder. “Now all we have to do is convince Martha and get them packed up and ready to go.”
“You think she’ll agree to let us help her?” Jem asked.
Nicolas shook his head. “I don’t know, but there’s only one way to find out.”
“Yeah,” Jem replied. “And after what Martha has been through, she might not be so trusting.”
“I say we bring it up with Jena,” Alexander pointed out. “Amy seems crazy about her. Maybe if Jena asks Martha, she’ll agree to it.”
“Good idea,” Nicolas said. “I’ll ask Jena.”
As Nicolas started to make his way over to talk to Jena, Amy ran up to him, stopping him in his tracks.
“Jena said my Mommy and I could come sleepover at your house,” she said with excitement, holding up the cat. “And Alley Cat, too!”
Nicolas smiled at Amy, and when he lifted his gaze to meet Jena’s, her expression was one of sympathy.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Nicolas said as he focused back on Amy. “How about we go tell your Mommy?”
Then, to Nicola’s surprise, Amy quickly put the cat down and wrapped her arms around his legs.
“Thank you, Mr. policeman,” she murmured, squeezing tighter.
Tears gathered in Nicolas’s eyes. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
To be continued. . .
A reference for terms and cast of characters in this chapter, especially for new readers:
BREEDLINE - A species of humans that have the ability to change from human form into wolf form if they are born an identical twin. They are not like the old legend of the Lycanthropy myth. The Breedline species can shift into their wolf at will. The moon has no power over them. They do not pass their ability to other humans. Although they live among humans, their species is secret. In wolf form, they have super-strength, speed, and heightened senses. Compared to humans, Breedlines have tremendous advantages when it comes to health. Their bodies heal fast and are not subject to illness or diseases. The only thing that slows their healing process is silver. It is their kryptonite. Besides old age, a silver bullet to the brain is the only way to kill a Breedline.
All male Breedlines change into their first wolf at the age of eighteen. Female Breedlines do not go through the change until they make love to their Breedline bonded mate.
BREEDLINE COVENANT - The Breedline species must live within the boundaries of their Covenant. There is one in every state. A council governs its laws and oversees the species population.
Jace Chamberlain (a.k.a. the Beast) - He is a Breedline species who later discovers he was born with a curse of the Beast, inherited by the Chiang-Shih demon. His bonded mate is Tessa Fairchild. He's an IT engineer and the lead singer and plays acoustic guitar in the band Chaos.
Jem Chamberlain (a.k.a. the Chosen Son) - He is a Breedline species and Jace's identical twin brother. He carries the gene of the Chiang-Shih demon, which gives him the power to create a portal and a force of electrical energy used as a weapon and other powers he discovers later. His bonded mate is Mia Blackwood. He's an IT engineer and the drummer in the band Chaos.
Tessa Fairchild (a.k.a. the Breedline Queen) - She was born into the human world and later discovers she's a Breedline. Abandoned by her parents, and raised by her aunt and uncle, Tessa has no knowledge of being born a twin. After she meets Jace, they become bonded mates. During her first change into her Breedline wolf, she shifts into the new Breedline queen. She is an inspiring artist.
Alexander Crest - He is a Breedline species, Jace and Jem's biological father. He is bonded to Dr. Helen Carrington.
Dr. Helen Carrington - She is a Breedline species and a physician at the California Bates Hospital for both Breedlines and humans. She later bonds to Alexander Crest.
Jena McCain - She is a young artist with the ability to speak with the dead. After an age-old creature rises from years of peaceful slumber to feast on human blood, he attacks Jena. Now that she is cursed to take the creature's place, she will only hunt pure evil.
Nicolas Ratcliff - He is immortal and is an detective for the San Francisco police department. He is in love with Jena McCain.
Martha Dunlap - Her and her five-year-old daughter, Amy was kidnapped by a serial rapist. During the kidnapping, Jena heard Amy calling out for help. As she shifted into her wolfish creature, she found Amy and her mother in an old abandoned house. Before Martha was raped, Jena attacked the man and killed him. Helping them flee, Jena promised she would bring Martha and her daughter medical help from a trusted physician.
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and 2 member cents. BREEDLINE - A species of humans that have the ability to change from human form into wolf form if they are born an identical twin. They are not like the old legend of the Lycanthropy myth. The Breedline species can shift into their wolf at will. The moon has no power over them. They do not pass their ability to other humans. Although they live among humans, their species is secret. In wolf form, they have super-strength, speed, and heightened senses. Compared to humans, Breedlines have tremendous advantages when it comes to health. Their bodies heal fast and are not subject to illness or diseases. The only thing that slows their healing process is silver. It is their kryptonite. Besides old age, a silver bullet to the brain is the only way to kill a Breedline.
All male Breedlines change into their first wolf at the age of eighteen. Female Breedlines do not go through the change until they make love to their Breedline bonded mate.
BREEDLINE COVENANT - The Breedline species must live within the boundaries of their Covenant. There is one in every state. A council governs its laws and oversees the species population.
Jace Chamberlain (a.k.a. the Beast) - He is a Breedline species who later discovers he was born with a curse of the Beast, inherited by the Chiang-Shih demon. His bonded mate is Tessa Fairchild. He's an IT engineer and the lead singer and plays acoustic guitar in the band Chaos.
Jem Chamberlain (a.k.a. the Chosen Son) - He is a Breedline species and Jace's identical twin brother. He carries the gene of the Chiang-Shih demon, which gives him the power to create a portal and a force of electrical energy used as a weapon and other powers he discovers later. His bonded mate is Mia Blackwood. He's an IT engineer and the drummer in the band Chaos.
Tessa Fairchild (a.k.a. the Breedline Queen) - She was born into the human world and later discovers she's a Breedline. Abandoned by her parents, and raised by her aunt and uncle, Tessa has no knowledge of being born a twin. After she meets Jace, they become bonded mates. During her first change into her Breedline wolf, she shifts into the new Breedline queen. She is an inspiring artist.
Alexander Crest - He is a Breedline species, Jace and Jem's biological father. He is bonded to Dr. Helen Carrington.
Dr. Helen Carrington - She is a Breedline species and a physician at the California Bates Hospital for both Breedlines and humans. She later bonds to Alexander Crest.
Jena McCain - She is a young artist with the ability to speak with the dead. After an age-old creature rises from years of peaceful slumber to feast on human blood, he attacks Jena. Now that she is cursed to take the creature's place, she will only hunt pure evil.
Nicolas Ratcliff - He is immortal and is an detective for the San Francisco police department. He is in love with Jena McCain.
Martha Dunlap - Her and her five-year-old daughter, Amy was kidnapped by a serial rapist. During the kidnapping, Jena heard Amy calling out for help. As she shifted into her wolfish creature, she found Amy and her mother in an old abandoned house. Before Martha was raped, Jena attacked the man and killed him. Helping them flee, Jena promised she would bring Martha and her daughter medical help from a trusted physician.
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