Ayumi, the Lone traveler

I am Ayumi Madrigal, the sole survivor of the Katana Pack. Katana packs were werewolves who were sanctified with abilities that people sought. Abilities we could harness when we turn 18 after our first shift. We were able to share this ability with our true mate, mate chosen by the Moon Goddess.

Each Katana werewolf possesses one ability. Some could control fire, air, water, and earth while others have an ability to adapt. No one knew what kind of power one would acquire. But once a Katana werewolf dies, the ability wolf possesses will be passed on to one of her or his family members or mate. Thus, allowing Katana wolf to acquire multiple abilities.

Being part of these packs makes you powerful and vulnerable at the same time. Your mate could be your ally or your downfall. Why? I lost my family and my pack from an outsider, mated to one of our pack members. He had scheme made which resulted in our demise.

He thought he could relinquish the abilities each of our pack had if we all die all at once. He had blown our entire pack house in a pack celebration and even resorted to potions and spells to ensure no one would survive. None of those abilities he desired were passed unto him. Simply because I had survived. I possessed most of my pack's abilities and have been protected by an invisible cocoon my mother wielded before she died.

It has been 8 years since me being alone. I was 18 when the dreadful night came. Although I have relinquished my packs abilities, avenging was never an option. For doing so I will lose the very cocoon my mother left. Even if I feltl alone and angry, revenge will only vanquish my mother's cocoon. The cocoon was the only thing left from the tragedy that I had gone through. The only connection that I have with them. If I make stupid decisions and make suicidal attempts, I will never meet them in the afterlife.

Katana werewolves strongly believe in connection to our family and ancestors. So where do you think my life leads to? A powerful being, yet this being cannot do anything else but survive and wait for whatever the Moon Goddess has in stored.

While traveling, I encountered random attacks. These attacks came frequently from the Tibolo pack. The very pack that was led by the one responsible for my pack's massacre. I always thought these attacks were stupid because none of their tactics worked. Thanks to my trusty cocoon I never resorted to hiding.

Being alone was punishment enough and my reliable cocoon never failed me as well as my abilities. Even spells from witches and armed machines were no match.

I have many enemies but the one who is persistent are the Tibolo werewolves. The pack headed by Alpha Apollo Saavedra, the outsider that killed my pack. Handful attacks but none of them made me scramble to hide. I loved mocking them every now and then. But lately those fools have been quiet. Of which made me wonder, those fools were quite persistent. Are they scheming for another silly ambush? Each attack was entertaining, and a good excuse to use my abilities. I do not know what else they could do.... Search for my mate?

I have been traveling around the world for quite some time now. I hoped during this trip I could meet someone who used to belonged to my former pack. It would make me feel less lonely. Having someone to share this damn life might put some comfort to this burdensome life. Unluckily, I have not found one.

Searching for a mate was never an option. Mate might give me strength and company, but it kept me skeptical. The moment Katana met mate, they obliged to wait for the full moon to complete the bond making us vulnerable. We must survive first and keep ourselves safe. That was our test.

Surge of pain felt before we could fully complete the bond. Pain was always part of the transition of ours, so that our body could fully access our mate's ability. Most Katana ended up living mate less or live with a chosen companion. Not all from our pack were blessed with mates. Making us small pack since then.

Alora, my wolf, was excited to meet our mate. Me? I did not care. I never wanted to rely on anybody. Finding one was like looking for a needle in a stack of hay. I have failed in my search for a pack member, how much more a mate.

Alora kept daydreaming about how our mate might look like and kept hoping that he could ease the loneliness that we were going through for the past year. And every time she does, I feel uneasy. He might help me patch my miserable life or prick my bubble of comfort that I had established within me.

In this world where humans and supernatural beings coexist, one should know how to survive without relying on anyone. Humans tend to be unaware of our existence but some of them tend to retaliate by the knowledge of our kind. While supernatural beings like wolves, turned overprotective of their territory thus resorting to hunting until they felt assured of their safety.

Some places were welcoming while some were hostile towards me, which made me resorted to not to lay down my roots to any place that I had visited. I had tried staying in a town for days like the beach side, mountain side and even cities. But then forced to leave, after people there felt threatened by my presence.

My territory? I have recoursed to leave it. My territory bears memories of my happiness, but now it is covered in ruins of the disaster. A tragedy that I wanted to forget but had embedded a huge wound in my soul.