Prologue

It was more than two hundred years ago, when the first of their race had come to earth, not quite a hundred, dying people.

They had been able to enter the earth's atmosphere without being seen, and had landed on a deserted island, miles away from any humans.

They had destroyed all evidence of their space crafts, and most of their superior technology. And they had managed to integrate themselves into the dominant population – man.

They were bipeds in their natural form, and due to their planets similarities and there evolution being along the same genetic lines, they looked almost identical to the humans, with only a little of their colouring being strikingly different.

They knew that if they were to survive, then they would have to mate with the indigenous people, that less than a hundred was not enough to guarantee the survival of their race. They needed to breed with the humans in order to strengthen their gene pool.

It had been difficult for them for the first few decades or so. All they could think of was their home. Their world had been lost to the ravages of their sun; the massive solar flare that had burnt half of the system and half of their planet, in just a few hours.

The survivors had been lucky enough to be on the dark side of the planet, when the flare had hit.

It had destroyed too much though, and the sun's stability was growing even more erratic, signalling that it was coming to the end of its life.

The people knew that it was time to leave – or die.

And even then not everyone could go, or even wished to go.

The older generation did not choose to outlive their home world, and so remained behind.

Twenty five years after arriving on earth, a single message had been intercepted.

'By the time that this message finds you, we shall be no more. Your birth world will be ashes from the final burn of the sun which is by now gone as well. Live long, live well, and remember us – remember where you came from.'

The sky was a little darker now, with the absence of that once bright star, and so they knew that the message was true.

The people not from earth mourned its passing, but then they looked to the future with a new determination, since there was now absolutely no way to go back.

They could not go back to their home world, and so they made their home on this new world, but when the moon was full, then their ancestors called out to them, to remind them of where they had come from, and if they succumbed to the call, then the change would occur.

They would become creatures of the night, wolves and hounds and even creatures of the feathered kind. Their spirits would soar as they would remember what they once had been.

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