A/N: Before you read this, if you have not read my other Arra Griffith stories such as "A Fate Worse Than Death", "Brush With Death" and "Return From Death", I'd advise in doing so that way you won't get confused during this one. This is the last Arra Griffith story I will be making because I need to start working on my other ones because Arra will be appearing in another story with some other characters from my other stories. Like I always do, here is a better summary for the story.

Summary: Arra Griffith, the alpha of a werewolf Pack and the only werewolf ever to escape death itself. Some may say she is immortal. But she says it's just plain luck. Don't believe in luck? Neither did she. In this adventure, Arra encounters a powerful vampire but what does he want from her? Does he want to hurt her or something else? Her best interest is in her family and the Pack. If it will harm them, she won't give the idea a second glance. That's if she knew what it was. With help from old and new friends, Arra discovers new secrets, an adventure she's not sure she's ready to handle and a shocking surprise that'll make her skin crawl.

"More fighting, another adventure, weapons out the ass and insane secrets revealed, not to mention the crazy necromancer who talks to the dead. What more could you want? How about a safe, square, white room? Eventually, I think I'll be in one."-Arra Griffith quote from this story.

Enjoy the story and like I've said a thousand times before but some people don't know how to read apparently, please, DO NOT, and I repeat, DO NOT,one more time, DO NOT, point out my mistakes. I know all my stories need editing badly so there is no need to remind me of this. Whenever I send them to a publisher, they will be edited. Usually, if I catch them, I point them out and write them in author's notes. Unless I upload a chapter to a different story in this one, please refrain from pointing out every little mistake including grammer. I know how to spell but I occasionally mess up just like everybody else. Nobody is perfect so don't expect me to be. !Shadow!
P.S. My apologies for this A/N being so long. Oh, and my oldest brother, DJ, helped me with the title but if you have anything better, must have death in the title, please write it in a review or e-mail me and I will make it a point to include your name in the next A/N.

Being the alpha of a werewolf Pack can be pretty fun. No one messes with you because you have the power. Yeah, I've got the power all right but I don't get off on it like most people do. I don't see what's so thrilling about it. Sometimes, it can annoy me but then I can't complain. I knew what I was getting into as soon as I said yes. My problem now. But that's not what I would like to talk about.

There are two worlds; the real world which is what humans like to hide themselves in when something scary comes along. According to humans, they are the only creatures that exist besides animals. Some believe that aliens exist, as well, but not everyone. For them, it's just impossible. But nothing is impossible. Not anymore.

The second world is that of the supernatural: werewolves, vampires, witches, etc. Whatever you can possibly think of is pretty much real. Hard to believe? Well, that is one thing that is not my problem. Believe what you want but when the big bad wolf or Dracula come pounding at your door, don't say I didn't warn you. I'd hate to say I told you so...then again, no I wouldn't.

See, that's the problem. No one ever believes me anymore. Sure, I've made some mistakes but there are people out there who've made worse. Okay, so maybe not everyone has eaten their little brother, but that's beside the point. It was an accident, I didn't have any control and it was that time of the month. I don't mean I was PMSing. Though the full moon is a pretty good substitute for it. I'm not the happiest person in the world when that time comes but neither is anyone else I know. It's fun to run around, bay at the moon and hunt but you try turning into a wolf! It's not as fun as it sounds. Having super strength, amazing speed, grace and excellent senses; now, that I can live with forever. Certain things you can do with for the rest of your life, others you can't. Life's kind of tough all around.

Before you even think it, there is no cure for the "disease" most people like to call being a werewolf. Once you're bitten, there is no going back whether it's on purpose or you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's like a tattoo, once you get it done, it's there forever. I'd rather be a werewolf because when you get older, that pretty little butterfly won't look like a butterfly when you get old. At least when I'm older, I'll still have all the side effects of being a werewolf.

There is a downside of being a werewolf as there is a downside to just about everything. I can't tell anyone what I am. If humans found out that supernaturals existed, look out! Panic, chaos, war, the usual. Few humans know what I am and they are my family and Ashley, Renda's grand daughter. I wondered if I would ever be a grandma in my life. Nah. I think I'll stay a virgin forever. Well, that's difficult considering my boyfriend; tall, muscular and gorgeous. Not the way you want to go if you plan on being a virgin until you die. I should've went for short, fat and ugly instead. That'll keep me a virgin. Actually, I usually go for personality and they have to be at least a little cute. I don't care how hot they are, if they are an asshole, fuck that. I can be a bigger one when need be.

Oh, did I mention I was basically the most feared werewolf? I guess coming back from the dead will highten your reputation of being bad ass. Or just a lucky son of a bitch. Though, technically, I never died. So, I felt my life slipping away, so what? I Changed, no big deal, ran in fear for two years, big deal, came back, worse deal, and killed the person who tried to kill me. Actually, Edward killed the person who tried to kill me. I just killed the guy who took me in and taught me how to be werewolf. Great way to repay someone, huh? Ha! Nothing like murder to say how much you appreciate what someone has done for you. I've murdered many people. Most of the time it was in self defense. Okay, some of the time it was in self defense. Oh geez! Alright, very few times it was in self defense. But one time I killed lots of people but they started it by raping my little cousin. Yeah, you just don't fuck with my family.

One day, something bad will happen, you'll see, and you'll think, well, this just can't get any worse but always remember this: Today may have been a discouraging day but there's another one coming tomorrow!

Yes, I know. I'm just full of enthusiasm and encouragement. I'm also full of sarcasm.