Ilayda

I blinked my eyes open and stretched my arms out around me. The full moon must be coming soon. The week before the full moon I always had the same vivid dream every night. I was running through a meadow being chased by a large shadow-like presence, but instead of being scared I turned my head and smiled at it before laughing happily and continuing the chase. 

"Soni", I nudged gently. Trying to wake my wolf up. I felt her yawn and stretched her little paws out in front of her.

"Morning already Ila?" She says sleepily.

"Yes and we need to check on the garden and the pups." I muse to her. 

Talking about the pups always perked my wolf up instantly, I could feel her excitement growing. 

"You see them everyday, Soni."

"But Ila they are so cute I love them," she chrips. 

I smiled, the pups in question were my 2 half brothers, and with another one on the way my poor stepmother had her hands full. My father’s mate was my mother who he loved with his entire heart, but she was killed once they found out that she wasn’t a wolf but a fae. A secret they tried hard to keep hidden. It wasn’t a crime to be with another type of creature but for our old pack, the Grey Lake Pack it was considered a cardinal sin. After her death he took me and fled our old pack, and found refuge here at the Forest Moon. I was only 4 so my memories of that time are pretty hazy. Forest Moon was my father’s original pack so we were able to find sanctuary there and they welcomed us with open arms. My father only left the pack because he was a doctor and Grey Lake was in desperate need for one. Forest Moon was weaker, so in order to protect us we strengethened the pack's ties with Grey Lake. Never did they think they would turn out to be such a ruthless, bloodthirsty pack.

The death of my mother made a shell out of him, that was until he met Renea my stepmother. Her first fated mate had also died, fighting rogues after they just met. They found solace in each other as the Moon Goddess granted them a second chance, and I couldn’t be happier. Renea loved me as much as her own boys, she was my mom.

Hearing the pitter patter of little feet it was time to get moving. I threw the blankets off me and stumbled to the bathroom to get ready. My curly pinecone brown hair was a mess and my peridot coloured eyes bright but sleepy. I had a smattering of freckles across my nose, my cheeks have a natural rosy tint and full peach lips. I was short, 5 5’ which was passable but definitely on the short end for a werewolf. The two features I absolutely had to hide at all times were my pointed ears and the 2 horns that on my head, a telltale sign of a fae. My horns are small thankfully, only about 3 inches high and curved slightly back and were white. Thankfully my hair was fluffy enough that it was easy to hide them. I didn’t have wings, but I do have a wolf. Due to my birth mother being a Fae, I'm a hybrid offspring. My old pack only believed in true blood werewolves and were prejudiced against all other creatures which is why they killed her. They were coming to kill me as well before my father fled. I was "tainted" to them. My aunty Mia has witch in her blood, which is pretty common for wolves to have, that and sirens. Honestly a pure blood wolf is more rare. It's not the norm due to all the supernatural creatures out in the world. She makes me a potion called glamour to hide my features when I need to do when leave the house. It’s a very popular substance that can only be made by witches that let’s anyone slightly alter their appearance. She likes to call it the magical form of plastic surgery.

My fathers home pack is more of a safe haven, they don’t hate if you come with no harm. But only a few people know about me because they fear the secret getting out. Full hybrids are rare but a fae hybrid is nearly unheard of. While many wolves have small amounts of other supernatural DNA in them a full blown hybrid doesn't happened nearly as often. My father says it's something about the levels of power we possess. I wouldn’t know, the only “power” I suppose I had was that I could listen to the wind. It was like another being, swirling around me telling me all of its secrets.