Lydia. We run through the forest as fast as we can, without looking back. I can feel my heart breaking inside my chest with every step we take. I left Ryan. I left Ryan to fend himself against his murderous tyrant of a brother all alone. I left him on his own. I left the love of my life. The pain is too much to bear, and I feel myself slip off. In the spirit plane, my wolf is startled to see me. The purple and magenta sky of my mind's world is strewn with multicolored stars, but I can't appreciate that beauty today. Disregarding my yipping wolf, I stride towards the remaining chain. I need to break this in order to gain my full potential. I don't care if I'm still too weak. Ryan is in danger, and I need to break this chain in order to save him. I need to go and face down an entire packet to reclaim my beloved back. My wolf comes growling and snaps her jaws at me. She tries to warn me off the chain, as she knows I'm not strong enough yet. But I am too far gone to listen to reaso
Prologue.My name is Elizabeth Mannering, and I was born eighteen winters ago to Alpha Greyson and Luna Victoria Mannering of the Crescent Moon pack.And I am a werewolf.My pack was situated deep within the Lunar woods, surrounded by the Lunar Mountain range. It was small, barely consisting of three hundred members. A border pack, lying quite close by the human kingdom of Reincast in the continent of Maqori. The Lunar woods were where the supernaturals lived, while Reincast was where humans lived. Humans weren’t quite aware of our existence, but they were wary of the Lunar woods as they felt that something was off in it. They rarely ventured in, and when they did, they’d face dangers that were beyond shifters, were the Lunar woods hosted all kinds of supernatural and paranormal creatures such as druids, witches, dwarves, dryads, nymphs, centaurs and many, many more. Shifters such as my pack were only a small part of the mosaic.I was the first-born of the Alpha of the Crescent Moon pa
Elizabeth. I make my way back home after the rigorous training session with Maeve as the old, rusted bell in the castle tower rings, signaling the time as noon. After the training session, there was nothing more on my agenda, which meant that I was ought to use that time to get ready for the Midnight ceremony.A Midnight ceremony was an intimate affair, perhaps even more intimate than a mating ceremony. No one was allowed to witness the first transformation. The day a pup turned eighteen, they were to exit the pack boundary and enter the Lunar Woods on their lonesome and spend the night within, meditating and trying to reach within themselves to find their wolf. Half the time, two or three people would turn eighteen years of age on the same day. But our pack was small with only two hundred and seventy people living within, young and old. So today, I was the only wolf turning eighteen.Which meant that I was to go through my ceremony truly alone.At the Midnight ceremony, I will also d
Elizabeth. I make my way down the actual staircase to the first floor of the castle, trying not to wring my fingers with nerves. I don’t know why I feel so anxious about this lunch, it’s not like I’ve never done this before. I do think that it’s the nerves that are meant for tonight setting in early, what other explanation do I have?I got along with my family alright. I loved my father, although he could be difficult sometimes, I adored Carol. Carol could be a little too submissive to my father, easily giving in to his whims, but I tried not to hold that against her. She liked to see her family happy, and sometimes she went about it in the wrong way. Otherwise, she was a delight to talk to. And of course, she had filled the role of my mother ever since I could remember.My relationship with Easton was that of a typical brother and sister. We used to be very close when we were children, we only had a three-year age difference between us, and both of us could look over that. But as tim
Elizabeth.My eyes widen as the words register in my mind, and I can’t believe that he just said it.“What?!” I demand.“You heard me. That ingrate needs to learn his place!” My father reiterates, and from the corner of my eye, I see my stepmother grit her teeth.“Father,” I say in the calmest voice I can muster although my heart hammers in my chest, thoughts run in my mind mile a minute, “What reason did Easton give for missing the meal?”“He said he was busy-” My stepmother immediately starts, but my father cuts her off.“Disrespect, that’s the reason,” Alpha Mannering thunders, banging his fist on the table, “This has been going on ever since that boy turned eighteen. Once he found his wolf, he’s starting to act as if he’s an Alpha. No, not even an Alpha would be as arrogant as he is being!”Easton was a Delta, and I don’t think he is acting as my father claims he is. My father got angry easily when he thought that people were trying to go above him. Easton was twenty-one, so trying
Elizabeth.Carol comes knocking at my doors moments after, but I don’t want to speak with her, so I stay where I am, with my head buried in a soft pillow on which my tears dry. I’m normally not a person to cry out loud when I am upset. Most of the time, I’d just bury my face in a pillow and let the tears fall soundlessly as I run every reason as to why I’m sad in my head until the severity of those reasons and the intensity of my emotions die out. It was my coping mechanism with grief, and after a good cry, I would find myself being able to completely move on from it.“Eliza,” Carol’s voice comes from the other side of the door, and I think I hear the sadness in it, “I am so very sorry that we made a scene at the table today, especially considering how it’s your birthday. I didn’t intend to let myself get carried away like that, I was too caught up in my own emotions that I failed to think about you, and I truly, truly regret it. Today was supposed to be your celebration, but we manage
Elizabeth.“Good evening, Elizabeth,” Judy, the oldest woman in our pack shuffles towards me, holding her wooden bowl of yellow paint as if it’s a precious gem. She just might be the only person in the pack who is smaller than me apart from the children, the only person who I have to look down to speak with. She smiles at me, her grey eyes which are like mine twinkling, “How are you? How do you feel?”“Nervous now, to be honest,” I don’t mention the fight my family had at the lunch before, “Everything is going to change from today.”“Not entirely,” She replies, “You would still be the same girl you were, just more complete.”“How does it feel when you first transform?” I ask, “Is it disorienting?”“I don’t remember how I felt when I first turned, dear girl, as it was a long, long time ago,” The elder chuckles, “But I assure you, it would be the opposite of disorienting. In fact, it would be serene. Calming. You would finally feel completely attuned in your skin, connected with the eart
Elizabeth.“Mother?” I whisper as the scream continues on. My blood runs cold as everyone whips their heads in the direction of the castle. I’d never heard my stepmother scream like that before, and the first thing in my mind is that something dangerous had happened.I’m frozen where I stand until another scream splits through the air, and that manages to break my stupor.“Mother!” I scream out and start running in the direction of the castle as fast as my bare feet could take me. My heart pounds in my chest as my mind conjures millions of scenarios for me to panic over. What had happened? Was my stepmother hurt? Was my father hurt? Was it Easton? Had they been attacked? How could they be attacked they were in the castle!The northern border is not that far from the castle and in moments I find my feet slapping on the cobblestone-laid path that leads up a small slope towards the castle. From the corners of my eyes, I notice torches being lit on either side of the road as I run, and peo
Lydia. We run through the forest as fast as we can, without looking back. I can feel my heart breaking inside my chest with every step we take. I left Ryan. I left Ryan to fend himself against his murderous tyrant of a brother all alone. I left him on his own. I left the love of my life. The pain is too much to bear, and I feel myself slip off. In the spirit plane, my wolf is startled to see me. The purple and magenta sky of my mind's world is strewn with multicolored stars, but I can't appreciate that beauty today. Disregarding my yipping wolf, I stride towards the remaining chain. I need to break this in order to gain my full potential. I don't care if I'm still too weak. Ryan is in danger, and I need to break this chain in order to save him. I need to go and face down an entire packet to reclaim my beloved back. My wolf comes growling and snaps her jaws at me. She tries to warn me off the chain, as she knows I'm not strong enough yet. But I am too far gone to listen to reaso
Lydia.Otis hollers as I stab his arm with the arrowhead, his cry waking up everyone in the near vicinity. I start to hear voices coming from all around me. But caught in the throes of my anger, I don't care for them. I want to see Otis hurt for what he was trying to do to Ryan. With a yell, I pull off the sharp metal from his chest, and he cries out once again. Clutching the injured arm, he stumbles back a couple of steps and hits the wall, hard, with his head. The impact makes him lose consciousness, and he falls to the ground.I brace myself to pounce on him again and end him once and for all. I could feel the bloodlust taking over me, poisoning my mind like a scarlet berry. My vision tinges with death, and there's the gushing sound of an ocean in my ears. 'Kill, kill, kill,' my mind chants, and there's nothing I want more than to listen to it. I want to see fear clog his face, I want to see him choke on his own spit. I want to watch the life bleed out of him. I want to watch him
Lydia.The shadow moved discretely as if it was aware that it was being watched. Or perhaps it was not taking any risks and was acting as if it was already in danger.As I move through the darkness the trees provide, being extra careful not to make a sound, I start to see the owner of the shadow.It was a man, judging from the body. He was dressed in all black, covering his body from head to toe in dark garments that blended in with the night. His face is wrapped in a black scarf. He looks almost like an assassin, but I know that his gait is too sloppy to be that of an assassin's. Besides, an assassin would never creep around the caves so slowly. The man stops near a certain cave. There is a window carved into the stone, and it's open partially due to the humidity. The man straightens and peers inside the window, opening it slowly enough not to make a creaking noise as it was bound to do if opened quickly. Then, ever so carefully, he places his palms upon the windowsill and raises h
Lydia.That day, I bring down my first deer. It feels almost surreal, but the arrow that pierces through its unsuspecting eyes is mine. The deer falls to the ground as soon as the arrow hits, and although I feel remorse for it as always, I also cannot keep myself from crowing out of triumph."Good job!" Caleigh claps me on the back before running towards the carcass to start gutting it. We pack the meat inside our packs and dump the entrails far away so other carnivores could make use of it. With meat-heavy backpacks, we make our way back to our caves so we could drop the bounty off in the kitchens. The stores of meat in the pack would be full after this."How strange," Caleigh mused as we dropped the meat off, gazing around the pack lands, "Your unwelcome shadow is absent today."I'd noticed that too. I have yet to see Otis for the day; he'd been absent from my site since this morning. Maybe he finally came to his senses and decided not to pursue me. But I knew that thought is too g
Lydia.The next day, as soon as I woke up, my eyes fell on the bow.It was a thing of beauty, and I could see that Caleigh spent much time perfecting it. The wood appeared to be from a mature rowan tree, and I wondered where she even found one. They grew high up in the mountains. Made from rowan heartwood, it was polished and stained with the juice of peppermint leaves. I know this because I could smell the refreshing minty smell from the wood. The middle of the arch was wrapped with cured leather that was firm to the touch. The bowstring was taut and strong, made from fine hairs twined together to make a thick string.I gripped the bow from the middle and raised it in an arc, bringing it in front of me. With my other hand, I pulled the bowstring. It was surprisingly easy after the newfound powers I gained after breaking the chain last night. As I perfected my posture, I felt it flow through my blood. It made me feel as if I were already invincible as if I could take down my enemies w
I sent her a warm smile. I could only imagine how bad she wanted to be set free. She yawned and looked at me. She seemed much calmer than before and I hope this was not only because of the exhaustion. I held out my hand. She pushed her nose against my palm and I petted her.“What do you think?” I asked “Are you ready?”She nodded. I was getting worried. She was still not willing to talk. I doubt that she was unable to. And she didn’t hate me anymore. For me it was something I just couldn’t understand. In addition, it made me feel bad. If she didn’t hate me, why wouldn’t she talk to me? There were many things we could have discussed. I breathed a sigh but tried to understand her.I stepped to her leg and looked at the chain. She turned her head to me then nodded, implying it was really time to release more of her power. I grabbed the chain. I struggled with that one. I hoped I was just exhausted. The animal looked at me. Her eyes narrowed. She cooperated with me: she took some steps so
I grumbled as Caleigh shook me in the following morning. My mind was still reckless and couldn’t sleep much. Besides the already existing problems I couldn’t stop thinking about Ryan’s body.“I told you.” the huntress told me “Come on or I’m going to leave you behind!”“Okay, okay.” I moaned but got out of my bed.I followed Caleigh to the forest and I did my best not to fall back into sleep. I started to doubt that I could have broken another chain. We remained silent. The huntress was sure there were some deer nearby. It was undoubtedly her favorite type of meat. I saw as her muscles became tense and in the same moment I smelled the animal’s scent. It was near. She motioned that we would switch places. I was reluctant but she wanted me to hunt the deer down.I kept listening to the noises and waited for it to appear. Once it was within eyesight I breathed a silent sigh and picked an arrow. I kept my eye on the target but I became nervous all of a sudden. Even though I aimed at the h
When I reached the training grounds I saw he was pulling some weights shirtless. I smiled to myself but stepped in and reached him. It was time to play again. A part of me enjoyed this part either with Ryan or Caleigh. But another part of me was annoyed because I just wanted to be myself. I wanted to be with this man. I wanted to be free and careless. Instead of all this, we had to be careful and play roles, acting like we were nothing more than friends or training partners. Once I reached him I put my hand on his shoulder gently.“Do you need a partner?” I asked.“Maybe.” he grinned “How about a night run?”“Oh, I’m in.” I chuckled then leaned closer to him “I thought you can’t get any stronger now.”“I can’t.” he sighed “We’re acting. That’s all. And you can become stronger.”“You’re right.” I nodded “Let’s go then.”I kept my pace with Ryan’s. Outrunning him would have been no problem. We still had to pretend everything was normal between us. I hated that part. I was proud we foun
The huntress looked at me and sent me a warm smile.“So how far did you get?” she asked.“Not far.” I blushed “I’m afraid someone will notice.” I sighed.“Believe me, Ryan is careful with this. He wouldn’t risk losing you.”“I know, I just don’t want to take any unnecessary risks, you know? If we leave the pack before I unleash my full power, the journey is going to be even more dangerous.”“I know you’re right. But he loves you.”“I know.” I smiled “I wouldn’t sneak out for nothing. But even though it feels so good and so right, I can’t shake off the feeling of something bad is about to happen.”“I understand what you’re talking about.” she said grimly “It’s like it’s way to quiet right before a huge thunderstorm. And I don’t like it either.”“I wish we could have met under different circumstances.”“I wouldn’t leave this place without you.”She remained silent for some minutes and I was waiting for her further response. I knew she was grateful I turned up out of the blue several day