Blue Crescent Moon

Lilith could remember when her life had changed. From being the odd bubbly werewolf to being turned into a hybrid and falling in love with one that saved her life. When she was left rejected, broken-hearted, and dying, that all happened on her eighteen birthday. Talk about one hell of a birthday; Lilith could remember it perfectly. Demien, her older brother, age twenty-five, is the beta and second in command in the blood moon pack, one of the pack's best since their father. Some say that Demien has an eccentric and weird demeanor, but despite that, he is not easily fooled. He is sometimes called abnormal. According to his ex-girl, his mate Angel says he's a "creative, fun spirit." Damien had also changed from the Carefree, fun Spirit to a very cold-hearted sarcastic bastard. There is Cora, age twenty, who is mated to Demien. Cora is an extremely warm individual gifted with the ability to love the people around her passionately. She has always had strong maternal instincts, and Cora i

Lilith woke up slowly, languidly, in the early hours of the following day, not knowing what had woken her up, but she found out soon as she realized some astonishing, unexpected, and quite frankly, shocking changes.The first thing her groggy mind, which was still clinging to the last remnants of sleep from a crazy day at school, made her aware of was her changed eyesight. Even as a werewolf, her eyes sight wasn't incredible. Everything was so clear, even in the near darkness of the early morning. She had never seen such startling clarity before; this was like a new experience for Lilith.The tiny dust motes floating in the air, the individual strokes of paint on the bedroom walls, the specks of dirt on the carpet, she could see it all. She noticed colors were more vibrant, and there was so much more to everything: color, shape, pattern. She never knew there were so many shades of white before. Her eyesight was better than any human or werewolf could hope to achieve.After staring for

Lilith stared at him, stunned.The forest around them had gone eerily quiet, the distant chatter of birds and the hum of insects swallowed by the weight of Nathan’s confession. She could still hear his words echoing in her head — a far… Wendigo… sealed away… banished.For a moment, she forgot to breathe.“So… you’ve been hiding this your whole life,” she finally managed, her voice quieter than she intended. Her mind was racing, connecting dots that had been blurry just hours ago. “You’re… half Wendigo. Like me.” Nathan’s crimson eyes softened, though they still held that predator’s edge. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Though I wasn’t sure about you… Not until I caught your scent the other day. It’s faint, but it’s there.” His gaze roamed over her, sharp but curious. “My blood is changing you, haven’t it?”Lilith’s mouth went dry. Her fingers subconsciously hovered near the back of her neck where the strange markings had bloomed weeks ago — jagged, branching lines like frostbite and scars. She’