PROLOGUE

The night I was born, there was a full moon. The Luna of the Crescent Rise bundle was my mom, Claire. She is my father, the Alpha's amazing mate, a powerful and gorgeous warrior. My parents have chosen to try again for another child, but my mother has already blessed him and the pack with my sister Stella.

Stella had the beauty that my mother possessed. Bright gold hair, blue eyes brighter than any other in the pack. She showed great interest in school and had good grades as well as on the training field. She was both beautiful and intelligent which are both traits revered in the werewolf community.

Despite the fact that my father was blessed with a brilliant child who could honor him at any time or place. It was still not enough for him; he wanted a boy. My mother was unexpectedly expecting twins. Considering that werewolves typically have larger infants, twins are relatively uncommon in the werewolf world. Even still, my father continued to provide for my mother's necessities and show her support. Little did he know that his excitement would soon turn to anger and despair.

The pack took great pride in Luna giving birth to twins. Everyone was thrilled, and the fact that my mother gave birth under a full moon added to the occasion's specialness.

My mother had a difficult time pushing my brother and I, and it was not at all simple for her to do so. I was told that my father was so agitated and that he felt every contraction and every time she pushed, and he would not do anything about it. When my brother was born first, I was informed by several sources that either he was not breathing at birth or that he was alive but eventually passed away. 

The awful thing is that although my brother did pass away, my mother also passed away while shoving me out. After I survived, I learned that I have no feeling of sadness or happiness; instead, I just view things as they are, and on top of that, I was held responsible for their death. It was me who was the killer, the monster.