Th Last Lycon

Ravaging was the night that I found myself in with the love of my life; Jamie as we waked across the meadow plain of purple orchids on our way to meet the rest of our pack. “You know, Jamie,” I said to my boyfriend as I caressed his smooth, brown hair while being lost in his tropical blue eyes. “I don’t let just any wolf choose me as their mate. “Lucky for me, I’m no ordinary wolf, Ms. Buffy, “Jamie responded as he wrapped his arms around my waist as we stood on top of a hill with the moon behind us. Never before had I felt the autumn winds tickle my skin to the point where goosebumps emerged over me. Only complemented by the bubbling intimacy that I nervously attempted to keep dominate. “You know how being around all the purple blossoms in a cool night in the woods gets me excited, “ Jamie slowly moved his hands down my pants before attempting to pull down my zipper. But as I stopped him, my fangs came out of my mouth and my nails sprouted razor sharp talons that pierced Jamie’s

Alone with nothing but my shattered feelings to accompany me, I walked around Lyconville; my family’s original home before we left for the tribe. But what use to be a wide canvas of tribal tents and captivating greenery was replaced by nothing more than burnt debris as far as my eyes could see. “ Damn you; Jamie, “ I yelled as I slammed my fist on the ground. “ We were suppose to be together to lead the pack. Heartbroken over Jamie’s betrayal, my mind couldn’t help but reply images of the wolf that I promised my virginity to choosing so random skank with an ugly tattoo on her face. “ What kind of she-wolf has a ridiculous moon on her face and has the never to think it is attractive ? , “ Furious at the though of Jennifer , I extended my claws and craved several strokes into any debris that was in my radius. Hoping that each piece of stone and lumber I scratched was Jennifer’s face. “ Who in the worl is that tramp any away ? I’ve never seen her in my life, “ My anger continued

My mind was spinning from the shock of hearing about my birth mother’s real identity to the point that I fell on my knees. “ You cant be serious , “ I said. “ My mom is … , “ “ Not the woman you were raised by, “ Vixen interrupted. “ Cindy Wingfoot was the beta of the Purple Moon Tribe for decades . But before that, she was Luna’s confidant , “ “ What do you mean by that ? , “ “ Let’s just say life was not always easy for a demigod whose father abandoned them . As Luna and Dalia struggled to find their place in the world , they each stubbles into two very different tribes that would accept them. Your mother found a home with the Purple Moons. However, Dalia found her home with the barbaric Crimson Moon tribe, “ My eyes opened wide with shock as I heard the mentioning of the Crimson Moons. “ My tribe has been a war with that tribe for centuries, “ I said. “ But I thought they all died out when Lyconville was created, “ “ You thought wrong, “ Vixen replied. “ The Crimson Moons ha