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He had also told me that a Lupine human would be able to transform into a Lobo at day time but will revert back to its human form when the power it had drawn from the moon runs out. If what these legends were saying were true, then that means that they could be a pack of hundreds of thousands of Lobos somewhere, waiting to release a full on attack on the vampires. I schemed through more pages, catching more drawings a huge wolf beast and seeing more and words I could not understand that captivated my interest.

Bodies full of lacerations looked meaningless lying on the ground. This was the seconds leading up to the night of the full moon, the night where the werewolves changed to their true form. Theo, Alvin and Davian wiped the blood from their faces after a fierce battle. They were in a secluded forest on the edge of a lake where the light of the full moon would easily enter into view without being covered by the pollution of the city environment.

He briefly exchanged greetings with me before hurrying back. "I've been busy all day, patrolling with a few soldiers during the day, and then helping set up the hall for tomorrow's ceremony. Well, see you tomorrow!" He bid us farewell and drove away in a Ford F-150. At night, I lay alone in bed, feeling hot all over, my mouth parched, and my mind restless. When the Moon Goddess created werewolves, she bestowed upon us the speed and strength of wolves and the intelligence of humans, but she also bound us to the instincts of animals. Every full moon, when a werewolf turns 18, they go through a week-long heat cycle, and only a mate can soothe the restlessness of the heat. Rose kept urging me to

They looked wary, but not aggressive. One of them stepped forward, shifting into human form as he approached. He was tall and muscular, with piercing blue eyes and an air of authority. “I’m Lucas, leader of the Crescent Moon Pack,” he said, his voice deep and resonant. “We’ve been watching you.” Sarah and I exchanged a glance, unsure of what to make of this new development. “We’re trying to stop Gabriel Blackwood,” I said. “He’s planning something terrible, and we need your help.”

He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed. The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.” I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal. Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky. “Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”

She paused for a slight second, and looked around the room like she was checking to see someone. "My name is Akira, and I was sold to this man by my wicked stepmother. I've been dealing with living here with absolute carefulness, because I know that my next second isn't certain." She narrated. "So, what does he do? Why does people fear him?" I asked. Her mood suddenly changed. "Alpha Kieran, is the most evil and richest mortuary attendant. He kills, extract souls, imprisons spirits, and sells the bodies of his victims." She explained, and I gasped in shock.

“Brenna, let me know tomorrow if you would like to present yourself before the Moon Goddess as a potential Luna. The full moon is in a few days, so we must prepare.” The Blood Moon was coming, too. But I still had a bit more time. As if reading my mind, she turned and smiled. “The Blood Moon is in three months. Fear not; you have plenty of time to get to know the Alpha before.” I nodded, tilting my head to the side. “And if I reject him as my Mate?”

* * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: ZOE'S MATES: Talon Green – Green Moss Pack Lucan Cohen – Ocean Spirit Pack Corwin Dixon – Moon Shine Pack Valen Anderson – Crystal Blood Pack Zarek Rexter – Silver Bow Pack Victor King – Vampire King

I let my shoulders sag and glare at Christian like it was his fault Ash's arms had snared me. Christian puts his hands out, palms down, and then flipped them over, showing nothing was in his hands. Then he pretends to empty a non-existent sleeve. "Nothing," he observes. He takes in my unamused expression and stands up straighter. He clears his throat and suddenly I see something change. His eyes seem to become bright orange for an instant, than change back. The next thing I know bones a breaking and his back arches unnaturally backward. Fur spouts from his skin like from some horror movie and his fingers change to ones of a wolves.