The Lunar Crest Academy: Marked by The Lycans

The moon came out earlier than I wished it to.

The Full Moon.

It was a curse to me.

The night my parents were slained right in front of me, I still remember the Full Moon shining brightly that night like it was any normal night.

Tonight, I am being thrown out to my inevitable death.

And it is still out, yet again, like it is any normal night.

Though the night outside was alive with celebration.

I could hear the music, the drunken laughter, the howls of wolves shifting for the first time. It was a sacred night for them, some were making their first turn, others finding their mates, all basking in the blessing of the full moon.

For them, tonight was joy. A night of triumph.

For me, it was a death sentence.

I sat curled in the corner of my attic room, my arms wrapped tightly around my knees. The cold air seeped through the cracked wooden walls, yet sweat clung to my skin. Beads of it formed on my forehead, sliding down my temples.

I had thought I was strong enough. I had told myself I wouldn’t be scared.