The full moon has become my enemy.
I'm in a cavern, preparing myself for the most important night of my life. A few days earlier I had turned seventeen. Tonight a full moon will grace the sky. As I stand beneath it, the moonlight will wash over me and I- Lindsey Lancaster - will transform...
Into a wolf
I am a Shifter, a species of being who thousands of years have possessed the ability to shift from human to animal form. My clan's destined animal is wolf.
For as long as I can remember I've been anxiously awaiting this night, but for the past weeks I've been dreading its arrival, because things suddenly became very confusing and complicated. My feelings, my emotions they were all over the place. My heart was telling me one thing, my head another.
Connor and I have been best friends forever. Our families always hang out together in the outside world, where we pretend we're like the Statics(we are the Statics as we can't morph into another shape). Our parents are convinced that Connor and I are destined for each other.
Sometimes I fear that Connor and I got caught up in their dreams for us and decided those dreams were ours, too. One night, inform of everyone, Connor declared me his mate. I was thrilled that he held such intense feelings for me, because I thought I felt the same for him. Our families celebrated. In a tradion of our kind, he had my name tattooed in a Celtic symbol on his left shoulder- our equivalent of getting engaged. Our fate was sealed
But then Rate returned home this summer after a year away from college, and I began to notice him in ways I never had before. When he speaks, his deep voice is laced with a little bit of a rasp-- so sexy. He doesn't talk often except when he has something important to say, and when he does, my toes tingle. His dark eyes have the ability to hold me captive, to make my heart beat like thunders. And when he drops that dangerous gaze to my lips, I want to melt into his arms and pull his mouth down to mine for a taste of the forbidden.
He possesses a wild streak, prefers to live life on the edge. He's the big, bad wolf- pardon the pun. And something in him calls wildness in me... but it's a call I can't answer.
Connor is my destiny.
Two years older than I am, he's already gone through his transformation. Tonight he'll lead me through mine. I force myself to concentrate on Connor: his blond hair, his blue eyes, his crooked grin that always makes me smile. He's waiting for me now, waiting to share the most important night of my life. He'll hold me, guide me through the transition, and ensure that I survive. We'll bond deeply and forever as we go through this experience together. That's what is suppose to happen. (anyway)
I study my refection in the mirror. My eyes are hazel, although the color tends to shift with my mood. Tonight they look somehow more blue than green or brown. They're sad when they should be filled with excitement at this moment, the kind of anticipation a girl feels right before the prom.
My white-blond hair hangs loosely around my shoulders. The white velvet robe I'm wearing caresses my bare skin, and nervousness descends as I realize that soon it will be moonlight touching me-the moonlight and Connor.
I turn from the mirror and walk to the entrance of the cavern, where a cascading waterfall hides our lair from those who don't know of it's -of our-existence. I slip out from behind the curtain of water and circle the still pool that will soon reflect the rising moon.
I spy Connor waiting patiently for my arrival. Wearing a black robe, he holds out his hand, and I place my palm again his. His fingers--so long, so sure, so steady --close around mine, which suddenly seem too delicate and fragile for what is about to happen. As though sensing my apprehension, he draws me near. The familiarity of him gives me solace. He's the one. He's always been the one.
Leaning in, he bruises his lip over mine. My heart 💞 stutters with the enormity of what we're about to do.
Holding my hand, he leads me towards the clearing, towards the waiting moon, towards forever as his mate.
And I just hope that I haven't made the wrong choice. Otherwise, I am walking straight into the single biggest mistake of my life.
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ONE
Supposedly, dreams reflect our hidden fears and secret desires, all clamoring for attention. The one I'd had last night had been so vivid that even now, evening drew near, it still made me squirm in my chair. I sat against a wall in the counsel soon where the elders and the Dark Guardians (protectors of the society) were discussing how best to ensure our survival. Because I hadn't yet experience my first transformation, I was considered a novice and was not allowed to sit at the large, round table with others(but that made me happy as I can let my mind wander without anyone noticing me that I am not paying attention).
In my dream, I'd been standing in a clearing with my declared mate, Connor, our arms wrapped around each other so tightly that we could barely breathe. The full moon served as a spotlight.
Then dark clouds drifted over the moon, and everything went black. Still holding him near, I was actually aware of the muscles and bones of his body insulating against me. He grew taller and broader. My fingers were in his hair and I felt the strands thicken and lengthen. His mouth covered mine, but his lips were fuller than before. The kiss was hungrier than any he'd given me. It heated me from head to toes, and I thought I knew what it was to be a candle, melting from the scorching flame. I knew I should move away, but I clung to him as though I'd drown in a sea of doubts if I let go.
The hovering clouds floated away, and the moonlight illuminated us once again --only I was no longer in Conner's arms. Instead I was pressing my body against Rafe's, kissing him, yearning for his touch.....
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair with the memory of how desperately I'd wanted Rafe. It was Connor I was supposed to long for. But I'd woken up in a tangle of sheets, clamoring for another of Rafe's touches--even if i t were only in a dream(if she live Rafe then why didn't see say that to Connor 😠).
Squirming again, I felt a sharp elbow in my ribs. "Be still, will you? "Brittany Reed whispered harsly beside me. Like me, she would soon turn seventeen and would experience her first transformation with the next full moon.
