TALES OF KEERA, THE BLOOD MOON CHOSEN

Nathan Donald

Werewolf | Ongoing

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All my life, I was told one thing: Never leave the mountain. No reason. No explanation. Just strict silence-as if the truth was a curse waiting to break. I am Keera Lovebird: A wolf who couldn't shift. A daughter of a legendary bloodline I could not awaken. I am cherished by my clan... and hated for the same reason. And then betrayal pushed me off a cliff and into a world I was never meant to see, leading me into Avari's High School for the supernatural-where monsters hide in daylight. There, I met Nicholas Black-the charming school hunk who is nothing but a mask for a cold hunter hiding a deadly transformation. Our fates collide. Our pasts unravel. And the truth breaks open like a blood-red moon: I am the last Lovebird. I am the hunted key. I am the doom of an ancient monster... or its final meal. When the Blood Moon rises, I must choose- revenge, redemption... or death.

Betrayal Revenge Cute Baby Bully Romance Second chance Revenge Female-centered Personal growth

Chapter 18 A NEW CLASSMATE: ALANA

Yesterday 18:27

Chapter 1 EIGHTEENTH CEREMONY...FAIL!

(Keera's POV)

*Put your hand on the crystal and close your hands, draw out the beast that resides in you from within, only then can you be called a werewolf, the noble beasts of the seven kingdoms.*

The voice echoed as I stood alone in the dark tent, my only source of light was the shining crystal mounted on the altar. This was not my first attempt, in fact, this was my eighteenth time in this tent, desperately trying to force out the 'soul' within me.

I took a deep breath and flexed my hands, cracking every bone in my fingers and wrists, which helped calm my anxious heart. Removing all thoughts from my mind, I made my way to the altar placing my hands on the orb.

The electric sensation crept suddenly to my fingers, numbing my entire body, but my heart was strangely at ease. It felt as if I was pulled to a calm island and all I needed to do was force the entity that resides in there to come out.

"Hello," I tried to communicate but I could not even speak before a force dragged me out of the Island.

"What the heck?" I screamed at the person at the back, my face scrunched up like a rag.

"Are you stupid? You are seriously bleeding and you are still holding on? You are not ready Keera." Mason scolded me while wiping out the blood from my nose. That was when it occurred to me that I was actually bleeding.

My face fell faster than a crashing plane, and before I could comprehend, I ran off, ignoring Mason's calls behind me.

"How long? I have been waiting desperately to clock 18 so I can summon my wolf, I'm 18 now and suddenly can't shift like every normal wolf. Everyone in my age have already summoned their wolf, what is this?" I cried out, my eyes swollen beyond recognition.

"Why are they so miserable? It's so frustrating." I shouted punching a rock with full force. The rock flew with speed and almost crashed into a delicate and petite girl of my age.

"No," I closed my eyes and held my hands on my head, my entire body shivering with fear.

"Are you done? You crybaby. Apart from whining and crying, what actually do you do all day?" A cold childish voice sounded.

"Eh," my mouth stood agape as I tried to comprehend how a girl that was almost 50miles could reach me in a millisecond.

"What?" The girl raised her eyebrows at me, staring at me like I was a fool. Her arrogance came as a shock to me. No matter how everyone treats me, no one usually shows their hatred so openly due to my mother's status.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked, rapidly regaining my composure.

"Of course I know, who does not know who you are? You are Keera, the daughter of the purest wolf, Viva Lovebird. You are the waste that cannot get her wolf out at age eighteen, the entitled brat who believes her life is miserable even when you literally have the entire wolf clan at your beck and call, that miserable being, isn't that you?"

"I know you, you are Alana right?" My smile instantly brought back the memory of who the girl was. I met her in the last foggy hunt, she won then. She became my once in a while talking friend since then. But each time I don't seem to recognize her at sight.

"Yes, you're right. Alana, the storm wolf, the chosen one of brute strength." She replied, grining.

"I wish that rock had smashed your head." I hissed and walked past Alana.

The chosen one of brute strength? So what? She is just a storm wolf, the lowest wolf of the Clan, no matter how much she tries, she can never get rid of her bloodline limitations. She can't be compared to me even when I'm a wannabe wolf with just some animalistic strength. I am way better.

This was my confidence! No matter how much I fail to awaken my wolf, as the only surviving Lovebird, the purest bloodline of the wolf tribe, I am already destined to be far more competent than any wolf.

"It could even be possible that I am facing such setbacks because of how unique my blood is?" I tried to make myself happy as I proceeded to the square.

(Alana's POV)

"What a waste of space." I could not help but utter. "How can someone be so shameless? She has no power at all, absolutely no physical strength and yet she tries to feel on top of the world? A total closer on every count."

Her arrogance poseed me off to no end, and in this maze battle, I will make sure she understands just what kind of loser she is.

(THE FOGGY HUNT)

The foggy Hunt, an annual celebration held after every awakening ceremony. The younglings will be left in a foggy forest, and they must find their way out of the foggy forest. The purpose is to teach the newly transformed wolves how to use their transformation to their own advantage.

"You may now begin." Without wasting much time, the governor blew the whistle. Immediately, the entire wolf boys began to transform into full-fledged wolves, some could only transform halfway, but one, one unique person standing out like a sore thumb... KEERA.

What is Keera doing here?

"Seriously, what are you doing here? Are you not tired of this hunt?"

We both asked no one in particular, just staring at each other dead in the eyes.

"Loser" I muttered as I sped past Keera.

"You damned storm wolf", I could hear Keera's furious roar from afar as she struggled to even run after my shadow. It was honestly so laughable, my curiosity arose, I was curious to see how long she would last trying to win without a wolf.

"It has been three hours, she should be tired and stopped by now." I paused and turned around surprised to see Keera swinging her entire weight forward, her face pale with fear while the demon ran after her trying to catch up with her.

"Careful!" I warned. I don't even know why I care.

I ran towards her and roared at the shadow behind her. A greul, a devilish creature of the ant that feeds on emotions and fear.

"Run and do not look back, just run straight, the fog will reveal itself," I shouted, transforming into a white colored wolf with grey strips all over. My fangs extended, and my long nails looked to rip the devilish being apart.

Luckily I did, but hewwwhhh!

I fell to my back, greedily gasping for air, because I lay dead the mangled body of the greul.

"I'd better start running", I exclaim, shooting up from the floor and running, despite my gait. As I came out of the fog, I could hear the loud cheers of the clansmen, even the elders, who are rarely seen, were excitedly talking.

"What? Did something good happen?" I have won the foggy hunt more than thrice and I have never seen this amount of jubilation."

"What happened? Why the cheer?" I quickly held a passing wolf.

"Are you deaf? The loser girl, Keera, actually worked the foggy hunt, and she has just been engaged to the son of thunder, Mason." The wolf explained, saliva pouring everywhere.

"This is so frustrating, she is a pure wolf, and Mason is the son of thunder wolf, can't they let us ordinary wolves breathe ohh?"

SMASH!

I could not think, I did not want to think, not, not.. MASON!

I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!