The Lonely Luna

the sun and inhaling the sweet smell of nature. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I went downstairs to check my father has woken up. “Happy birthday!!” To my surprise, m

I immediately realised that I was not feeling any weird sensation in my body or symptoms that my father would say were signs of shifting to your werewolf form for the first time. “What is bothering you darling” my mother asked as she walked to I was standing. She raised my chin up, making my eyes meet with hers. “I am scared that I won’t shift to my wolf today” I lamented to her. She smiled as she placed her palm on my cheek. “Don’t worry baby, you are a true descendant of the Northern Werewolf pack” she assured me. Her words made me courageous as I patiently waited for nightfall. We made merry, and I had my fun together with my father. I found it really hard to make friends, so I did not have any friends who flocked around me. Dusk had already started falling, and my father had great expectations that I was going to transform. “Hold on baby, the time is near” my father assured me as he walked me out into the field. “Dad, I want to ask you something?” I asked him curiously, willing to hear his opinion regarding something I’ve been pondering on. “Go on Tessa” he said as he turned to face me, giving me his full attention. I grew nervous as I wondered what his reaction would be if I were to spill what I had in mind. “What will... What will you do if I am unable to transform tonight?” At this moment, I grew very nervous, and I found it hard to stand firm before him. The last thing I wanted to do right now was to trigger the anger and rage that my father harnessed. He is very easy to anger, so I blindly waited for a big outburst of rage from him. “Relax honey, you’re nervous. trust that you will transform” trying to