Luna

My  life  was  changing,  morphing  into  something  greater  than  I  could  have  anticipated.  I  was  becoming  something  I  didn’t  recognise  as  myself  anymore.   A  Werewolf.

I  was  different.

Bitten.

‘Hybrid’  was  what  they  called  me,  and  the  weight  that  rested  against  that  one  word   was  crippling.  They  depended  on  me  to  bring  them  safety.  What  made  me  so  special?

Oh,  that’s  right.  My  destiny.  Don’t  you  love  it  when  the  fates  decide  your  future  for  you?  Yeah,  me  neither.  I  was  sucked  into  a  world  I  had  no  idea  existed.  Twenty-one  years  as  a  human,  and  this  is  what  I  find  out.

My  travelling  plans,  my  writing  degree,  all  of  it  gone   within  one  night.  One  evil  night  that  robbed  my  humanity.

I  wasn’t  completely  sour.   Life  had  been  unfair  a  while  ago,  only  now  I  actually  had  something  worth  fighting  for  besides  myself.  Something  to  live  for.

I  was  afraid  for  the  others.  I  couldn’t  let  them  down.  I  wouldn’t  let  them  down.

I’d  gone  to  bed  a  human  and  woken  up  a  Werewolf.

A  special  Werewolf.

A  Hybrid.

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As  it’s  Christmas  I  wanted  to  tickle  your  tastebuds  with  a  character  glimpse  into  Luna’s  life.  As  you  can  read,  it’s  pretty  full  on.  I  wanted  to  leave  you  with  a  gift  because  it  is  Christmas  Eve  after  all.

Thank  you  to  all  my  followers  and  readers  for  having  read  the  waffle  I’ve  whittled  on  here  since  the  end  of  August.  It’s  been  an  amazing  time,  and  I  can’t  wait  to  continue  and  publish  my  novel,  Nature’s  Destiny,   early  next  year.

I  wish  you  all  a  Very  Merry  Christmas,  and  an  even  better  New  Year.  Happy  Holidays  everyone!

Graced with Gratitude

The  night  of  the   Winters’  eve  covered  the  sky  as  the  sun  gave  way  to   the  moon.  The  stars  sparkled  elegantly  as  they  reflected  off  of  the  waters’  surface.  The  lake  rippled  calmly  and  the  woods  surrounding  the  wooden  bench  I’d  sat  on  provided  a  protected  area  from  the  harsh  cold  air.  I  pulled  my  jacket  tighter  and  buried  my  hands  in  my  pocket.

It  was  peaceful  as  everything  remained  undisturbed. I’d  come  to  think,  to  reflect  on  the  year   that  would  soon  end.  The  fresh  air  filled  my  senses,  and  my mind  focused  with  clarity.

My  mood  conveyed  my  thoughts   on  the  year,  and  I  was  positive  it  would  sum  it  up,  even  for  the  hard  and  trying  times  that’d  passed.

Gratitude.

The  world  bled  with  death  and  poverty  and  natural  disasters  and  I  sat,  grateful  for  the  many  fortunes  I’d  had.  Life  had  graced  me  with  a  sea   of  happiness  and  hope.

I  was  able  to  create  my  destiny,  through  the  force  of  my  imagination,  and  again  I  was  grateful.  My  petty  complaints  meant  nothing,  when  the  world  cried  out  for  a  reprieve  from  the  sins  that  plagued  the  earth.

I  was  grateful  for  everything  I  had.

Are  you?