TALES OF KEERA, THE BLOOD MOON CHOSEN

(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